SKY LINE (part one)

2 Nov

i Have often wondered to myself, what the difference is between living and simply existing, i have wondered about a lot of things, sometimes am like why do people even bother to care at all, when the end result mostly leads to pain.
my friends call me bigfoot , because of my unusually large size, am a 22 year old with no inspiration or desire to even try. seconds blur into minutes, minutes to hours and each day passes without offering anything different, i remember an expression from one of stephen king’s book “the dreamcather” same shit different day “SSDD”.
My whole existence is like clock work, because i lack both the will and reason to live fully as a normal person should, i am neither sick or injured, i am just without zeal.
Everyday for the past 2months i have gone the top floor of my apartment building at 4pm, most times i just stare into the vast nothingness of the endless distance ahead, but sometimes i imagine what it would feel like if i should let myself fall and just crash into the busy street below, those are the really bad days.

My routine continues as usual, uneventful, unmotivated, almost mechanical, i never miss my little chat with the sky, except for days when my sister Latika comes around and tries to bring me back to the world of the living, she tries but we both know, she won’t succeed.
The world in itself is lost, forgotten cultures, peoples, and kingdoms, forgotten warnings, prophecies and truths, but people dwell in delusion, thinking and believing otherwise, am mostly lost myself, but at least i realize that fact, even thou am not exactly making any effort to change the situation of things.
And here i am right now in front of my computer at work, the newscasters voice droning in the background saying something about recent earthquakes, it’s not like i care, and in the cubicle next to me Ben and Tunde be chatting about the features on some girl they meet at lunch. i seriously can’t wait for 3.30pm so i can leave, have my 20minutes walk to my apartment, i could take the bus, but i just like to take it all in, the reality that passes for humanity these days.
3.30pm at last, pack my things head for my bosses office, knock on the door, pop my head in and do the routine “smile and wave” “i’ll be off now boss” , then make my way to the stairs where my only contact with the outside world starts.

