Mucifer
11-27-2012, 06:34 PM
*** Hello. This is my first post. I had to write a science fiction story for my astronomy class and wanted some feedback. Thank you for reading.***
Clairvoyance, astral projection, out of body experience… It’s none of those. This is technology. It’s made by man and it all began millions of years ago with rocks, twigs, and a spark.
Looking into the mirror while shaving my face I notice the slightest twitches in my arm. The way the muscles move, gliding under my skin.
I don’t feel it. I don’t think about it. It just happens, yet it is so complicated, a mastery of engineering that only an infinite amount of monkeys
with an infinite amount of super-computers could have designed. Who gave them the computers?
It’s my second birthday. I remember all of it. The way he looked at me, swelling with emotion and pride. He knew. I remember every moment of it thanks to his Never4Get ™ neurosaver.
Originally designed to be the cutting edge in the fight against dementia, a medical miracle, it was re-branded for the entertainment market.
Early adopters were bleeding edge technokensai and the adult entertainment biz, then picked up by the wealthy, years later by law enforcement,
and finally public education caught on to the trend after they had seen the success of wealthy parents studying for their children while recording.
The saying isn’t seen-one seen-‘em-all anymore as much as it is seen-by-one seen-by-all.
Confabulous.
One side effect of the networked neurosaver was the issue of intellectual property. The moment the public got their hands on these devices they were hacked, cracked, jacked
and anything else that falls within those lines. People thought it would be the downfall of the free market. Turned out to just make the market free.
Ideas were exchanged, checked, modified, customized, and distributed by robin hoods across the world. Great improvements in rapid prototyping led to the demand for raw materials.
Soon people built bots to dig through junkyards. Thanks to instant knowledge everyone was a master chemist/physicist. Anything was recyclable. Everything smelled like roses and patchouli.
I remember it clearly. It all happened fifty years before my time.
Cornflakes. It’s amazing such a simple thing survives sometimes. I think the reason we haven’t gone to eating perfectly nutritious mush is because we realize that it’s mush.
I’ll take my daily vita and eat some frackin food thank-you-very-much sir.
It’s easy to lose your identity sometimes. They actually designed identity filters to activate, separating memory from emotion, from inner thought, for educational purposes.
Personal recording though is often banked in RAW. This was done after some nutjobs went viral with a Trojan Mindfreak. Emergency relief teams were sent for years to reload people from their restore points.
One or zero.
All or nothing.
On… or off
After we figured out every marvel we could think of for this planet we had lunch, congratulated ourselves on a whiz-bang job, and decided the place was a bit cramped and we needed to stretch our legs.
Problem was the next Class M planet was light years away and who has that kind of time anyway? Then my father came along.
For such a long time we had trouble trying to figure out how to get objects to move faster than light. Every year our speed grew twofold, until we hit the valley.
Higgs-boson dampeners were promising but didn’t quite finish the job. Then, Dad says, “Lets speed up light…” It wasn’t monumental, nobody laughed at him or said genius or said impossible,
they just got to work. It was called Fastlight. Dad was a very practical man sometimes.
I remember the first time I met me. My first “jaunt”. I was walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night, then suddenly I was somewhere else, inside something else.
He was there. He reassured me. We drove home. I couldn’t look down even if I tried, but I know I was very small. Then he took me in, down the hall, and showed me “me”,
lying there on the floor, covered in my own filth. I looked dumb, just plain dumb. Then I saw me get up, walk to the bathroom, wash myself, and walk back. I spoke.
That took some getting used to. He said I was ready.
We’re loading up. How strange we’ve been able to make these into whatever we want them to. There’s a gym, game room, bathroom, and fabrication lab.
Somewhere spider webbed into the place is the stuff that makes it all work. I walk in, with me, and see the mush dispenser.
Someone has a sense of humor. At least only one of us needs to eat it.
His gift, the reason for his success, isn’t his diligence or work ethic, both of which he has in spades, but his ability to multitask, genuinely.
