“Nobody respects my privacy.”
The Loch Ness Monster* #quote
Today I decided I was going to try and call CJ to see if he would
come over for the weekend or whatnot. Also watched that show called
the Big Brain Theory. The engineering reality show which, based on
half of the episodes, is the show where everyone fails and something
breaks because science is hard. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Fossilized Data
Ah-ha! At last my search engine has paid off! Another corner of the
Internet backlog excavated! Will these findings make me famous? Or
will they mean nothing? I don't know I have to wait for my machine to
finish decoding everything.
The name Emily Chang and I'm a sort of archeologist. Of the
Internet. Well if you could really call it that anymore. The Internet
was called the Internet because it was a network of linked computers.
But now they took all that data and stuffed into a gigantic bio-tech
brain. Layers and layers of data. From all databases and websites.
The bio-brain is such a gigantic and marvelous device it can do that.
But data that wasn't deemed the most important at first and
prioritized was sort of moved to the subconscious of the brain. And
now we archeologists of the modern era dig out the data of the Old
Internet to study the cultures of long past. Right now I'm excavating
data one thousand years old. Yeah the bio-tech brain is that old a
device.
So what fossils of data have I excavated from the Old Internet? What
old culture I have unearthed for study? Perhaps some old medical
articles? Or some old media sharing websites? Oh! It's come through!
Hmm....Langdon's Flash Fictions. Looks like a bunch of stories by
some random guy. Doesn't seem very important. Moving on!
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