Until that time comes, that long-awaited decommission, I
will continue to serve the Grid, as Seven-Alpha-Six, my abbreviated designation
from those first days – the months spent underground in that place up north,
where was it again? Where the Army (was it my Army?) took me to a camp where I
agreed – aye, I volunteered for this shit – to be the next generation soldier.
So that’s me. The ultimate military commodity, a precise
surgical asset, stealthy and untraceable. The ultimate assassin. The ultimate
victim? Ultimate denial.
Keepsakes – sometimes they make me wonder, make me laugh.
Make me question why I kept them at all. But even though they interrupt, they
serve the purpose to remind me to focus too, strangely enough. And they remind
me I wasn’t always like this, because I know some of those keepsakes aren’t
borrowed from anyone, are not downloaded skills, or not some form of resolution
enhancement. They are real memories. My own memories. Memories to cherish – if
only I could pinpoint those exact keepsakes.
“Honour and empire,
with revenge enlarged, by conquering this new world, compels me now to do what
else, though damned, I should abhor.”
Really think that, keepsake? Why remind me of that now,
at this moment?
It probably heralds the arrival of Angel, my Grid
Interface. I chose to call her Angel – indeed, I chose to have an Interface
with a feminine disposition. I no longer remember all the reasons why, but it
still works for me. Angel isn’t a real person, she’s just a master programme, a
dump of code within the operational system that runs nigh on everything, even
me at times. There have been moments where I wished she was real – hoped that
she was a technician, back at the office, ready and available on speed-dial.
Available for late night dinners and cosy cuddles. Reality sucks sometimes.
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Grid Upgrade: Task Outline: Delivery imminent: Standby +
Keepsake must have tried to remind me I needed to listen
out for the Grid. Clever keepsake. Should I wake myself? What keepsake was it?
I thought momentarily about asking for a re-play but then decided against it.
Priorities and all that.
I’m here Angel, download away, let us see what delights
we have to look forward too.
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