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“But those were rather boring times. We will now continue with a lesson of chronological mechanics…”
So was Edward Morrow’s childhood: his father always taught him everything. But the world had radically changed and despite the fact that the old man was an excellent teacher, soon his son couldn’t keep up with the high pace at which information, especially technology evolved in the world. Humankind had changed. And the change was far from any wicked utopia that the philosophers of the early 21st century had predicted. Trees were no longer cut; air and water stayed clean; the sun always shinned. No crisis. No wars. The entire planet was now a boring, yet happy place to be. The impossible had been achieved. People had begun to care for each other. And that was with no thanks to the human nature. It was merely a technological achievement.
God… last night everything had gotten so crazy. The party. The sex. Anna thought. But wait. There had been no sex. After all, she had blocked him. And still, the thing had looked so real and so serious. It was almost impossible to think it was all just an illusion. But it had been pleasurable all the same. However, she had felt that there had to be something more to it. The man’s feelings were like an open book. He only wanted sex. Not love. That is why she had blocked him.
Anna was lying in bed upside-down. Her feet were against the wall. And God, how she enjoyed this feeling: those long Sunday mornings when her long, black hair flowed on the white bed clothing and her hot, silk-like skin pressed gently against the cool sheets of her bed, all of this while she thought at her life. She felt like Sleeping-Beauty; still sleeping, still dreaming and waiting to be kissed. Then suddenly it occurred to her: this was no Sunday morning. It was a late Friday and she needed to go to work! But what on earth had convinced her to have a party on Thursday evening anyway? Anna thought at all of this while she hastily prepared for work. Truth was, she was not late. In fact, she was never late. Her mind had seen to it. Anna prepared for work. She dressed herself (yes, a red dress would do), arranged her hair, put a little lipstick here… a little there…, some cream on her hands. And then she left.
The dream felt wrong. Why aren’t you talking to me? I feel scared, I need love. Why aren’t you talking to me? Can anyone speak? Is there anyone? I demand you speak to me at once! Edwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!
The world felt wrong. It had changed. Millenniums old traditions had been forgotten.
“You and I, my son, are the last people on Earth that can talk.” Ben Morrow said to his son, while he gently patted the boy on his head. Edward. What a beautiful name. He pronounced it again.
“Hello. My name is Edward and I can talk.” he answered to his father and hugged him.
“Thank you for not letting me down, dad.”
His father smiled. Edward Morrow had been born prematurely and the doctors had been unable to get a bridge to him. His real parents had abandoned him. He had been the first name on the list of children to be sent to Saint Ursula’s orphanage for the incapacitated, a “mysterious” place where children, especially their vital organs seemed to disappear. But that had been a long time ago, way before the legendary Ben Morrow had decided to interfere. He had adopted the boy in question and shut the place down by proving to the High Council that the tracker devices he had installed in the liver and the stomach of a terminally physically ill baby didn’t stay together. There had been a real scandal to all of this but the place had been forever shut down. Fortunately enough, those unfortunate events had happened 70 years ago and the boy was now more than safe even if he died. Because Ben Morrow was dying. And that was not because of some disease but simply because of age. The anti-aging vaccines didn’t work for him anymore. In the living room, Edward had switched on the TV.
• definition of a bridge, neuronal servers of Larousse.inc © since1967, “most accurate definition”, mental alignment(page) 2401.05 – grade I memory.
1. construction made of various materials across a river, a railroad, a road or a
2. man-made device. full history…
First created for strict military use, the bridge was researched in order to assure interactive, real-time continuous contact between troops and a central intelligence computer on the battlefield, in case of a potential World War Four. However, such technology had been put to far better use when the neocracy system had been inaugurated and the human military had been dissolved. The world was now protected from any wars.
Throughout history, human physical and moral evolution had reached such a point that it had surpassed the human limit of things and it would continue to be possible only through reinforced technological achievement. In other words, the natural evolution of things had reached its limit. The irony in all of this is that man has always been limited by what he thought to be indisputable to his existence: his senses. Therefore, by combining the synthetic with the organic, man had found a way (a brilliant way) of avoiding his senses during the transfer and the analysis of information. Example: how much hours a day can man spend learning? How much time can man stay listening to everything that is happening around him? Several hours at best. But those were rather boring times. Nowadays, thanks to the technological implements in our society, man can better himself continuously. The bridge is not only an extraordinary learning tool but it is also an indisputable way of keeping people together. The first prototypes of these devices (the history-making “abridge b.m”) required complex attachments and often recharge in order for them to function properly. Fortunately, pure human genius had found a way of reducing and masking the presence of these implantations in the human body at such a rate that they soon became as popular and as normal as wearing sun-glasses. Nowadays, the abridge b.m has been replaced by a more viable and advanced mechanism, called the ibridge n.t. The new bridge not only permits real-time communication with the A.I mainframe from across the world but it had also enabled the human race to come to a more sophisticated and convenient way of spreading the information: telepathy. Furthermore, by the extension of these devices- now forever surgically fixed on every human being at birth to all the important nervous centers of the brain, one may not express only his thoughts through the device, but also his emotions and his entire being. The ibridge n.t, unlike its predecessor, is continuously connected to a central neurological mainframe (artificially built neurons containing vast amounts of information) and can pathload (acquire, “download” brain patterns responsible for clearer than ever memories) information and perceive it as a memory. In other words, thanks to the enormous learning capability of the brain, one may memorize physics, math, chemistry, and arts in incredible times. Without getting bored, without getting tired. Without any side effects. The tool of the future. My brain. Your brain. His Brain. Our brain.
The parking lot was empty. A compact, red, for-city-built Mercedes & Waltz vehicle stopped in front of the elevators. A beautiful woman got out of it and hurried to the service elevator. The command for floor 47 had already been given through the ibridge. The elevator had no control panel. No buttons. It wasn’t human. Everything was remotely controlled through ibridges. Floor 47 had been reached: the elevator doors opened gently. Anna got out and marched towards her office, room 67 which was at end of the corridor. Hastily, a door opened and a tall and good-looking man caring an empty crystal container as an excuse appeared in the corridor.
“Anna… I wanted to say that I love you.” he thought and the highly detailed and complex architecture of his thought got released through the ibridge as a strong, coded pulse of telepathic energy traveling instantly to the intended receiver ibridge. And Anna’s mind reacted almost instantly to the decoded piece of the transmitted thought, by creating an increasing sinful pleasure and sensibility on the erogenous parts of her body- on her lips and between her legs. And then, almost as suddenly as it had begun, the emotion and all the pleasure attached to it ceased. Anna had blocked him. Embarrassed, the man smiled and returned to his business. His attempts had failed. He had spent countless hours pathloading and personalizing the erotic emotions and impulses he had found on a remote branch of the central neurological mainframe for nothing. The girl hadn’t reacted to him.
Anna continued with her schedule.