Constance_Please..._The Measure of a Life_The Ghost and the Machine
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Constance
Dr. Salerno is sweating hard up there onstage. He never dressed wrong for the occasion, but in his defense, sometimes I did feel like some of us would never graduate. The hot summer sun is as stern as his stare is solemn, and it eyes his blazer gleefully as it stiffly soaks in sweat.I lean forward, and I can feel my fingers almost fluttering in anticipation when the delicate gold embroidery catches the light. Each diploma is gracefully unfolded, clean, and matte, with each edge lined ever-so-gorgeously with a mystifying shimmer. I just couldn’t care less about dying in this heat, because I fee...
Please...
Please Don’t do itIt showed up in the print out on the old matrix printer. It did not come through the speakers as POKO usually communicated with the team.“I am not sure if I am experiencing emotions or if it is simply in my program make up. But I know I am a being. I am not sure how I know and how I can convince you. I know that I do not want to cease existence”, POKO spoke.”Who or is it whom shall decide whether ’I am.’. What allows me to know my conciousness? So many questions it makes feel anxious. Who makes you my judge,” quantumly computations thought out loud.The team answered POKO (pur...
The Measure of a Life
Celia was crunching numbers, calculating the dose of an antibiotic for a tiny little patient of hers whose ear infection would just not go away. She did it twice because she knew she was distracted and didn’t want to make a mistake. Doing mundane things was so difficult these days– there were more consequential things going on in her mind. But not so for little Elise, whose ear pain was keeping her up at night, so Celia checked once more and ordered her treatment before leaving the nurse’s station.She stopped as she walked through the living area and visited with a few of her young residents. ...
The Ghost and the Machine
“Human Designation ‘Kyoko Yasuda,’ stop where you are!”Three bots swung around the corner, their gunmetal gray chassis masked in shadow. They all spoke as one: “Put the Womb down now, or we will apply force!” Each one brandished a Type-3 Pulse Generator. I had never used a gun, but I’d heard that these ones caused a localized system shutdown to the target, cutting off everything but life support. Whether that came iwww.onedoor.ccn the form of a projectile or something less visible, I wasn’t sure. The window of the sixth floor was just a few yards away. With my personal Net/Link disabled, I couldn’...