Most people can’t actually multitask. They think they can, but it’s really just their brain switching rapidly from one thought to the other.
He was the quantum computer to their ENIAC. It also allowed him to be one of the very few to have secrets. It was that birthday when he realized I had this too.
Sagittarius A*: The center of it all. The great mystery. The infinite. We’re going to light it up.
It was a very simple Idea. Communication across great distances required creative means. Using fringe ideas based on Bell’s Equation, Quantum Entanglement, and Fastlight,
we were able to make a wireless connection that transmitted immediately and never dropped. This is how I became my second half. Monkeys with super-computers.
Normally this is used for communication and information exchange, but for me, I get to control a ninja automaton, an indestructible robot body capable of laying a thousand…
I control a science robot. I am a science robot. I was a science robot.
Halfway there. Now to just go halfway between here and the finish, then halfway between there, then half, then another half.
The S.S. Zeno. Dad isn’t a complete bore.
Am I am man dreaming to be a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming to be a man? Am I a robot dreaming to be a Taoist?
The event horizon. Time is slowing. Maybe they’re all dead by now. I’m also hooked up to a quantum baby monitor back home. I can see the clocks.
I understand that as you enter the event horizon time slows to the point where you can see infinity. To live forever. But then it all catches up as you cross. That is why I have my robo-friend.
My right hand. This is odd, to know that we will soon be separated. It’s like learning that you had been born with two arms just so one could be chopped off at a later date.
Do what you wish with it in the mean-time, but tomorrow were cutting it off.
I suit up, I “jaunt”, I embrace myself, I jump.
Maybe it isn’t so bad being a right arm. Becoming fully aware. Feeling every motor, every cell, every breath. I sense the chemical transfer of energy from electrolytes.
I am alive. I am infinite. I am cornflakes.
I walk to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I run my hand over my face. I notice my arm in all it’s perfection.
The slight twitching of carbon nanotubes and aerogel adjusting to every fine movement.
I don’t even think about it, it just happens.
I look out.
I see light.
It’s beautiful.
It’s fast.
Clairvoyance, astral projection, out of body experience… It’s none of those. This is technology. It’s made by man and it all began millions of years ago with rocks, twigs, and a spark.
Looking into the mirror while shaving my face I notice the slightest twitches in my arm. The way the muscles move, gliding under my skin.
I don’t feel it. I don’t think about it. It just happens, yet it is so complicated, a mastery of engineering that only an infinite amount of monkeys
with an infinite amount of super-computers could have designed. Who gave them the computers?
It’s my second birthday. I remember all of it. The way he looked at me, swelling with emotion and pride. He knew. I remember every moment of it thanks to his Never4Get ™ neurosaver.
Originally designed to be the cutting edge in the fight against dementia, a medical miracle, it was re-branded for the entertainment market.
Early adopters were bleeding edge technokensai and the adult entertainment biz, then picked up by the wealthy, years later by law enforcement,
and finally public education caught on to the trend after they had seen the success of wealthy parents studying for their children while recording.
The saying isn’t seen-one seen-‘em-all anymore as much as it is seen-by-one seen-by-all.
Confabulous.
One side effect of the networked neurosaver was the issue of intellectual property. The moment the public got their hands on these devices they were hacked, cracked, jacked
and anything else that falls within those lines. People thought it would be the downfall of the free market. Turned out to just make the market free.
Ideas were exchanged, checked, modified, customized, and distributed by robin hoods across the world. Great improvements in rapid prototyping led to the demand for raw materials.
Soon people built bots to dig through junkyards. Thanks to instant knowledge everyone was a master chemist/physicist. Anything was recyclable. Everything smelled like roses and patchouli.
I remember it clearly. It all happened fifty years before my time.
Cornflakes. It’s amazing such a simple thing survives sometimes. I think the reason we haven’t gone to eating perfectly nutritious mush is because we realize that it’s mush.
I’ll take my daily vita and eat some frackin food thank-you-very-much sir.
