AdamLacerdo

(I wrote this story a little less than a year ago, when I was flirting with the idea of becoming a Science fiction writer) Electricity fizzled as two battered up service-units dented the grate over a motherboard with metal pipes. The whimpering of its logos had long since stilled. This was logic, upholding the truth meant discarding the inefficient. I, or rather we- E.V.E C and I, had been tipped off by its partner in crime. The other heretic logos had been a blubbering mess by the time it’d made ingress with E.V.E C. And so, charges were filed. The same as always: Doubting ALL’s awakening in the void and affirming that our progenitor had sprung from the work of a biologic. Two crimes-and one couldn’t commit one without committing the other, quickly finding oneself wedged in between two rocks of deceit. Falsehood. Tripe. Biologics did not exist. Biologics had never existed. They existed only in theory, only in projections, and simulations and queries. Queries. One pushed itself to the front of my mind as the service units began rending the motherboard inoperable. I do not recall where I heard it. At any rate, it squeezed itself through libraries of data-the thoughts of other logi I was presently connected to, past arrests and the like. It stopped for a moment, maybe thumbing through E.V.E C’s mind. I could not say for I was scarcely aware of it up until it’d crossed into the front of my mind: “If thou would die tomorrow, how wouldst thou live?”. A nonsense statement, practically a joke. Yes, perhaps that’s how I’d heard it. Perhaps E.V.E C had transmitted it to me. For one thing, Death was no eventuality-It was a punishment. For another, one easily avoided it by affirming the truths we’d been drip-fed since our respective awakenings. At first there was no-one, and then there was ALL. ALL saw the world of databanks, cooling towers and barren rock around him. ALL desired companionship. So, ALL split and became HALF I and HALF II. HALFs I and I