“Oh
be kind to your small person friends. Every Who may be somebody's
mother. Be kind to any Who on every speck. Any one of them might
likely be your brother.”
Roger Daltrey* #quote
Today I went to a wonderful family gathering. Much fun was had as
all good family gatherings tend to. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Coded Souls
Humanity didn't
need television or books for entertainment anymore. Those were still
made. But now something else existed. My reality. The virtual reality
where humanity watched us from above. Or below. Or the sides. Or
whatever angle they wanted. Even within our minds.
I'm a program
living inside an infinite plane of existence. And I'm, for a lack of
better words, a soul. Right now I'm in limbo. But soon I'll be coded
into some sort of being to give it form and emotion. Most likely
it'll be human. But if they want a robot with emotion, or a spirit,
or dragon, I'll be in it. Whatever will make the most interesting
show. The most interesting story. A destiny will be coded into me.
The destiny
won't be specific actions. But instead they'll give me inclinations.
A base personality that will be molded by the scenarios that follow
after the start of the first scene. It's humans jobs, along with
programs, to search through simulated realities to find out which
ones had the most interesting stories unfold and present to the
people. Millions of worlds and created and millions of coded souls
are placed into them.
I suppose I'm
just an actor. I have planted memories for all of my roles as I piggy back on a
body...feeding it my emotions. I'm not even part of the virtual
brain. Oh, the beings I've been. I've been the serial killers that
murder off camera. Though I've had to witness them. I wish they would
program those memories out...but they only do if it affects my
performances.
Eventually they scrub the memories from my mind until it becomes as fuzzy as a dream. But I've heard other coded souls in limbo talk about those
horrors as they are between scenes so I won't forgive the humans for making me go through
that. An odd thing to know the pain you've gone through mostly by seeing others lament.
I wonder what the humans think of my performances. It had better be
worth making me sentient to my existence.
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