Anyway, here's today's story, I hope you enjoy it.
The Man on
the Screen
George
Washington, Sun Tzu, Rosa Parks, Einstein, Cleopatra, Hitler and
Santa Claus. She replicated them all. Whatever assignment she got she
made. If someone asked for a lost loved one to be brought to them she
swept her fingers across the keyboard and coded them back to life. Or
rather a replica of them, to be pulled out of the computer and put on
a holographic display. She never used the money paid to her for her
programs. She just coded during the day, read a book during the
evening and played video games till her unchanging ten o' clock
bedtime. The money from her work either piled into the bank or
diluted itself through hundreds of charities. She never hired butlers
or maids and made her simple lunches herself. Every Saturday she left
the house for groceries and every Sunday she met her friends for a
simple shopping trip where she only bought games or toys that she put
in her closet or scattered on the floor.
One night she
coded a replica of a brown puppy that a young girl saw pass away at
the heel of a car. The programmer pushed enter to compile the code
and the dog barked at her. With a few clicks she sent the file for
the dog to the young girl's family. For once in a long time she had
no assignments and wasn't in the mood to play her video games or read
a book. She already showered earlier that day. The only choice she
had was to let her mind wander, a strange sensation for her, as she
normally had her brain hardwired to some task on hand. At first she
had nothing to wonder about, but then a tiny, little thought dashed
through her head.
“What would I
make for myself?” the thought whispered to her. She came up with
the idea to give herself an assignment. But she couldn't think of
anything. So she just started coding, but not a replicate, something
new. She then got feeling in her body, a sort of yearning she hadn't
felt before. She started to make a man. The man she coded in her
computer had a deep, strong voice. He had black hair, and mellow
brown eyes. She sculpted his body like a Greek statue. She gave him a
kind personality that gave like a priest and protected like a
soldier. She put her hand on the screen. She pushed her hand onto the
screen, trying to see if she pull the man out. She thought of
projecting the man onto a hologram, but she thought it would stupid
because then her hand would just pass through the man. She yearned
for the man, she wanted him more than food itself. She hit her
keyboard aside, wishing she never put him on the screen to begin
with.
Then, as she
read the clock, 9:23, she realized the night was coming to an end.
So she thought of the next day, then the man. Then she thought of the
grocery store, then the bar on the other side of the street from it.
It crossed her mind that maybe after shopping for groceries she
should go to the bar and start searching man outside the screen.
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