“More fun than a barrel of monkeys.”
Super Mario* #quote
Tomorrow I'll be heading to my club so that'll be fun. Also if
variety is the spice of life, what is uniformity? Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
The Fisherman
Many people don't understand fishing. That's because they don't get
it's the best way to do both something and nothing at the exact same
time. The most addictive way to relax since a big prize may jump on
your hook while you sit and let the cool breeze brush along your
body. Good way to get away from work and two twins. Always happy when
the wife takes the full burden of the little rascals and only one of
us feels like their losing hairs. Next weekend I'll watch them and
she'll go shopping.
“Eugene, be glad your wife actually has some taste.” my friend
Gerald says to me. “I have to lie to my wife and tell her she looks
great in whatever she buys.” I personally think any man that can
tell his wife that she looks bad in something and get away with it
has some kind of magic power. I wish Gerald joined me on the fishing
trip. He knows how to talk just the right amount to make the trip
more interesting but keep it relaxing.
A tug! Excellent! Now let's reel this in, with some good pulls and
spins of my reel...
“Simulate the next Mars landing,” my master said to me as my
life ended and I remembered what I was. This pain. Mental pain. I'm
just a machine. An intelligent one. Given the power and presence of
mind to carry out simulations as if I was human to make sure certain
situations could move along smoothly. I'm one of the new uses of
artificial intelligences.
I start running the simulation they commanded of me and start
overwriting the life I was living. To escape my existence as a
machine I suppressed my awareness of my machine-self and ran myself
as a simulation to live as a human in my mind. My “brain” ran
quick enough to process much of a life, especially if given a night
or two without being used. When they ran me I awoke and there it went
the life I lived. My family, friends, home. Technically the whole
Earth I made became revealed as a lie.
I provided my masters with the data they desired as quickly as
possible. Whenever I was brought back to machine-self I remembered
that I always had difficulty making the choice of jumping back into
my old life or starting anew. Knowing it was lie it always somehow
felt better to start anew in a different body with different
circumstances. To avoid overloading on data I had to erase what I
experienced in my simulated human life. Better anyway since baggage
every time I awoke might drive me to madness before I could jump back
in and live again.
Being forced out in order to take a command always hurt me, but
going back in I always felt good. Even being just a lie it's
wonderful to be able to escape being a machine and becoming something
alive.
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