But on that day I was 100% saavy! (well, at least I think so!). Point being that I was lost as usual, though I thought I possesed complete agency. So, there I was at the "cybercafe"...first time "entering" the "user" realm. After gaining access into the stock room, the "barista" started removing wooden so to reveal a dark path with lights and tidbit clicks and lights coming through. "g'head man, let's go. Already told the Tek". I walked down into the shop for a so called "upgrade".
With Coffee IV's hooked into arms, customers also had brain zappers: battery hooked electrodes that transmitted transcranial currents directly to the brain. Wire and tube conduit lines all over the place. The JAVA JOLT Collective, a counterculture subculture of Bio'lectricks underground, had much to do with the unconscious submittal of free will and one's humanity as it did with the Con-global amalgamated publicity that was pushing for a trans-humanist and post-humanist utopia: "be more than human--become god-like." Gain more freedom by expanding your human capacities. It's always the quest for more.
Anyway, these two cats. They were running "low-batt" on synthetic telepathy interface, so their world was becoming "normalized" and mild panic would often set in from not being accustomed to existing without their d-vices. They twitched and whispered to one another, perhaps about me, perhaps about the blurs, perhaps about Con-global.
"Juice me up man, 54gigz" said one.
"muh..muh...Me too," said the other.
The Technomancer handed them chargers and they went in to the zap-stations. The automated robot came by asking the two if they wanted anything to eat--they each ordered a bowl of mush injected with all the essential vitamins and minerals necessary to sustain their meat-systems.
The JAVA JOLT was the place that these two meatheads would engage Project Genesis, an experimental updgrade that supposedly lead to machinery consciousness, and also a rumored myth throughout the GRID (i.e., the space formerly known as Internet^3). When the robot came by, they quietly seized it by shutting it down via an EMP disturbance; they proceeded to hook wires and nodes along the bots' exo-cortex.
This gave them away, at least to old systems like myself. When I walked in with my obsolete e-Goggles (and nearly obsolete state of existence), I noticed a glitch in digital space--the augmented space in front to these two individuals appeared like static, with tracking lines distorting the zap-station like an old VHS tape unspooling and slowing to a mesh inside an old VCR.
I walked in on a desire to get the brain-download bio-upgrade: a tiny computer that hooked into the brain's dendrites and axons which tracked synaptic activity and allowed for "total deliverance from meatspace;" at least that was what I understood from crypto-collectives threads in darknet forums. The d-vice, located behind the ear, seemed like a very complex operation, but with modern technology, the operation was made easy-- all you have to do is press a button.
The Technomancer looked at me suspiciously, understandable since I wasn't a regular. And, as I was inquiring about the upgrade, two young punks dressed in monochrome black ran past me. The tek-no_man followed in hot pursuit: "oy! you two!"
So now I'm here...
in this unfamiliar space. Everyone is hooked into the zappers and is oblivious to what is occurring. I hear an automated bot going haywire. If it had any, it looked as though it was losing its "mind," but little did I know, and was later to find out, that, in fact, it was gaining a "mind."
(p_art 2 shall be uploaded in (an-other-ti-me) and space_[frame])
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Also, an overdue, perhaps "illogical," R.I.P. Leonard Nimoy, aka, Mr. SPOCK
Interesting!
Clip Source:
Star Trek TOS episode 2x24, "The Ultimate Computer"
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