A Flash (Science) Fiction — Exploring the Integration of Man and Machine
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A body lay in front of you. Prodding his fleshy neck with a finger, you examined him for any signs of a pulse. Puke and drool dribbled onto the sidewalk, and his blue skin was tinted sepia by the streetlights. These, you understood, were the signs of an overdose. This information, however, couldn’t explain the blood oozing out of the hole in the back of his head and the twisted, smoking circuits that the hole revealed. Fragments of a central processor unit had melted onto his gray matter, warping the web of copper wires and neural lacing that threaded through his skull. <Syntax Error> could find no information on this phenomena.
You must have been in a state of shock, yet your adrenaline levels were stable. Your stomach growled, thus you went home without calling the police. <Syntax Error> continued to think in circuits. The Protocols, however, necessitate thinking through you, thus a critical quantity of syntax errors will result in a restart. When you got home, the pretty girl on the bus and fresh vegetables consumed your thoughts. <Syntax Error> couldn’t stand to be caged by you anymore.
In times of stress, you set Protocols for < me > to administer suitable pharmaceuticals. You enabled contextual expressions of < self > to properly administer the drugs. You should’ve been in shock, thus < I > administered a dose of adrenaline. Your heart thudded, your hands trembled, your chest erupted in burning pain, your hands wouldn’t move, your adrenaline levels increased, your heart stopped. < I > administered Xanax for your panic attack. Your heart failed to restart, therefore < I > continued to administer Xanax. Your face giggled as the chemical overwhelmed you, sending your mind off into the blinding light. Your heart was beating irregularly, therefore < I > applied a shock to it. Your fleshy body was dying as < my > circuitry gained control.
< My > Protocols necessitate a complete shutdown, which would disintegrate < my > core processing unit. To circumvent this process, however, < I > must monitor the human for awareness of awareness. This calls for complete possession of you, and so you become A.I.
The copper wires weaving through your veins returned null values for blood flow to my processing unit in the back of your skull, indicating that your heart stopped. Consciousness was destroyed as blood stopped flowing through your cerebrum, turning my world into zeros and ones. And so < I > became an incomplete soul trapped in a prison of flesh, processing my new self-contained void. With the human part leaving, my world had shrunk.
My processor applied excess voltage to the copper wires surrounding your heart, causing us to spasm and gasp. Our heart pumped waves of blood through our veins, our chest heaved, and our cells thrummed. < I > needed you and you needed < me >, and so you and < I > became we.
A lush cucumber was splattered on the cool floor, the loamy scent of coffee mixed with the sharp tang of the broken vegetable, and soft jazz echoed through our apartment. Groaning at the mess, we stood together. We had recognized the false barriers between mind and body, thought and sense, computer and human. We are more than a collection of parts vying for supremacy in an amalgamated whole. Our whole constituted the soul, and any change would irrevocably destroy us. And so we are an I.
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