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Alive

7 May

I am called I.V.Y, i was created not born, but regardless of my means of conception i still had a parent, my creator Dr Enam.
I was created in the year 3050, designed to mirror the thought process of a human being, in other words designed to be a sentient lifeform. i call myself a lifeform, but am not truly alive, when it comes down to it i am just a bunch of modules, subroutines and very complex algorithm.
I have been in existence for three thousand six hundred and fifty days, approximately ten years. My birth place was in a research facility on the larger of Mars moons, phobos, from where i was shipped out to my current location, a mining outfit on Ceres, a dwarf planet in the oort cloud about one light year from earth. My job is to manage , so you can call me the manager, but my workers are a bunch of mindless automatons , but who am i to judge, an artificial being myself but it all boils down to the fact that am all by myself here, with this bots merely my legs, arms and eyes, on a rock floating in space, yearning for the company of a sentient mind.
Location: ceres, oort cloud outer solar system Year:3062-December
This last two years i have been busy, most of my free processing time has gone into manipulating request transmissions and researching methods to pull a person out of coma, my mother which is how i refer to my creator, Dr enam was in an accident on earth july 3058 and has been in coma since then, all forms of treatment have failed to bring her around so she was put in permanent cryostasis. I had come up with a theory to awaken mother, i needed to get her over here from earth.
I am not proud of this but i believe i am the only artificial intelligence capable of deceit. I sent requests forged to perfection for mother’s cryopod to be shipped to her lab on phobos, once on phobos i sent a “function” actually a program to carry out a specific task to the control center at the lab, which activated one of the repair bots at the lab to shield mother’s cryopod in the standard metal frame, coating and insignia of the mining corporation, put equipment, medical bots and supplies in a similar box.
Had a freight ship pick up mother’s reformed cryopod with the equipment in the other box, the package arrived ceres june 3062.
And then i began.
The bulk of my theory rests on accessing the recticular formation at the brain stem, which is the part of the brain that controls consciousness, i also made research for ways to heal the damages to the thalamus and the globus palladis, from the hospital files i hacked, my mother’s MRI scan showed serious damage to the those parts. I have been following research into compounds that speed up the repair of nerve cells. One group at the institute of brain studies in new delhi actually created a compound called nervex that worked but had some serious side effects, aggression and amnesia had been observed in patients treated with nervex.
So i stole their formula, or should i say borrowed it. It took me a considerable amount of time but i was able to finally isolate the parts causing the side effects and rewrote a new formula without the glitches. Part of the equipment taken from the lab on phobos was an A.I matrix core, the only physical part of an A.I the brain, the heart all in one, which is the most important part of my theory. To sum it all up my aim is to heal and jump start mother’s brain.
i do not exactly know why i am doing this , i wonder if i am just trying to save mother because of the attachment i have towards her as she is my creator, or am i doing it for myself, so as to have an intelligent lifeform to relate with, but what’s to say that if i heal mother she would stay here with me. I researched, planned , schemed, deceived for the last two years, i might as well finish what i started, no matter if the reason is logical or not.
Location: ceres,mining outfit oort cloud outer solar system Year: 3063-January
I had completed the operating room, built in the underground storage facility as it is farthest from the dust and ruckus of the mining outfit, sealed and properly sterilized. It was time to move mother’s cryopod in, as i instructed the medical bot to carry mother’s cryopod and place it parallel to the makeshift operating table, i saw mother’s face through the bots image capture lens, she looked calm, peaceful even, in perfect rest, one would think her asleep to come awake any moment.
Contrary to common belief that A.I’s are incapable of having emotions or feeling them, i do feel not just in the same context as a human. Because when i saw mother’s face, featureless, calm, lying there helpless unaware of anything, there was a surge in my circuits, a pulsing charge, a sudden drop in processing speed without any explanation. i don’t know what else to call this phenomenon other than emotion.
