494 The Flood, Ch. 9


Chapter Nine

"Where were you?" asked Sunny.

"The dog park," I replied, putting down their leashes.

"You know Dozer doesn't like going there."

"Yeah," I said, "I know."

In the park, Princess loved remembering my early days with the VR hotel and getting General Digital rolling. She ran around the park, grabbing up every memory she could with her nose and reporting back to me.

Dozer went in bristleing and it only got worse from there.

He saw my attempts to connect with the girl we had forked. The one who connected to the internet. He saw more failed hacks, resets like this one I had to go back and fix, he saw years of solitary confinement, no company but AIs. Personal questioning. Suicide attempts. 

 Nothing worked. The flood never came.

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The flood was also my idea. If this simulation was to be real, there needed to be something hanging over our heads. Something like death, but not death. Because here we live forever.

A flood made sense because it's the same sort of thing humans are looking at in reality, as our pollution changes the climate on the planet. In reality we all had this hanging over our heads all the time. It's a choice we constantly made, or didn't make, contributing to what was going to happen.

In this world, my world, I wanted to have the same feeling of being human. That feeling of peril which makes life so precious. 

But I didn't want to pick up dog poop, that's why dogs have no assholes in this simulation.








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