It’s easy to lose your identity sometimes. They actually designed identity filters to activate, separating memory from emotion, from inner thought, for educational purposes.
Personal recording though is often banked in RAW. This was done after some nutjobs went viral with a Trojan Mindfreak. Emergency relief teams were sent for years to reload people from their restore points.
One or zero.
All or nothing.
On… or off
After we figured out every marvel we could think of for this planet we had lunch, congratulated ourselves on a whiz-bang job, and decided the place was a bit cramped and we needed to stretch our legs.
Problem was the next Class M planet was light years away and who has that kind of time anyway? Then my father came along.
For such a long time we had trouble trying to figure out how to get objects to move faster than light. Every year our speed grew twofold, until we hit the valley.
Higgs-boson dampeners were promising but didn’t quite finish the job. Then, Dad says, “Lets speed up light…” It wasn’t monumental, nobody laughed at him or said genius or said impossible,
they just got to work. It was called Fastlight. Dad was a very practical man sometimes.
I remember the first time I met me. My first “jaunt”. I was walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night, then suddenly I was somewhere else, inside something else.
He was there. He reassured me. We drove home. I couldn’t look down even if I tried, but I know I was very small. Then he took me in, down the hall, and showed me “me”,
lying there on the floor, covered in my own filth. I looked dumb, just plain dumb. Then I saw me get up, walk to the bathroom, wash myself, and walk back. I spoke.
That took some getting used to. He said I was ready.
We’re loading up. How strange we’ve been able to make these into whatever we want them to. There’s a gym, game room, bathroom, and fabrication lab.
Somewhere spider webbed into the place is the stuff that makes it all work. I walk in, with me, and see the mush dispenser.
Someone has a sense of humor. At least only one of us needs to eat it.
His gift, the reason for his success, isn’t his diligence or work ethic, both of which he has in spades, but his ability to multitask, genuinely.
Most people can’t actually multitask. They think they can, but it’s really just their brain switching rapidly from one thought to the other.
He was the quantum computer to their ENIAC. It also allowed him to be one of the very few to have secrets. It was that birthday when he realized I had this too.
Sagittarius A*: The center of it all. The great mystery. The infinite. We’re going to light it up.
It was a very simple Idea. Communication across great distances required creative means. Using fringe ideas based on Bell’s Equation, Quantum Entanglement, and Fastlight,
we were able to make a wireless connection that transmitted immediately and never dropped. This is how I became my second half. Monkeys with super-computers.
Normally this is used for communication and information exchange, but for me, I get to control a ninja automaton, an indestructible robot body capable of laying a thousand…
I control a science robot. I am a science robot. I was a science robot.
Halfway there. Now to just go halfway between here and the finish, then halfway between there, then half, then another half.
The S.S. Zeno. Dad isn’t a complete bore.
Am I am man dreaming to be a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming to be a man? Am I a robot dreaming to be a Taoist?
The event horizon. Time is slowing. Maybe they’re all dead by now. I’m also hooked up to a quantum baby monitor back home. I can see the clocks.
I understand that as you enter the event horizon time slows to the point where you can see infinity. To live forever. But then it all catches up as you cross. That is why I have my robo-friend.
My right hand. This is odd, to know that we will soon be separated. It’s like learning that you had been born with two arms just so one could be chopped off at a later date.
Do what you wish with it in the mean-time, but tomorrow were cutting it off.
I suit up, I “jaunt”, I embrace myself, I jump.
Maybe it isn’t so bad being a right arm. Becoming fully aware. Feeling every motor, every cell, every breath. I sense the chemical transfer of energy from electrolytes.
I am alive. I am infinite. I am cornflakes.
I walk to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I run my hand over my face. I notice my arm in all it’s perfection.
The slight twitching of carbon nanotubes and aerogel adjusting to every fine movement.
I don’t even think about it, it just happens.
I look out.
I see light.
It’s beautiful.
It’s fast.