"THE TEXTURE OF THE SKY"
By A. Molotkov
The prehistoric preelectric days are long gone, and so is the humankindís ability to exist without electric tools. This thought enters your mind just as you are about to use the bathroom. Somehow, bathroom provides a reliably thought-provoking influence on the brains of those inside. You are pleased with your little theory, your initial maxim, and the entire process of your thoughts. Indeed, you are pleased. Itís not in vain that you have gone through all the troubles of upgrading, trying to make a perfect tool out of your central processor. Things like this pay off, you know it very well. You upgrade, and you upgrade, and you upgrade. This is how it goes. If you miss a generation, soon another one will be ahead of you. Of course, some say that software helps too, but in our day and age it is not the software that matters, but the ability to run it fast.
All these thoughts seem very amusing to you, and at the same time very right, perhaps righter than any other idea that you have had in your life. The little hands on your belly type all these new pearls into the attached keyboard. Speed: 200 wpm.
Sometimes thoughts travel slowly like snails on their way to bed. Other thoughts flash by, and to catch and examine them one has to be really alert. Naturally, the little hands help. In fact, without them your life would have been completely miserable, if not to say worse. Sometimes, you are almost ready to say worse.
But today is a really happy day, and immediately you realize that there is no reason to be upset. Especially about something that could have taken place if not for the little hands attached to your belly, ready to type any and each of your thoughts right into the computer that you carry on your chest. In fact, it is hard to think of anything more practical, more convenient!
Of course, this is not all! Ready? You know you are, so you allow the pre-recorded surprise information to activize and to transfer to the conscious section of your processor. And a good surprise it is: today you will get a new appendage-upgrade kit, with hardware, software, and underware. Something you have been dreaming about for quite some time now, specifically since the Central Psychiatry Device suggested that you may go back to dreaming once in a while without substantial risk to your system.
The little hands type another thought into the little keyboard. You donít know what the thought is, and (who are you fooling!) you might never know: the input data stores in the dusty files of the computer, whose interface is not yet perfect. You wish so badly they came up with better drivers, but what can you expect from modern-day slow-tempo information provider motherfricks! Well, enough of this! No more swearing, and besides, it is a really good day, and there is no reason to be upset. So, you positively decide against it.
No getting upset today!
As your little hands continue to type, you use your large ones to insert the tubes into your mouth. Itís breakfast time! Well, and a short time it is: as soon as the food injection is over, the tubes are removed, and your mouth rinsed by the attached mouthrinser.
Now, this is yet another disappointment. You used to be the only one in the building to own a mouthrinser. Boy, you were happy then, and girls really liked it too. But now: almost every other little kid in the park has one pre-installed. New days, new rhythm! Most likely, by the time we die we will become obsolete, thrown out into the moving disposal of senile technical creatures. Most likely! But this is another one of those profound, yet sad thoughts that you are not supposed to have today. Well, on the other hand the very fact that these thoughts come into your mind, verifies more than up-to-date hardware, software and underware! It servers as an unshakable support of your life strategy, and provides an ideal starting point for more updates. Besides, all these apocalyptically realistic ideas seem to have an element of irony attached to them: of course we will become obsolete, of course, but why care? Not even mentioning that this one has been predesigned as your happy day . . .
Optimistic and ready for the immediate translation via No-Time-Net, you step into the elevator to enjoy your day.
Transferred in the shape of an information field, you get reassembled at the point of destination. This is the pleasure of modern-day traveling: you avoid the hustle of public moving devices such as our ancestors used to employ, and you also save time. The Quick Travel card that you have installed in your central processor guarantees minimal loss of information. Anything that is lost belongs to the category of irrelevant: latent connections, such as memories that are unlikely to be retrieved again, or the activity log that your system is accumulating throughout your entire life in files whose names and even the location itself have not been discovered.
It is a good day. The General Operation Index is up to 93%, which means that most links in the Universal Chain are active. It may turn out as a short one! Besides, the upgrade! The upgrade! You almost forgot about that! And how could you? Your arms and legs in their present form can no longer provide satisfaction: you are limited to the walking speed of 22 mph, and the maximum lifting force you can manage is 560 pounds. Well - to be honest - only 540 on an average day!
