Of course I went back to my house and slept on what I saw. I went back and it was gone. So were the log files that I was looking at. Was it another one of my hallucinations? They are common if you get old enough due to the pollution.
I feel like I’m too old for this shit. I should be just going back to what I was doing but curiosity killed the cat and this wave function hasn’t collapsed so hey what should I do?
I sent a message to render support. I decided to dial four eights in my head and after talking with the robotic representative. The robotic representatives are nice to look at for the sole purpose that the representative is compiled for your out aesthetic.
I was greeted with an even more attractive person on the other end. Ms. Number Thirty-four. I guess you could describe her as some platonic ideal of mine. She didn’t know what was occurring either and we both concluded it was some type of renders error in the master control program and we would have to escalate a ticket. I scheduled a time for us to do that and I couldn’t sleep that night just thinking of her.
Chapter One of Pseudo Utopia
A SQUAT grey building of only thirty-four stories. Over the main entrance the words, CENTRAL LONDON HATCHERY AND CONDITIONING CENTRE, and, in a shield, the World State’s motto, COMMUNITY, IDENTITY, STABILITY.
-A Brave New World
What was the number of the city again? 12, 13 it really didn’t matter did it. All that mattered is that you did what you were told at least that’s what the MCP told us. Did we know it was much stranger than that? Let’s go back to the beginning. Let us go back to the future. Let us go back.
December 1st 3012 Planet Earth
I wake up after dreaming about the outside. There is none only this set of tubes twisting and turning. My entire job is to verify that the Master Control Program is running correctly. An important but dull job code review is.
As I was verifying some code something stuck out. For the last Fifty thousand lines in a log file I have never heard of an error was occurring.
They had location codes attached to them in another log file.
(LOC (SECTOR 12) 2701 1702 1024 2048 5120 3096)
I really shouldn’t be looking in these files. It is against protocol. No one violates protocol but I like to live dangerously.
I thought nothing of it at the time. I wanted to get back home. Home is where the heart is even though mine is empty. I haven’t found anyone even though there are only two-thousand and forty-eight of us left.
Earth died a long time ago. The environment changed so rapidly we built sectors. Sectors are artificial biomes where we all live in. Pollution keeps us in here. All we see is black outside because of the pollution.
So we use computers to render what we would like the world to look like. Each person has a personal render area. You can do whatever you want in there and then some. It can be in your personal headspace too. Some people use it for an escape. I use it to explore the world.
Since I like to explore after work I decided to see what was causing it. It wasn’t part of my job description and when I checked who should do it there was no one associated with the job which I thought was odd. Everyone has an essential job for each sector.
So I trek out to the place. I use my personal transporter to drive out to the place. It should be simple enough. It only took three hours to drive out there.
I look at the Sector’s scenery. The default background is earth from 2012. I zoom past Chicago and California before I get to where I should be.
Chicago looks like a nice city. I wish they built more cities like it in this weird country called America. That is where I supposedly was born at least that’s the sector that I come from.
The designers of the biomes died a century ago. That’s when the vast diaspora happened. The sectors were created and we were sent off to restart the world somewhere. We are traveling at some fraction of the speed of light and it seems like it’s going to be an eternity before we get to where we should be.
Then I saw something I shouldn’t have. Then I see something that shouldn’t be there. Then I see something that shouldn’t exist.
All I could see was black.
All I could see was space.
And it wasn’t supposed to be there.
If you always put limits on everything you do, physical or anything else, it will spread into your work and into your life. There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.
Master of Jeet Kune Do
Son of an Opera actor Lee Hoi-Chuen
Legend of Martial Arts Theory and practice
To be honest I don’t now why I care. I have been out of high school for so long that I only really care about a finite set of people. But, I would still like to see my friends be successful especially in something I’m not successful in.
I would like to see my high school friends get married it would be great to invited to their marriage party but then lets think.
Are we confusing our preconceived notions of how they were with how they are now? Both of you have diverged like trees in a yellow wood. Even if they invited you then what would you talk about?
We have the preconceived notion that good events backwards in time can be recreated. I haven’t found that to be the case. When we try to construct past events and make them real in our minds what actually happens if we deconstruct them would be even a worse experience.
This primarily has to do with the fact that we bias our memory of good events.
I need to stop being offended by the fact that there are friends of mine from high school who are getting engaged and not inviting me to their weddings and etc. because in reality, I wouldn’t invite them to mine either.