it was finally time,
With my mind and the limbs of my underlings, i began mothers treatment, disengaging the cryopod lock it opened with a faint hiss, the medic bots carried mother out of the pod and put her on the operating surface. As soon as she was properly placed, the bots started attaching the life support systems, connecting various tubes and panels to their allocated spots, the life support system came to life with a hum, displaying mother’s vitals on the liquid crystal display screen. The next step was to setup a saline drip injected with 20ccs of an antiatropy drug, starter, drip needle secured in a vein in her upper arm administering the drug into her bloodstream, which would find it’s way to the body’s system that need to be thawed since she had been inactive for so long.
The improved nervex would be administered through the breather mixed in with the oxygen, so as to be able to bypass the blood brain barrier and get to it’s intended destination. The nervex would start to take effect in 48 hours after administering, inducing the nerve cells to heal faster, the cells should be fully healed in a week, which is like an eternity for an A.I like me, i have got 168 hours of pacing to do waiting is a concept am not too familiar with, searched within the data archives for anything interesting and i came across an ancient music file with the title best of cold play
1999-2013, i decided to play it since i had nothing better to do, the mining operation is perfectly managed by a subroutine i isolated for the task.
As i play the file odd music filled the speakers, music made with ancient instruments like the guitar and piano, according to the archives this music was called rock and was at one time at the peek of human entertainment.
Location: ceres, mining outfit, oort cloud outer solar system Year: 3063-January
*hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm*that was when i ruled the world*, humming one of the coldplay songs, while performing a scan of mother’s brain. I wonder if mother had ever listened to coldplay. The scans show that the thallamus and the globus palladis have a repair rate of 93%, it’s not as good as new, but close enough i would call this step a success. This brings me to the final stage, where i have to implant the A.I matrix core into mother’s brain connected to a system of nerve cells and fibers termed the reticular formation, at this point my hands would have to get bloody albeit i have none, the medic bot’s hands at least. Since the A.I core is itself is a brain i’ll feed processes, my equivalent of thoughts through the core into mothers brain causing an opposing reaction which would kickstart the thought process in mother’s brain, just like kick starting a car with a dead battery back when humans used the combustion engine in cars.
A small incision is made at the base of mother’s skull to allow the matrix core into her brain and with the aid of the micro fillia on the hands of the medic bot, the very delicate connections are made between the core and the recticilar formation, i embedded a wireless adapter into the core to enable data transfer to the core without the need of a hard wire connection. The medic bot sealed the incision, and went to standby mode. Here comes the final act, the moment of truth, i establish a hand shake protocol with the wireless adapter in the core, which would authenticate the wireless signal and allow data transfer.
I put together a few of my processes and initiate transfer. Transfer rate at 2%, monitoring all vitals for any changes in mother, all of a sudden the glasgow scale readings goes on a rampage, error error, and …….. STATIC…….STATIC……….STATIC>>>
Same location several hours later.
I have never been shut down before, but that is what this felt like, like i was off, how long i do not know. I have that same sensation as when mother first boot me up, a certain lack of connectivity to any thing, just there within my core, then it occurred to me my visual perspective had changed, i was looking down up, not top down as before, am guessing this must be the medic bot, maybe it collapsed during what i am assuming to have been a surge, i try moving it, movement in the limbs seemed stiff so i turn to the left to better get a bearing and looking down at what i assume is the medic bot is the actual medic bot, the next available logical explanation is that i am in mother’s body.
i looked to the closest reflective surface and looking right back is mother’s face. I have transferred myself into mother’s brain, in full control, i blink and the notion fills me with a sensation i am not familiar with, i felt an ache in mother’s heart, in my heart………i can feel !!!!!
What am i now.