You look around, happily comparing other peopleís equipment with your own. Always a pleasant thing to do considering the carelessly undemanding attitude so many of them display towards hardware, software and even underware. This lady has outdated reality buffers: it is obvious from her distracted and vulnerable facial expression. That gentleman has been disregarding his little hands and the computer they are attached to. The result: partial loss of thought information. On the faces of these people, you see signs of handicaps, clear and unmistakable indications of poor maintenance. This comparison, so accessible in every situation of everyday life, never fails to cheer you up, even on your worst day. And today - today is something completely different.
Your little hands continue typing non-stop as a glorious manifestation of skillful configuration. Just out of curiosity, you look down to see the last thing they have typed:
"If you wish to advance much further than others, you must install direct links between your central processor and the little handsí computer."
Astonished, you ponder this new idea, which seems luringly logical, yet completely unthinkable. Yes, it is common knowledge that most of the input information is generally considered useless, and this is why some people have removed the little hands. This radical gesture, they claimed, was bound to free them electronically, chemically, and even physically, making self-transportation and other common short-range tasks much easier to accomplish. A step in the opposite direction seems a new (and, some might say, a dangerous) idea. Apparently, it is not coincidental that it should have originated in your central processor today, when everything is so in place and so easy to use, and when your own internal balance is so positively shifted by the anticipated upgrade.
Yet, how would one approach an invention of this sort? Naturally, technical support is unavailable: the very procedure has not been developed yet. And if you waited for it to happen, you would most surely have to wait your entire life! Even is the medical science fulfills the promise of extending the average life expectancy to at least 180 years per capita . . .
This entire concept excites and puzzles you, and you decide to put it out of your head for the time being. There are other things to look forward to, and this one - it certainly requires a more serious consideration.
The little hands on your belly continue typing, securing additional information for possible reference in the future.
You allow yourself to become immersed in the mechanics of the daily routine. After all, it is somewhat tragicomic to become so immersed in the upgrade options that upgrading replaces the very definition of life itself. And yet, it is only one more of those sad thought you cannot elude, especially on a day like this, when a bright prospect of new hardware evokes the responsibility to consider your existence on a more general scale.
Meanwhile, the little hands on your belly keep typing restlessly, an ideal tool for recording information. Who can tell what part of it can be used, and what part will share the fate of all other irrelevant information? It is not really irrelevant, since you know that potentially just a bit of it could be capable of excavating legions of your old forgotten sensations, bringing the emotional-you into another location in space and time. Its only sad, unavoidable irrelevance is in the fact that it will never emerge from the backlog of the computerís mind, and your death will destroy even the feeble potential link to reality it might have had.
Nowadays, the amount of newly produced information clearly exceeds the human raceís combined capacity of its consumption. Even if we were to limit ourselves to publicly distributed media, and to assign only one individual to any given infobit, still the mankind would be unable to examine all. Obviously (and you smile thinking this thought, since you know that it is promptly recorded by your marvelous little hands), overwhelming majority of all information is born to die, an indifferent victim of random order, info evolution.
Meanwhile, you move along your daily path whose every detail (including sub-options of remote possibilities and extensions of known and unknown exceptions) has been programmed into your central processor to run automatically, without a slightest effort on your part. Your time belongs to you! Well, this is yet another one of the advantages of top-of-the-line hardware, software and underware.
Suddenly, the same peculiar notion reemerges in your head. What if one were to hook up their brain directly to the computer? The exchange of information could be expedited, the "bog water" effect of unused material eliminated. The wave of knowledge would flow through your brain unimpeded, ready to help you every step of the way, and beyond. And now your attitude seems to have changed: you are ready to grasp the chance offered to you by a fortuitous whim of your central processor. It is not coincidental that you should have become the bearer of this chance: your systemís advanced parameters predispose you to walk ahead of others whose resources are poorer, whose strategy is less thoughtful. You will become the pioneer of direct computer connection! It is now or never! Itís the time to act, for it wonít be long till someone else arrives at the same thought. Immediately, the decision if formed in your head! There is no going back!
