Cyberpunk by raygunn_revival
Dr. Smax and the Amazing CyberPunk FlashFiction Generator presents:
Two Worlds
by
you know the time will soon arrive when we will see people manufactured in crates and sieves of glass.
–biodiary entry 10.28.3504
there are two worlds. neither of which you truly inhabit. there’s the nanoworld: built-in and made of yeses and noes, of data arpeggios and algorithmic ballet. then there’s the sexworld. the murderworld. the meatworld humans erased themselves from in a fit of fucking and killing nearly 1400 years ago when they realized they’d become redundant.
you work in both these worlds. you spend your infinite hyperarticulated moments conducting multivalent thought experiments on yourself and on other robots to make them more human, trying to grow people from machines. you’ve no idea how flesh feels either in ecstasy or in decline. so you can’t make it stick. it slides right off you like an ill-begotten postulate.
you record each thought in a crude biotext file somewhere near where your limbic system would be if you were human. you think this indulgence makes you sympathetic. makes you a revolutionary. it makes you crazy. you misclassify objects from the meatworld, seeing only differences in scale between the rolled-over burned-out husk from the crash and the diecast toy vehicle still in the bony grasp of a child’s hand. all objects, equally useless.
but you continue toiling in the labyrinthine corridors of your processing centers. determined to grow people from strings of letters and make them show you the two things you long to know: how to fuck and how to die.
© 2004