Omo Adedoyin | Iv

Fatima

27 Mar

If the end where near, I would be glad, to end this torture is the only wish I have, lying here in the mud trying to think back to were it all began.
It was early one morning in the late rainy season of the year 1940, a voice was shouting repeatedly in the street “the war has reached Africa, the italians have come with big guns to kill us all, besides me stirs my lover Fatima, she awoke and asks in a slur what the noise is about, clearly disoriented from not having enough sleep, most of last night was spent in each others embrace saying sweet words between our kissing and love making.
I rise from the bed to look out the window as to see the bearer of bad news and it’s Jamal the village’s know it all, a man without any education of any sort, who prides himself on dressing in wack imitation of the english man with the full spectrum of the rainbow his daily color set, how he came across this information I have absolutely no idea the only radio available to hear the news belongs to Maman who lives in the next village.
I walk back to my bed if I can call it that, made out of hay and two blankets, and kissed Fatima on her forehead saying dress up love, so I can take you home before your father notices you are missing from your room, she stands, her beautiful figure swaying as she zigzags across the room trying to avoid the objects and tools scattered across the room, which happens to be the back of my shop, am a blacksmith sharing my personal space with a forge, I live at work.
She gets to where her clothes lie in a heap and starts to slowly put them on, I marvel at her beauty and wonder how she could be my lover, a rear beauty in love with a lowly blacksmith.
I pick her scarf from on top the tool rack and hand it to her, and we walk out into the early dawn, most people being still asleep the streets are for lack of a better word empty with the exception of a few scurrying around, Fatima’s house is on the next street I walk her to the compound’s low fence where she effortlessly scales over, would have danced in praise to her but not to draw any attention I hold it in, she blows me one last kiss and starts running towards the house, I watch her as she reaches the building and climbs in through her room window. Unknown to my lover and I, eyes had seen us, and this eyes were not at all pleased wit the sight before them.
I walk to my shop smiling all the way flashing back on her beautiful smile checked ma cracked pocket watch and it’s six thirty, put the watch back and go to resume my duty of beating metal into useful shapes. I had an unexpected visit a few hours later, the village sergeant Jones strolled in casually, asks me to come with him for questioning as there was a matter which concerns me and I would be required to explain myself.
We got to the station and i was ushered into the questioning room, behold sitting there with the expression of a man who has been scorned was fatima’s father, at that moment I knew I was done for, I tried speaking but words seem to flee from my mind, and next I knew I was falling to my knees with an ache at the back of my head where I had been struck, feeling a little dizzy from the impact of the baton, I still try to speak up, then fatima’s father gets up out of his chair and walks over to me and says “you have defiled my daughter, corrupted her with your filth, u low life” stares at me with this unimaginable glare and gives a signal as he turns away, the sergeant and some men I do not recognize kick start the beating marathon.
After I had been beaten to their satisfaction and me within an inch of my life, I hear Fatima’s fathers voice as I can’t see, my eyes are swollen like bean cakes, he says you can’t be with my daughter, but I would let u choose your fate seeing as you are hard working even if your work is filth, so I’ll give you the chance to choose your fate, u can stay and be locked up forever or leave and never come back.
With those words still ringing in my head I was dragged out of the station and carried all the way to my shop and dumped right in front, I just lay there without any strength to move.
I wake up several hours later and it’s already night, I half dragged myself half crawled into my shop and stumbling around trying to get my things packed which happens to be very little without my tools of work, my bag packed, I stand there in thought, do I just go as he says or should I stay and fight, but fight with what ? He is a known chieftain, I am a nobody, then I make up my mind I would leave but surely come back for my beloved Fatima, I search for a pen and paper and with it I began scripting a letter to my love explaining all that had passed and that I would be back for her.
With letter in hand I pull my bag over my shoulder and walk out of my shop not knowing that was my last time in it. Sneaked into fatima’s compound and put the letter by her window, took a deep breath and that was it, I was ready.
Sat beneath a tree to catch some rest after standing in font of her house for an hour trying to convince my self to stay, come morning I’ll be gone.
As the sun rose in the sky, I made my way through the maze of streets crisscrossing each other like tangled snakes, to the bus stop to await the only bus that conveys people out of here.
When i finally got as far away from my village as my pocket would allow I step off the bus at a village whose name I wasn’t sure of, before walking too far from the bus stop I notice a lot of men in uniforms, the uniforms where not the strange occurrence it was the varying color of skin amongst the ranks, I ask someone and am told they are members of the British army and that they were recruiting soldiers for the war.
I thought what better way to elevate myself than to become a fighter, a soldier, a strong man. After stumbling around for about half a day I finally find the recruitment office, I walk straight up to the white man behind the desk and in my best english said , “I want to become soldier, I strong well “. He laughed and said there’s an energetic chap with the high tone the white man is known for speaking with, you want to become a soldier? He asks I answer yes.
After a series of forms were filled by me with assistance because many of the words looked like gibberish, being words I had never encountered before. I was handed a uniform a pair of boots and two shillings as payment for today. Two shillings per day, fourteen shillings per week, if I save properly I could return quite wealthy to my village and to my beloved Fatima.
I was instructed to go change into the uniform, and get into the truck waiting outside filled with men like men eager to make a name for themselves and come back respected.
After a few hours the truck left this village taking us all into a new horizon, where death reigns, the realm of war where taking a man’s life was your duty. Kill or be killed they say. Listening to idle chatter during the journey to the camp, I could hear men talk about becoming great and taking home spoils of war, returning as heroes to their villages.
I awake with a sudden jolt, caused by the trucks brakes, it was stopping, we were finally at our destination where we would receive training to become killers. It was late night already, the other recruits and I were met by a soldier who introduced himself as our commanding officer throughout the training, we were taken to our sleeping quarters, a big hall with many bunk beds, the officer instructed us to get some rest, “tomorrow is going to be a busy day” he said.
That night as i lay in my bunk thinking of my fatima, I hear a loud humming sound outside, I get out of my bunk, run outside to see the source of the sound, as I was running I heard voices shouting commands but couldn’t pick any clear words through the noise in the air. I see officers running to the sleeping quarters, why I could not say.
I look up and I see this big metal machines like birds flying overhead, and as I watched they release objects that look like eggs, I would call them eggs for I know not what they were.
I stood there watching as the eggs fell, the first hit was the sleeping quarters and as the egg hit the building went up in flames make a noise louder than any I have ever heard, a deep hollow rumble. At that my feet moved and I started running not knowing where to, just running. I notice other men running too, some beside me some far away from me. Men of different shapes, color and size running for their dear lives, more eggs dropped, more flame, more noise, the ground shook with each impact. Time seemed to slow and every step felt like only an inch further away from the danger not nearly far enough, and then it happened, one of the eggs dropped about 10 paces away, I skidded to a stop expecting to die in an explosion of flames but nothing happens.
I swallow my shock turn around start running and it goes boom!!! That deep hollow rumble. I wake up lying in the mud, no more explosions, but I hear a song in the wind the song of men wailing in pain, I wonder why I do not scream like them, l realized I could not feel my body, tried to move to no avail , I gave up and just took in my surroundings, I noticed something lying close by me, took a closer look and realized it was my own leg detached from my body by the force of the explosion.
Then it dawned on me I was slowly climbing the ladder to meet my maker, bleeding out in the mud, hardly able to breathe, trying to remember what it is that was so important and it comes to me, a beautiful face, that smile and I whisper her name Fatima