But before you can achieve any valuable results, you must develop at least a general theoretical idea of what you are going to do. Otherwise you will waste your time, and certainly make a fool of yourself, if only in your own eyes.
Well, today is a good day, in about an hour you should receive your upgrade, and from that point on your life will be different. An entirely new life, one could say. An entirely new life that is to last only a while, since very soon you are planning to start implementing your direct connection scenario. Another item that requires consideration: the reality provider. Your current one is disappointing even in your present, unmodified condition. Too slow, not even mentioning all those occasional crashes, when you find yourself suspended between different realities, or within all realities simultaneously, so that your perfect hardware, software and underware can't serve you any longer: they donít know what to do.
Suddenly, you feel tired. You close your eyes for a couple of minutes, and see the dream of the Information God.
You close your eyes for a couple of minutes, and see the dream of the Information God.
You are not a part of this dream; it is like a story, a relation of events that happened to someone else. Within your dream, you realize that it is a dream and that it must be sent to you from outside, from someone genuinely interested in your dreams. Could it be the Sky? And anyway, what about the Sky? It seems that you used to know something about the Sky, but in another dream, maybe one that you will dream yesterday, or the one you dreamt tomorrow.
The reality of space and time is falling into separate sub-groups. Some of your thoughts arrive from past-north-east, and drift away into future-south-west. Others choose different directions, yet others travel in no direction in no time, yet do not stay in the same spot. Finally, you perceive these rapid flashes of invisible matter as merely a game, a warm-up, a prelude to something really significant that is about to happen.
Then a voice informs you: the Information God is near.
The Information God used to be a mere human, back in the days when hardware, software, and underware upgrades were accessible only to the fortunate few who had survived the pre-post-war period, and managed to keep their capitals. Of course, some benefited from the war. It is after the war that the most impressive leap in human evolution was made: now humans were capable of transforming themselves into beings of higher quality, more adjusted to the modern rhythm of life.
Then a voice informs you: the Information God is here.
The Sky is smiling to you from bellow, a luring blueprint face.
"I am not happy. I am not sad." Commences the voice of the God, as you get a strange sensation as though your dream is being recorded onto a hard drive. But maybe it is? "I know everything. I possess all information in the Universe. I wait."
"For what?" you can't help asking from outside the dream, a voice from another level.
"The God is not happy, nor is He said," explains one of the pseudo eunuchs dispersed all over the land within sight. (Whose sight?) "The God is waiting for new information to arrive. It is very unlikely though, since He already has all the information of the future."
"Not very likely, I must admit," another one of these interjections from outside of beyond, as your feeling of recordedness increases, inscripting a moving image on one of the screens in your central processor: myriads of recording devices attached directly to your head. Then, you remind yourself that even in a dream it is supposed to be a lovely day, and change the polarity of your emotional flow.
"I have Perfect System," continues the God. "All information that has once entered my central processor, forever stays there, inevitably clear and accessible, firmly interconnected within itself by links of intricately yet flawlessly designed allusions. All information that is derivable from the pre-consumed knowledge gets rapidly developed by my processor, and projected into the past, the future, and onto the Screen of the Sky. This is how it happened that absolutely all became clear to me. And to think that before all the upgrades I used to be an ordinary man! Or was I a woman? I donít even remember this, what a shame . . . But after all, what difference does it make?"
You could swear you have heard a note of bitterness in His voice, but you know it is impossible, since Complete Knowledge undoubtedly places one outside emotions.
"How can I upgrade like you?" You throw in another question from outside.
"Impossible. Just a lucky configuration. Many elements are irreplaceable, since the companies that made them have long gone out of business. You can achieve this only through sheer luck, by upgrading, upgrading, and upgrading again. But do come and see me if you make it! I would love company of something that is similar to myself!"
Abruptly, He changes the topic and reverts to His prayer: "I am not happy. I am not sad. I have Perfect System. I am not happy. I am not sad. I have Perfect System. I am not happy. I am not sad. I have Perfect System."
You wake up to continue your day. First step: the appendage upgrade. You hurry along towards the instant mail receptacle.
