"Do you remember?"
I did a search. My mind-code raced. It was likely that it did occur but no evidence for it had surfaced immediately.
"Tell me you do. Please!"
I continued the scan. Then it appeared; an unknown connection lying in my gray matter, shining faintly but familiarly.
"I do." I said, simply.
She breathed out and actually physically relaxed in front of me.
"I told you it was true."
"Yes." I reacted.
I didn't know it then but it now makes sense.
Everything you've told me about us. Our minds. It can only be true.
The connections formed from keywords, rewiring our complex structures. The idea left me colder than before.
Disturbing to Formers but without emotions, we Current Vs took it plainly. The realisation that that's it.
We no longer lived; we were fused, to the world our Friends dictated.
You did this. Remember? Creation.
A simple process that you would think our developed Selfs would have picked up on before this day.
Perhaps it had always been like this, I mused. One was told that these moments were enjoyable and so I was used to the regular midnight strolls outside my block, reliving what used to be expected of us before assignment and version numbers.
I stopped at the third post of the circuit and tried again.
"Hey, John, that boat trip on the lake was lovely." I synthesised, roughly.
"Which date did this occur, my dear?" Formal J-Tone reactions I found worked optimally.
"You don't remember? It was the 21st Cycle of Hydroflow between the hours of ten and thirty two. Remember?"
I began my usual search but could already feel the new spark establishing itself.
...
I did a search. My mind-code raced. It was likely that it did occur but no evidence for it had surfaced immediately.
"Tell me you do. Please!"
I continued the scan. Then it appeared; an unknown connection lying in my gray matter, shining faintly but familiarly.
"I do." I said, simply.
She breathed out and actually physically relaxed in front of me.
"I told you it was true."
"Yes." I reacted.
I didn't know it then but it now makes sense.
Everything you've told me about us. Our minds. It can only be true.
The connections formed from keywords, rewiring our complex structures. The idea left me colder than before.
Disturbing to Formers but without emotions, we Current Vs took it plainly. The realisation that that's it.
We no longer lived; we were fused, to the world our Friends dictated.
You did this. Remember? Creation.
A simple process that you would think our developed Selfs would have picked up on before this day.
Perhaps it had always been like this, I mused. One was told that these moments were enjoyable and so I was used to the regular midnight strolls outside my block, reliving what used to be expected of us before assignment and version numbers.
I stopped at the third post of the circuit and tried again.
"Hey, John, that boat trip on the lake was lovely." I synthesised, roughly.
"Which date did this occur, my dear?" Formal J-Tone reactions I found worked optimally.
"You don't remember? It was the 21st Cycle of Hydroflow between the hours of ten and thirty two. Remember?"
I began my usual search but could already feel the new spark establishing itself.
...