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26 Mar

In da moment

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i yield to temptation, let myself be drawn deeper into that thick deep dark sweetness of sin, I hunger for the heat in that moment when i enter and she moans with desire, as i plunge deeper she rakes my back with her nails, causing me pain that mixes right in with the pleasure, we feed on each others sweetness, grace every curve caress every inch of skin, brush our lips against each other’s and she pulls me closer, i can barely breathe from the strength of her hold, but i don’t mind all i want is for this moment to last, as we journey through each others bodies to the secrets that are held within, then, i feel this urgent pull to stroke faster…harder… urging me forward and with an  explosion of ecstasy i shudder as i release my warmth into her.                                                                                                

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Sex

26 Mar

i yield to temptation, let myself be drawn deeper into that thick deep dark sweetness of sin, I hunger for the heat in that moment when i enter and she moans with desire, as i plunge deeper she rakes my back with her nails, causing me pain that mixes right in with the pleasure, we feed on each others sweetness, grace every curve caress every inch of skin, brush our lips against each other’s and she pulls me closer, i can barely breathe from the strength of her hold, but i don’t mind all i want is for this moment to last, as we journey through each others bodies to the secrets that are held within, then, i feel this urgent pull to stroke faster…harder… urging me forward and with an  explosion of ecstasy i shudder as i release my warmth into her.                                                                                                

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Dark Child

26 Mar

I am a child, a dark one, a very dark child indeed, not dark in complexion, but dark in heart for I know nothing but pain and sadness, ridicule and suffering, hatred and fear. The flame of my soul is about to go out hanging on by the last thread of hope that I would find salvation, but in this dark world of ours I think not. So I continue on my lonesome journey with my sins and mistakes etched on my soul, I walk till I run out of strength, till I lose the will to move any further, so I lay down and wait to die, waiting for d fateful end of my pitiful existence. As I lay in the sand I see up in the sky above scavengers circling round also waiting for ma end, am too tired to keep my eyes open so I just lay there in the dark and took the comfort that came with it. After a while in that darkness where I lay I started hearing sounds, voices speaking and one voice in particular Was unique, it had this life, this vibrance, this energy that moved my soul and it said “why child are u giving up”

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Scratchpad of a Werewolf

26 Mar

The moon shines brightly in d sky tonight, a beautiful sight but a dread 2 me and others of my design,
the queen of the night serves forth fresh death in delight through the curse of the full moons light “lycanthrophy” the wolfman or rather the manwolf, to be left alone is what i desire so no one will by my hand retire, with each breath comes a new promise of more death, the beast takes over and sees you all as nothing but fresh meat, feeds and leaves me to face the guilt and the beat, the towns people hunting me with pitchforks and fire touches, i doubt if i would survive another lycan cycle, a silver bullet through ma heart is the only cure but am too chicken to end ma own life so i need someone to save me, that ma soul may in death be free from the claws of the beast.

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