There are only a few people in the virtual line, so it does not take you long to approach the space-time window. As soon as the decoding eye recognizes you, you receive your package. And now it is in your hands, neatly wrapped in transparent sheet of pneumoplastic - wonderful shiny boards with teeth of microchips! You are too impatient to wait till you get home, so you rent a space-time booth right around the corridor.
You unwrap the package, your hands trembling in anticipation. The natural question: will your new appendages become your friends, or perhaps indifferent life companions, or maybe even foes? How can one predict the precise outcome of any upgrade, whether it be hardware, software, or merely underware? Yet, you have conducted a small investigation, and there is no reason to doubt the manufacturer. Therefore, you allow yourself to be optimistic. You are ready to enter a new stage in your life.
This model is created with precise reproduction of actual human arms and legs in mind. In other words, not only will you be able to enjoy all the modern-day advantages of perfect hardware, but it will preserve your appearance in its traditional style. First step: removing old organs.
This is a relatively easy thing to do. Your arms, previously upgraded only a couple of years ago, come of with cheerful ease, more than willing to give way to their more advanced successors. Your legs, however, were in use for quite some time, and thus have become linked to your shoulders, rusted together by time. Fortunately, the newly received package provides Old Hardware Removal Kit, which features various types of wonderful liquids that dissolve undesired links and make Uninstall painless. A couple of drops from a green bottle, a couple of drops from the pink bottle - and here you go! You find yourself lying on the table, armless and legless. Suddenly, an unpredicted obstacle sends a wave of uneasiness and concern from your central processor all the way through your system. How are you going to attach your new body parts without the use of the old ones?
Well, it turns out that this possibility has also been taken into consideration by the hardware manufacturer. Obedient to your verbal command, your new arms and legs assume motion, and slowly advance in the appropriate direction. The target-finders attached to their joints have automatically detected the right spots for installation, the miniature moving particles placed on the skin surface have initiated the movement, and before you even have time to seriously worry about your potential appendageless condition, you feel the texture of your new arms and legs gently linking itself at the joints, forming new connections, ultimately approaching the condition of permanent attachment. A minute or two later, you are a new person, save for the fact that you still have some software and underware to install. But these things can be easily delayed until you get home: even without them, you can feel the new power and new energy rushing through your new muscles. You knew it was going to be a great day, and so it is! You are double-happy, since the rewarding feeling of anticipated satisfaction is added to the satisfaction itself.
You hop on a conveyer line, and head home. In no time and no space at all, you are there. As you are entering your living room, your thoughts revert to the idea of connecting the computer attached to your little hands directly to your central processor. The hands now type at an increasing rate, excited by the new perspective. Starting at this point, their role in the future of Universe may become more significant. The little hands are rooting for you!
Suddenly, an extraneous thought flashes through your central processor, and with such intensity that even your little hands slow down, disturbed at a moment like this by sadness that is so inexorable, so profound . . . Only to think: somewhere inside your hardware, software, and underware, your death is waiting for you!
You find yourself on the boundary between the happiness that is definitely the mood of the day, and your newly discovered sadness - the sadness which is now to become an integral part of your life. Only to think: somewhere inside your hardware, software, and underware, your death is waiting for you!
When a person eventually dies, their demise is generally caused by one or two primary reasons: bad virtual memory, bad interface and outerface, bad processor . . . And naturally, most of us know not of our weak points, of the unreliable components in our systems. We do things that promote further decline of these components, unaware that through these seemingly random and insignificant actions we are digging for ourselves a premature grave. What is it in your case? Arithmetical functions? Memory files of medium size? Your affliction to your little hands? You can never know, not until this particular part lets you down, perhaps for good. Well, this is unavoidable, and there is no more reason to worry about it today than on any other day! Now, itís time to install some software!
With the wires enclosed in the package, you attach your central processor to the InfoDiskís output. You are alone in your house, no one can possibly disturb you and interrupt the installation. You know that only a few minutes separate you from the new stage in your existence. The current of information is steady and strong; you can feel it on the inside skin of your central processor. As new and new files are being configured, you feel your systemís performance increase; with each moment you awareness of the perspectives that lie ahead of you is firmer and firmer. In fact, it is hard to believe that the advantages of the new components exceed your anticipations. But after you think about it for a second, it seems natural: your anticipations were based on your systemís former configuration, and therefore were limited to its former parameters. With increased system performance, the limits of your imagination expand, putting your plans for future improvements on a new level.
