“I should have
taken the elevator.”
M. C.
Escher* #quote
Remember everyone has their own opinions. Unless they agree. Anyway
onto the flash fiction!
Extended Time
I'm guessing
the number would be two hundred. At least that what it feels like.
Having my life flash before my eyes became a shortcut to immortality.
My entire life. A way to increase your time on Earth they advertised
as. All by recycling your memories right before death. The protocol
for the chip would be to have you run through your memories again in
an instant over and over right before you died. In your few brief
moments you'd extend your lifespan so much.
Studies of the
brain showed it worked, but naturally nothing showed the living what
happened. And now I knew. I learned personally the downside the
living would never know. The chip inside your brain would make you
“forget your memories” so that you could re-experience them. But
inventors never thought to program it to forget the actual memory of
you reliving your memories. The act of my life flashing before my
eyes became a memory of its own separate from the life it made me
forget. In the end after one re-experiencing of my life I would just
keep reliving my life knowing exactly what would happen each time.
And when I knew
I living a simulation I felt a bleakness unlike any other. I had no
control. If it worked as intended I would experience this movie like
I made the choices I would have made. Eventually I started to
mentally separate from the person I watched. That person in the
memories and myself were no longer the same. I watched the movie of
my old life enough, thought of it enough, felt enough regrets,
re-evaluated my life, changed my philosophies and opinions...that we
were no longer the same.
I wished that I could live my own separate life. However the fact
that I even existed as an entity violated nature. The chip simply
made me by having the mind speed up its mental processing during the
final moments before death. Perhaps in another few hundred
reincarnations I would run out of extended time. In the end I could
only think of myself as a ghost.
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