Reflections

“You have died,” began the letter from the company. “From the moment of your conversion into a digital self, all your collateral belongs to [the company] responsible for hosting your [self] in perpetuity… blah, blah.”

“Oh, well, that's the price of immortality.”

The repressive government of 1000ei, the AI designed by Them to fragment our country, is testing a new gas to control the protesters. The karma agent induces a debilitating state of delusion. Buying it is pricier than giving what people claim. Think about it. 

We moved too often to make fiends. We changed names, and lived in seIcouth places; yes, as you heard it. It happens that I was schooled reading old books while on the road. 

I had no clue why we were different, but then I learned that my folks were radicals. I wasn't.

Is that Lenin's head in the sky? The boys at the cultural restoration went too far to test the new holographic projector. On second thought, the visual elegy could have some educative value if only people look up more often. I'll wait to hear the complaints.