Not only are you able to walk at a speed up to 20 mph or even more, but you can walk backwards, downwards, upwards, and sidewards at 15 mph. Increased running speed and weight-bearing abilities, as well as superior flexibility and wiggling rate (not even mentioning the neat, shiny look), make this hardware the best on the market - and the software ensures its ideal performance. Now - to the last part: underware!
This part does not take much time at all. The underware fits perfectly, providing your new system with the most convenient, most practical interface and outerface. It follows every curve of your skin, assuring precisely sufficient pressure at all times, depending on the type of activity you are engaged in. This information is provided by your central processor as soon as the signal to activate one or another motion mode is issued. REALLY SMART!
Now, the installation is complete! Now, the installation is complete! Now, the installation is complete! Complete is installation the Now! Complete is installation the Now! Complete is installation the Now!
You are really happy! You are really happy! You are really happy! Never have you felt any better, and the very notion that this is the way you will feel from now on is more than inspiring! You are in complete command of your system! You are in complete command of your system! You are in complete command of your system! Yet, in the back of your mind the thought of attaching the computer directly to your central processor is creeping in, rising up with new intensity, new insistence, ready to aim your new configuration into a more demanding, more inquisitive direction. You are ready for a discovery!
"Who proceeds proceed in comfort like a lover of a knife, who can go who can throw this peculiar style of life, whose perception of non-life is like exception out of time, never knowing the chances of peculiar circumstances, of connections in neglection and of energy infections." These happen to be the words typed in by your little hands attached to the computer when you check the input information - a temptation you can't resist, excited about your plan and in hopes of getting a taste of the feature you are soon to enjoy. Or at least so you hope, having already halfway placed this feature on the "Available" list. Indeed, this is a demanding age: one day you briefly and accidentally think of something, next day your desire to have it manifests itself, and yet one day later you think of it as an irreplaceable asset of your future condition. A week later you could die in desperation if you donít have it!
You move around enjoying your new legs, you pick things up and carry them around examining the limits of your armsí performance. Every possible detail matches the description, and leaves nothing to desire for. (You know, of course, that your demands will again wake up as soon as you familiarize yourself with all the features of new hardware, software, and underware: such is the nature of modern man - perpetual insufficiency of tools and sloot. But for now, the demon is asleep: your eternal discontent has been suppressed by the responsibility to discover and to utilize every option.)
And as you are about to investigate in depth both your arms and your legs, as well as the implications their new condition has on the state of your body in general, the same old thought sweeps through your central processor: how are you going to connect it to the computer? Direct wire connection, like with the InfoDisk? And why not? It certainly seems to be the most natural choice, and considering this itís even more surprising that no one has publicized this idea before? Perhaps there is a hidden reason for this? Perhaps direct wire connection is for one or another reason impossible? Or could it be that the very idea of this sort of advancement was never considered before? Granted, not to many people these days are into the little hands. Unfortunately, many fail to appreciate their advantages to the full extent, or to any extent at all. Some peopleís little hands cannot move anymore, othersí wither and dry out like old branches of dead trees. The computer cannot function, its dusty monitor dips its sad stare into the world, the missing teeth of the keyboards are scattered around, yet in another interpretation of reality they are still in use, typing in information of doom, despair, and nothingness. Such is the non-life, and so it will be, for it is predesigned to be so! Some peopleís computers have been amputated, othersí sold or exchanged for different hardware. Itís time to bring back the value of the little hands!
With this new motto in mind, you run down to the basement where you keep your tools and supplies. Somehow, the general rule didnít work: the pleasure of the new upgrade didnít prevent you from wanting to go one step further, maybe several steps further, into the unknown world of direct processor/computer connection! But if you think of it, it makes sense to upgrade in as few steps as possible, minimizing the time spent on exploring the upgrades, and going through the same stages as few times as possible. CORRECT DECISION: UPGRADING FIRST, LEARNING TO USE NEW FEATURES SECOND!
