Diary of a Neobody – March 6th, 2112

Hello diary.

Sorry for missing my entry yesterday – I was out most of the evening with Grace and by the time I finally arrived home I decided I’d leave it and write today instead.  You haven’t had to wait all that long I suppose.  Besides, it was quite an important evening for me, so you’ll just have to live with it. Continue reading “Diary of a Neobody – March 6th, 2112”

Postcards From The Future #1


The argument goes that if anyone ever masters time travel then The Large Hadron Collider in Geneva, Switzerland, is the first point in time they could send anything back to. Let’s say they start with postcards… Continue reading “Postcards From The Future #1”

Diary of a Neobody – February 27th, 2112

Hello diary.

Skiing was almost a complete success! We all had half an hour on the practice slope, since none of us had done it before, but then we were all allowed onto the larger slopes for the rest of our time there. Everyone really enjoyed themselves – or at least, they all said they did and showed no signs of lying about it. Continue reading “Diary of a Neobody – February 27th, 2112”

Diary of a Neobody – February 20th, 2112

Hello diary.

On Friday, I noticed something that I never previously had – I write dates differently to the rest of the office.  Everyone else is international and local, and the only American has lived here in November since he was a child.  Parts of my Operating System were written in the USA however, and so, at least in part, I am American too.  This seems to manifest itself in the way I order dates – month, day, year.  It’s strange however; my spelling module is set to British English, since GU is descended from a British company, and so uses that dictionary.  And yet, my dates are still American.  I wonder why this is.  Are they in separate sections of my language modules?  Is it merely a glitch?  Perhaps my British English module has been mis-programmed?

I am in two minds as to what to do about this. Continue reading “Diary of a Neobody – February 20th, 2112”


Oh, my head hurts.  Why?  Last time I woke up feeling like this it was after I’d had a really good night, but ate something dodgy.  This time… I don’t remember having fun… I don’t remember eating… in fact I don’t remember anything at all.

My eyelids feel really heavy, it almost seems too much trouble to open them.  Maybe I’ll just wait for a while.

Oh my head.  I’m just gonna stay sitting still and see if it gets better.  It’s weird though, I don’t seem to be able to lift my arm.  All I wanna do is hold my head.  Why can’t I lift my arm?

Okay, maybe I should open my eyes now. Continue reading “Confused”

Diary of a Neobody – February 13th, 2112

Hello diary.

Grace was right.  I stopped my attempt to recreate my state of distraction on Tuesday and, on Thursday, I accidentally spent two hours engrossed in some kind of shopping channel.  I’m not even entirely sure why.  I was skipping across the channels to see if anything ‘jumped out’ at me, and came to channel 217.  When I landed on it, they were trying to sell some holopict frames – the kind that hang on the wall and just flick through a series of pictures.  They were made up to look like old photoframes rather than just the modern display diodes, and I took quite a fancy to them.  I bought two and they arrived yesterday.  They came with a decent selection of pictures built in – at the moment, they’re rolling through a series of pictures of deep space.  They’re quite beautiful. Continue reading “Diary of a Neobody – February 13th, 2112”

The Founder Effect – no. 5


Last night I dreamed for the first time. A dream of pure emotion. There was nothing to see, nothing to hear, no light or dark, no space or surface to oppose my form. There was only me, a presence without matter, and over me poured a cascade of words that flowed in streams of syntax, each strand a line of thinking, a grammar, an ecstasy of tragedy, running and running down me without end. It was a deluge of everything that has ever been said, been written, been thought, followed by every possible permutation of language, that is to say, everything that ever could be articulated in words. Every variant of reality that has ever been and ever could be. And because it was happening, I knew that there was no such thing as time. Continue reading “The Founder Effect – no. 5”

Diary of a Neobody – February 6th, 2112

Hello diary.

Back to my regularly scheduled times it seems, and hopefully I’ll be able to keep to them from now.  A couple of times since last week I have attempted to recreate the sense of distraction that caused me to miss my weekly writeup, but as yet I’ve been unable to do so.  Possibly because in deliberately attempting to recreate it, I am prevented from doing so – the fact that I am trying to test it means that I pay more attention to what I am doing and the state of mind does not come.  I suppose it doesn’t really matter, but I am rather intrigued as to whether this is something that could happen again, or if it was, perhaps, a momentary glitch in my programming.  I’ve double-checked and I’m completely up to date with patches and the like, so it seems unlikely.  Maybe some kind of problem caused by unforeseen clashes between my original ’ware and the emotion implant?  Well, no matter.  Grace says that the minute I stop trying to set it up and go about life as normal, it’ll happen again.  ‘Sod’s Law’ she called it, though I think the normal term is ‘Murphy’s Law’. Continue reading “Diary of a Neobody – February 6th, 2112”

Diary of a Neobody – January 31st, 2112

Hello diary.

A somewhat belated hello in fact, since I forgot to make my entry yesterday as has apparently become my custom, but not my habit.  As far as I was aware, it was impossible for me to forget anything without deliberately deleting it from my memory, and yet here I sit, a day late.  I spent most of last night watching some more thrideos that Joseph has lent to me, and I became quite engrossed in them.  Is this part of my new emotions?  Becoming emotionally involved in something to the point where I manage to override memory and intent?  Is absent-mindedness an undocumented emotion that I have now attained? Continue reading “Diary of a Neobody – January 31st, 2112”

The Founder Effect – no. 4


I hang my key ring on the wall as she makes her way around. Snout stiffly to the floorboards, her gait is loose and clumsy. Each step flops in a different way. She’s better at smelling than walking.

A dog’s sense of smell is thousands of times better than that of a human. This alone made the dog worth taming, although there were other advantages. They chase away vermin. They hear well and sleep lightly. They express and comprehend subtleties of emotion through eye contact. They smile at pleasure, are loyal, even delay gratification. Australian aborigines have a saying, “a three-dog night,” meaning a night so cold one needs to huddle with three dogs to stay warm enough to sleep. Sharing sleep is the ultimate intimacy, a manner of becoming one. It’s enough to make you wonder if humans domesticated dogs or if dogs will naturalize humans. Continue reading “The Founder Effect – no. 4”