I have yet to make a friend, but that is by design.
The beauty of existence in a verbal dimension is that nothing is a product of happenstance. There are no coincidences, no mistakes, no serendipity. However, there are demands. When your life is measured by the story it unfolds, it requires relations. As a word needs a language, a character needs a milieu. Antagonism. One is what one does, and the effects must reciprocate.
A friend might be a bit much. I should say what I need is companionship. A friend, by definition, harbors concern. But a companion: well, a companion is nothing if not a trove of secrets.
The objects of my relations are not most important. Most vital are the relations themselves and their dynamics. The how of my being will say more than the what. I need to initiate a relation. Continue reading “The Founder Effect – no. 3”
Mr. Fairly’s press conference was today – he and I left the office early to head down to reception where he had arranged a big setup in the entrance hall. It was all quite impressive really, another concept I’m getting used to. There were a few rows of chairs, a tiny raised podium (of sorts) with a lectern, and directly behind that the huge modern art steelwork of the company logo, dominating the centre of the room. I suppose it looked more like an advert for the company than a news piece, but I expect it looked good for the cameras. The entrance hall is all glass-roofed, so with the cameras tilted just a little they could see the building stretching up behind us, people bustling about their work. Continue reading “Diary of a Neobody – January 16th, 2112”
I know enough to realize that my identity, my story, and my life are one and the same. To that end, it’s more important to travel a path than it is to clearly define a sense of self. I’ve told you who I am, and it’s all true, but I can’t keep in that place for too long—I need to move. I want to grow and growth is a movement. If my flesh is words, my blood is grammar. I want to spread. A trickle to an ocean.
I need an arc. Me and my surplus of bones and my contempt for the cowardice of nature, clenching ancient codes, we need a thrust, to launch ourselves at a right angle against gravity. To make an arc. Continue reading “The Founder Effect – no. 2”
The most remarkable thing about me is I have twelve fingers and twelve toes; six fingers on each hand, six toes on each foot. And I don’t mean unsightly nubs that can be shorn off in a hospital with a scalpel and some alcohol. I mean bone, knuckles, nails, sensation. So perfectly formed that if I shook your hand, you wouldn’t notice. It might even take you a week, maybe longer. Not a casual thing. It would take a moment of intimacy.
As you might imagine, I’ve read quite a bit about my remainder. The medical establishment has the most to say, but I find science so dull. I prefer history, poetry. A doctor diagnoses a “condition.” A poet marvels at divinity. Continue reading “The Founder Effect – no. 1”
Hello again diary.
I’m still undecided about what to say to Mr. Fairly about the press conference he wants to arrange. I say that as if he hasn’t already planned the entire thing – all he’s really waiting on is my agreement. I’ll probably do it. There are no real reasons not to.
It won’t bring me to the attention of the Pro-Nat activists, and if they really cared, I wouldn’t have to go on a live cast for them to find out about me. Information about androids with AI and emotional implants is public record so that people can check up on us. So people know what they’re hiring. Though Grace told me to start thinking of myself as a ‘who’ now. It still sounds weird to me, but I suppose the fact that I can now think it sounds weird is proof that it fits. Continue reading “Diary of a Neobody – January 9th, 2112”
So I’ve decided to keep a diary. It seems as good a time as any – I’ve just become acquainted with the human concept of ‘a new year’s resolution’ after all. I thought it was something to do with holopict’ display sizes at first, but then my good friend Grace explained it to me.
‘Good friend’. It’s another concept I’m having a hard time coming to terms with. It was never a problem before, but following my implant last month, everything has been a bit of a rush. Who knew human emotions could be so much fun? Though, I suppose ‘fun’ is an emotional response so, by definition, fun has to be a possible descriptor. Before, I would experience…well, nothing, upon seeing Grace. Now however, I feel a surge of what I think is happiness when I see her. I know she’s only my case worker, but I feel connected to her in a way that ‘indebted’ doesn’t truly cover. I wonder if I’ll get used to it, and it’ll go away? Continue reading “Diary of a Neobody – January 2nd, 2112”
** Today’s Tech Highlights **
** From Wolf News Online **
** 23 December 2023 **
In the last full day’s shopping before Christmas, it looks like the number one bestseller is AllEye the latest bioApp from GargantuaSoft. This lets a user provide a real-time feed from their bioImplant to storage on one of GargantuaSoft’s servers; the feed can feature on GargantuaSoft’s own highlights service or be embedded in the user’s PersonalPage so their friends can subscribe to it. It is being described as the first genuine ‘stream of consciousness’ bioApp. Continue reading “AllEye want for Christmas: a cautionary tale”