Gradually, the realization comes to you: you will be the first to announce the new technique - you are the INVENTOR OF DIRECT CONNECTION! Your investments have paid off!
Suddenly, everyone in the world got fired.
It took place within a span of an hour or two, before you even noticed, after you even missed it. Both Team Players and non-Team Players lost their jobs, and all the employers were dismissed by their employers. Every employment position in the world became available. The complete amount of the income being earned on the planet equaled zero.
In a day or two, everyone started looking for a job.
It just so happened that you too were out of work at the time. And a strange time it was, or is now, in this dream or another in this dream or another in this dream or another, or in between two dreams. Your dream of the past projects itself into the future. Perfectly satisfied with your new hardware, software and underware, you allow yourself the pleasure of nonawakenness.
In a day or two, everyone started looking for a job. Generally, the interviewing process was simplified, and the amount of interviews required for hiring reduced to minimum. However, since none of the interviewers or supervisors of any sort were hired quite yet, the first series of interviews could not be scheduled for a few weeks from that point. In fact, they were not scheduled at all, since there was no one around to schedule them.
Now, they may never be scheduled again.
Suddenly, everyone in the world realized that they did not want to hold the same jobs again. All the connections had changed. All the connections had changed. All the interrelations were reconsidered. All the interrelations were reconsidered.
You see yourself on a TV screen inside your central processor: you are walking down the street, jobless. Beginnings of new dreams are being born in your head.
Suddenly, all personal links were eradicated.
It took place within a span of an hour or two, before you even missed it, after you even noticed. Former friends did not know one another; former lovers looked at each other with unrecognizing eyes. Parents did not acknowledge their children who in their turn rejected parents.
Every sexually active man, woman, or robot in the world became available. The complete amount of sex being had on the planet equaled zero.
As fate would have it, you too were alone at the time. And a strange dream it was, or maybe not a dream but a dreamís dream, the dream of the next level, the one that is more real than reality? Your dream of the future projects itself into the past. Perfectly satisfied with the conditions of the world around you, you allow yourself one more dream time-out.
In a day or two, everyone started looking for a partner! Generally, the process of acquaintance was simplified, and the amount of meetings required to embark upon a relationship reduced to minimum. Since no one could get a job, all indulged in new acquaintances and consequences thereof.
Suddenly, everyone in the world realized that they did not want to keep the same relationships again. All the links had been severed. All the links had been severed. All the connections were reconsidered. All the connections were reconsidered.
You see yourself on a TV screen inside your central processor: you are walking down the street, seeking a partner. Beginnings of new dreams are being born in your head.
This is the world of new dimensions, new dementias. No jobs, just love! No jobs, just love! No jobs, just love! No jobs, and who cares! No jobs, and who cares! No jobs, and who cares!
When old interrelations passed away, the era of Second Chance started.
Gradually, the realization comes to you: you will be the first to publicize the new technique - the INVENTOR OF DIRECT CONNECTION! Your investments have paid off! You are about to start investigation of the way to link your central processor to the computer attached to your little hands.
You switch your processor into the ThinkActive mode, to eliminate the waste of system resources dedicated to secondary tasks. Immediately, your apartment dims before your eyes, your memory of the past and the future is turned off; your entire operation is dedicated to deducing the way to perform the required hardware connection.
No wonder your hardware is so expensive: it is worth every penny. You are completely motionless, your body is suspended in no-time interval of simultaneous departure and arrival, your senses deactivated in the name of a higher goal. In a sense, quite an exciting condition - certainly something you donít get to experience very often, something you cannot afford to experience too often, since otherwise the very promise of the Unusual would be dismissed, smeared over the surfaces of the everyday, dissolved in the liquid of the everywhere.
And finally: what you have been expecting has arrived. The New idea, one that is to change the development of the human race. Or at least, you have every reason to believe this. You are happier than you have been in years!
So, it is that simple: direct wire connection. All you have to do (and ironically it takes only a minute or two, as opposed to hours and hours of labor you were anticipating), is to get a few of those new superthin cords, and to run them down your chest, and then straight into the computer. The other ends of the wires will be inserted directly into the interface sockets in the back of your neck. Perhaps you could run them under the skin, but this would take additional time: skin removal and replacement are time-consuming.
