Fracture

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My name is female subject Y. My real name is Sunset, though it docent matter anyway. I was selected at birth for the subject program of operation Fracture, the first successful subject. I'd never expected my life to turn out this way but hey, who would? all I know now is that if I want to hang on to what conscience I've got left I've got to fight for it, trapped within the encryption network

Submitted: March 04, 2014

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Fracture

It was as though somebody had put a filter on the light and the world became crystallised in a pure moment, the shadows tinted like the reflections from a cathedral window. I watched him press a button on the silver plated panel, and smile at me as the glass screen began to slide upwards. I barely had time to return it, before the screen cut off my line of vision to the outside world.

“Welcome to the encryption programme” hummed a soft female voice, artificial light flooding the capsule as I listened to the whirring clicking sound of the computer hard drive coming to life. Flexing my fingers, as I could move not much else,I made a few touches to the holographic control panel activating passage statistics. As computer codes flashed in front of my eyes in the glass embedded monitorI looked past it to doctor warden, who had his hand rested on the lever that would plunge me into the encryption network, as it was now called. I would probably never come back.

Trying my best to push back my nerves I reminded myself I was one of the only people who could preform the fracture. Doctor Warden smiled encouragingly, mouthing the words “You’ll be ok, I believe in you” I nodded, and settled back, composing my thoughts. The fracture would extract my conscience and plunge me into the computer system that had long ago overridden much of the world, the internet. 

I wondered that if maybe I’d known this day was coming I would have lived my life differently, though I’d only had 17 years of it to live. I was born on a military base in what used to be North London, my parents taken away from me before I’d even known their faces. I grew up in the subject program, a little cruel I suppose but the government had no choice but to follow operation fracture, their last hope. We all had no choice. Doctor Warden mouthed “Good luck” and pulled the lever.

“Ten seconds till Fracture. 10…9…8…” began the soft female voiced fracture pod, its silvery tones echoing around me. I was reminded of a song by a band that existed several centuries ago. ‘turn off your mind, relax and float down steam, it is not dying…’ “4…3…2…1…Fracture”

A high pitched whiny noise filled my ears, the air packed into my lungs, I became intently aware of my life and my body and organs working inside me for a brief moment. I tried to scream but couldn’t hear anything, lights popping in front of my eyes. No pain, no sense, but for a sharp metallic taste and a flickering light, everything else was lost. A century past, I wished that the end would come soon…

Suddenly, there was only silence. I was able to see again, i was alive…but I wasn’t. The fracture worked, I was only a complex input virus, a computer program. It was weird, like dreaming almost, I couldn’t feel, smell or taste, but I could see. I could think. I was unique on this earth, or rather not on it, I was a part of the internet. simply part of a dream for which I wouldn’t ever awaken. I was amazed I still had my memories, my independent thought, it was such a relief, one that I couldn’t possibly describe to you. Doctor Warden had done his job well, he’d saved me. 

I remember when we were first introduced, he showed me his work and explained the program to me and my mission for which I’d been selected. He asked me my name, and when I told him he laughed and said “thats not a name though, is it? Thats just a letter, it isn’t you. That bright, indescribable spark thats you” I must have looked confused, because then he said “Your hair is very beautiful, pink and gold and orange, I’ve never seen anything like it. I think we’ll call you Sunset.” from then on that was real name. He gave me a part of myself back again, the most he could do.

I caught myself remembering things I shouldn’t, and focused again on my mission. All I could see in front of me was a dark inky black void that shifted and moved like shadows in a haunted basement. I was drifting in the network. Looking down it was much the same, but I was shocked to see I still had a body. I realised it was probably a subconscious coping mechanism that I’d visualised to bring a touch of reality to cyberspace, my new home sweet home. It was my job to find and destroy the artificial intelligence systems, or AIS, that had taken control of the www, virus Y. I paused, and changed my mind. Virus Sunset. Not that it mattered anyway.

If Fracture could successfully be repeated on mass scale there would soon be loads of intellect virus programs like myself, but for now, there was only me. I’d have to look out for myself from now on. I sensed something, a shift in computer data, I was drifting towards an AIS. A sword materialised in my hands. I gazed at in surprise. another mental coping system I guess, just like a video game. For the first time in a long while, I felt ready for the future.


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