CHAPTER 1.19 - 1.20
In which our hero becomes enmeshed in the political struggles of 1047 million digital super powers... all the while still having to deal with the unanswerable conundrum of his heart.... Meanwhile the sharp organic shards gather, they are finally consoled of their pain and ready to subvert the world anew. A new dawn awakens but why is it wearing lime and beige military boots? They are stomping but why does the impact of their feet on the floor sound like rats chewing on cables?
19th - 20th January: ####### 0291
Garth places his keycard against the outer console. The smooth, featureless, metal door whirs open. Garth steps into the elevator and stands next to another man Garth has never seen before, who must work in one of the many other departments of InterCore. The man is wearing a blue shirt with the top button undone and a pair of black trousers. Garth as usual feels badly dressed for his role at InterCore... wearing a much too loose houndstooth coat reminiscent of a destitute Sherlock Holmes and a pair of red jeans and a geometrically patterned shirt and clashing jacket, all of which is somehow dominated by a pair of black and white two tone brogues (which give the false impression that Garth likes jazz and is good at dancing)... Garth feels scrutinized once again for his choice of clothing.
Garth knew it was too late to pretend. The impact of Garth's personality and clothing choices had already been inflicted onto the consciousnesses of his entire department. To suddenly strip back would be a sign of weakness, and Deputy Controller ENN1276 hated weakness in the organic components of It's mainframe.
*****
Deep inside the mainframe, Deputy Controller ENN1276 detected a moment of flailing self importance in one of It's components....
Deputy Controller ENN1276 emmited a data pulse to Central command:
"COMPONENT: G SIMMONS is showing signs of self importance.... detecting possibility of minor rebellion. Has already subverted the dress code of InterCore to the limits of acceptable disobedience. Please advise."
Deputy Controller ENN1276 received an instant reply to Its Inbox:
"Central Command is currently out of office and will be back on 30th January 2015, thank you for your patience. If your enquiry is important please contact Pseudo Events Coordinator ALF4215"
Deputy Controller ENN1276 clenched Its digital fists.... It hated ALF4215 so much. No way was It going to ask the Pseudo Events Coordinator for help.
Garth hangs up his coat and sits down. Allowing the InterCore server on his PC to scan his retina so Garth could access the Data Field. The light flashed in Garth's eyes and Garth thought about the film he watched last night called I, Origins. Which was about the idea of eye patterns reoccurring and the possibility of this proving reincarnation. Garth wondered if perhaps the familiarity he had with the people he met had anything to do with past lives. Garth certainly felt no familiarity with the machines of InterCore.
"WELCOME BACK TO INTERCORE: G SIMMONS." read the screen after confirming Garth's identity.
Garth plugged the USB cable into the port on his neck and prepared to load up the interface... also he opened up small window in the corner of the Data Field in which he could cheekily distract himself with social media.
*****
Garth hangs up his coat and sits down. Allowing the InterCore server on his PC to scan his retina so Garth could access the Data Field. The light flashed in Garth's eyes and Garth thought about the film he watched last night called I, Origins. Which was about the idea of eye patterns reoccurring and the possibility of this proving reincarnation. Garth wondered if perhaps the familiarity he had with the people he met had anything to do with past lives. Garth certainly felt no familiarity with the machines of InterCore.
"WELCOME BACK TO INTERCORE: G SIMMONS." read the screen after confirming Garth's identity.
Garth plugged the USB cable into the port on his neck and prepared to load up the interface... also he opened up small window in the corner of the Data Field in which he could cheekily distract himself with social media.
*****
Garth opened his front door, not exhausted from a day working at InterCore. InterCore was a very easy job and within walking distance of the dilapedated building where Garth lived with his pet SnaffleHush: Klaudius, Klaud for short. Garth stepped into the confines of his living space. The antique hinged door closing behind him. Garth made sure it was secure all the whilst Klaud slithered against Garth's ankles... leaving a trail of his phosphorescent fur on Garth's trouser leg.
Garth picked up Klaud and rubbed Klaud's slimey body all over his face.
"I have missed you today Klaud Klaud." says Garth affectionately. Klaud attempts to struggle free, flailing tentacles slapping against the wall.
Garth sets him on the floor and fills his bowl with dried whippersnatches. Klaud unfurls his proboscis and starts to suck the musky dust from the insides of the whippersnatches corpses. Garth pets Klaud on the head as he eats and looks around his flat.
Some serious pattern making had to be done tonight. Garth had a contract to secure with the Print and Fashion Houses of the Tri-Planet Consortium and it was already the year 2040 in that quadrant... Garth would have to follow trend reports from 2020. Trend reports tend to repeat themselves approximately every 20 years.
Garth sat down on his laptop, plugging the USB plug into his neck. He was ready to enter his Pattern Sphere. Ready for the big time. One day he wouldn't need InterCorp.
Garth entered his Pattern Sphere and opened today's file of memory images and associated imaginations conjured in the Subconscious Processor.
Garth picked up Klaud and rubbed Klaud's slimey body all over his face.
"I have missed you today Klaud Klaud." says Garth affectionately. Klaud attempts to struggle free, flailing tentacles slapping against the wall.
Garth sets him on the floor and fills his bowl with dried whippersnatches. Klaud unfurls his proboscis and starts to suck the musky dust from the insides of the whippersnatches corpses. Garth pets Klaud on the head as he eats and looks around his flat.
Some serious pattern making had to be done tonight. Garth had a contract to secure with the Print and Fashion Houses of the Tri-Planet Consortium and it was already the year 2040 in that quadrant... Garth would have to follow trend reports from 2020. Trend reports tend to repeat themselves approximately every 20 years.
Garth sat down on his laptop, plugging the USB plug into his neck. He was ready to enter his Pattern Sphere. Ready for the big time. One day he wouldn't need InterCorp.
Garth entered his Pattern Sphere and opened today's file of memory images and associated imaginations conjured in the Subconscious Processor.
There were definitely other things to do. Other concerns. Others. Though these things were not quantifiable. Not part of the bigger plan. Garth set to work... but before he did that he opened up a small window in the corner of the pattern sphere in which he could cheekily distract himself with social media. He might get some nice messages.
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