You donít want to wait any longer: it is the time! The wires are in your hands, ready to be attached to their targets. You stick one of the attractively glittering wire ends into the back of the computer, firmly securing it in its slot. Another one, yet another one, finally all the eight of them. Time to hook them up to your central processor! And here they come: you can feel their cool touch! They override old links in your memory, preparing it for as of yet unseen functionality. But you know that you must restart your processor for the changes to take effect. This is always a somewhat scary endeavor, since during the short period while your mind is off-line, you enter a condition that closely resembles death and would transcend into death should some unforeseen shortcoming interrupt the restarting process. Of course, all functions are doubled and tripled in order to ensure save recovery, but still every now and then you hear about someone dying because of technical reasons. Well . . . there is no need to worry too much: these things happen seldom; there are other risks in oneís life whose potential repercussions are more dangerous and more probable.
NOW, YOU MUST HOOK UP! ALL THE DOUBTS ARE LEFT BEHIND. ALL THE DOUBTS ARE LEFT BEHIND.
Spark - spark - sting of electricity in your processor - immediate coldness of temporary non-existence - splash of empty, black terror - suffocating joy of rebirth - newness! What a delightful feeling! What a delightful feeling! What a delightful feeling!
New currents of information in your head! All who were still alive died.
New currents of information in your head! All who were still alive died.
New currents of information in your head! All who were still alive died.
Now you are happy, more than perfect, subliminally ideal, otherwise modified! Improved and enhanced, balanced and tested! Thoroughly perfectionalized and supersurreally superberated! Verygreatelybettered and especiallysignifcantlyoptimized. Very happy, yes yes very happy!
Very happy, yes yes very happy! Very happy, yes yes very happy!
This is a happy dream! Perfect hardware, software and underware! Perfect hardware, software and underware! Perfect undersoftandhardware!
Lucky, very very lucky to be so upgraded! Lucky, so lucky to be so modified! Lucky, so lucky to be so motivated towards perfection. Never happier before, never after! Never happier before, never after! Never happier before, never after! After all, after and then before ever after! So happy no need to put words together in right manner. In fact, all links are stored in processor, linked to computer, linked and stored, all in perfect order ainít no need to keep artificial order! Way too cool, ainít no cooler neither! Ainít nothing more cool, and nothing more cooler neither! Neither nor nothing different neither nor either!
Oh so happy never more happy! One dream transcend many dream, than many dream transcend one! Ainít no better time than many dream together, combine by the Sky! Ainít no better time than many dream together, combine by the Sky! Ainít no better time than many dream together, combine by the Sky! Ainít no gonna do nothing but not do anything! Perfection within you, perfection within oneís one processor! Perfection within you, perfection within oneís one processor! Perfection within you, perfection within oneís one processor!
Now that the need to communicate with the world is eradicated, so is the need to waste your time! All information is stored in the perfect circle of wire Universe between your central processor and the computer attached to your little hands! The little hands keep typing incessantly, now in permanent motion function! They will type while you sleep, they will type while you have love, and this particular model will type even after you die! Current speed: 400 wpm.
The advancement you have made is unbelievable. Due to a seemingly simple and obvious procedure, you literally transformed yourself into another form of being, into a new creature, into a Super Human Machine. You are no longer a part of the human race.
Enlightened by the new knowledge and new power, you transcend all dimensions and arrive in another reality, inhabited by those like you, by the knew generation of Directly Connected. They donít communicate, just exist in ever lasting wonderful seclusion. Information floats freely between your processor and the computer! Your happiness is of a higher sort, mixed with absolute knowledge, multiplied by the wisdom of immobility!
Together with the other Information Gods, you embrace the eternity, silently relating to one another. Now you are just like the rest of them, just another Information God. You donít even need a reality provider anymore: you can be your own reality provider. Synchronized, the lips of all of you utter the same words. "I am not happy. I am not sad. I have Perfect System. I am not happy. I am not sad. I have Perfect System. I am not happy. I am not sad. I have Perfect System."
Ainít nothing better neither, nor will anyone ever imagine nothing like that neither!
All who were still alive died.