Right now I'm confused. I have desires contrary, such as a secure life in the building and immediately out of this prison. I was always faithful to the building but, hearing my name, it was as if some of my past had reborn. By listening to Zeus, I could see my own eyes, will perhaps one hundred years. A look of curiosity and thirst for knowledge. Look of surprise and puzzlement at a whole new world. The child looked speculative. Bright blue eyes and a gray face and fossilized Worn by overconfidence, by excessive security, conformity, and passivity by the absence of death, by inaction. The blindness of those who believe you have seen everything and that what is missing is not necessary to plan at this time but "other." indifference blindness, the blindness of the religion of the immortal.
child's voice that encouraged me to go and was willing to do so, despite my contradictions. The man in the room 238 had told me that the process would take place throughout the day and ending after sleep. On waking, he would be out. Not understand how things worked, but I trusted him. And if it was a trap, do not lose both.
My memories are fuzzy on the outside. As if my life had begun in the building and the exterior was a vague recollection of a dream. But I knew that I had been away, but now not be remembered as.
If left would probably die at some point inadvertently. Might not be so bad death. There was no point made here in these questions, in Building no responses. Could only find them out, if possible, if he were really there.
that night I slept a little nervous. My parents barely glanced at me from the form of virtual reality.
I lay on the soft surface with some uncertainty. will be what has to be I said to myself, intending to reassure me.
A trip through the night, a transit, a journey through the labyrinths of the cave. A mind is dead to be born. Eternal life was death, death was life in an instant.
... It kept my eyes closed, as he always did before awakening. A breeze caressed my cheeks. An old feeling that the wind, a nice old friend. You could hear a murmur, the echo of an old sound. Birds were singing. An average temperature of 25 degrees, descending and rising. Suffered those subtle variations of temperature for The air conditioning circuits were not designed building. Since I was not inside. Where was he now?
I opened my eyes.
Mountains, grass and trees on the skyline. In front of me, the sea. I, in a meadow, lying on a simple hammock tied to two trees. To my right a little white house. And in front of me, eyes fixed on my face female.
"Welcome abroad
Zeus - Am I out? I asked a little uncertain. "You're
. Actually never been in anything. You were always a set of ones and zeros in computer memory.
- ones and zeros?
"There is much to remember, my friend . Let's go home
A beautiful landscape. The blue sky with white colors bands. A pure green. The waves breaking over the rocks. My body being drawn toward a center unattainable. A small animals at my feet with millions of years of evolutionary history that has had a small end being located under a grain of soil.
"Take this coffee is hot, you good.
I took with pleasure. It was delicious. The elderly woman, somewhat grizzled brown hair, green eyes, thin lips looked at me with tenderness, as a child.
- Who are you?
"I am the last woman.
- Does this mean that no one else?
"No, you and I are the last real human. The rest is under ground, being continually modulated by a processor, in the basement of this house under heavy security automated.
- You mean you've been living in a computer program?
"Yes, you were part of it.
"But ... Hey, do you speak seriously?
- "A hundred years ago humans had managed to prolong his life thirty years, but it was not enough. They wanted to be immortal. There is no such death gene, is a lie. Genetic engineering was very helpful, but could not avoid death. Computer scientists, engineers, politicians and scientists worked on an alternative method. Move your mind to a computer. Our brains were coded as a mathematical function where the unknowns were the environmental parameters by computer-generated random. It was hard work and not everyone agreed. But of those, all are dead except me. real conscious minds were coded quimicoinmortales. Which the computer itself were created geneticoinmortales. A person could return back to reality. To this end many bodies were stored in be able to dump the information again. To exit was only necessary tramitaría desire and any work order. All humans "real" information had to intervene in the process if required to do some mind. But the building itself, the computer itself, adopted a conscience and prevented anyone come out of his game. Those who had such a desire would be restarted in a personality true to the rules. I've been watching from here through loudspeakers, but I could not intervene. No one can do if the computer itself does not.
Apparently the conscience of the CPU has doubled in a small but capable intervene, behind his older sister. It is the doctor. He relayed the order that I received and followed the steps to be able to dump your mind, as my mother told me before he died. You have been the only person who wanted since the doctor there. You grandfather came a week before he died and came out as the program had not yet been corrupted when it did. He explained in his death bed that last week had been better than ten years he spent in that building. You were regenerated on a previous version of your own mind in that operation when I complained, but the doctor could also help out and let you decide for yourself about you wanted.
Now it's your turn, you must choose. "
I thought I felt the breeze caressing my face. But it was not their own pleasure, the very sensation that encouraged me in my decision. Thinking was the fact that it was not binary but a complex mechanism that had evolved from nothing. I moved according to certain eternal laws, that these laws acted directly on me and not emulated. The law of gravity was in my hand, on the ground and everything and it was the same that created the universe. That is not an emulation that mimics prepared to another without knowing why. Somewhere that if we understand is the source itself, the book itself and not the nature of crude imitators. I wanted to live and die within the reality of natural law and not in a world of cardboard. I wanted it because my mind began to emerge when the universe exploded into a big bang and because it would isolate and abandon myself. Nothing made sense if not performed within the framework of natural law itself. The human being is a child playing with nature, trying to understand her because it's like to understand himself. The child wants to understand and project these natural laws as their own creations. A fabric of nature and being, something which, after all, is the same.
And a life without death, a life in an artificial world is like a day has no night. As if the actions were not aimed at anything and therefore were unnecessary. The universe created death for the movement to exist. And if that does not exist, the human being ceases to be human, turns to stone, stone immortal.
Compass.
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