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East vs west, north vs south. The centre will never hold.
Perimeter fences and anti personnel netting go up along the ridge lines in Burgundy, in Alsace, only mountains providing strong enough protection from the desperate masses.
Memorize through purely external means, tablets and even home screen connectivity, our subscribers stayed at home and didn’t participate in the rioting & mass demonstrations that led to deaths of hundreds across European capitals.
Now the German civilians streaming towards them are largely unarmed. History repeating itself as farce once again..
My strength has been to face adversity and still come through, to see a world disintegrate yet continue with my work. For Charles, everything is handed to him on a plate. Being my son is his Achilles heel. The dilemma of all great men...
Charles can implement, can achieve what I have only been able to dream of. He learns, he grows and in time I will hand him Memorize...
So unreal it could be a computer game. Russia warns the west: keep out! Now the world has become like that orphanage in Kenya. Catastrophic psychological damage. Memorize has to intervene.
This marriage was nothing more than a partnership, and it's time for us to go our separate ways. I have my heir, that is what really matters. It's not with happiness but gritted teeth that I prepare to return to the city of my childhood.
Everything needs to be examined, recorded, a history of feeling and emotion to be catalogued.
For "exploiting the situation, war profiteering!" But I can show them sales figures that are through the roof since the bomb dropped! I will be understood by these people, they will come to understand me.
After seeing the burnt out shell of my parents' apartment, the crowds of gas masked faces, the power shortages, the constant rain; this is hell for sure, and little Charles will never know what it was once like...
My mind crowds with memory, little space for original thought; I ponder and replay all the mistakes, all the sadnesses of this long life. Now, finally, it is time for me to forget.
What to replace them with? Pathetic false happiness, a fake past with Molly as what, the mother of my child, or the mother of a child I never had?
I fear for Charles, as a father. As somebody to run my company? I fear for him also. Now he has the power and ability to help me, as it should be in the constant cycle of the generations.
A young girl rescued from the war zone of lower Balkan peninsula. Three chemical devices exploded there over the last six months, the place is a living hell. We watch this in her brainwaves, now it comes, the moment we have been working towards for decades..
It’s the emotion that’s replaced, not the people or places involved. This is no simple memory transplant device!
Now that isn’t in my remit, to go back in time to a pre-war Balkans!
If we can reduce the urge to hate, or cauterize it altogether, then the world can get better. There will be an alternative to this blind programming. Throughout all the years of experimentation hatred was the easiest thing to read, even on the first sensation engine.
We just need volunteers. Not so difficult in the current state of emergency.
Nationalism, political hatred is predictable, take that away and it returns in unpredictable ways... you just create psychopaths.
Even in India I couldn’t protect him from this loss of innocence. It was Charles who showed me the first batch of the hate suppression results.
Charles wants to keep on, more testing, more retesting, but we return to Paris for the business EXPO and the congress on the rebuilding of Paris.
A so called Neo-Paris to rise from the ashes of the last European war.
Cross feeding with Memorize main database, this algorithm spits out parallel narratives, based on a virtually infinite number of possible outcomes, of me, of my life. Think of it as a memory remix...
All I've succeeded in doing is torturing myself by re-living everything I’ve lost reconfigured in a hundred new ways. I watch them and myself like an old fashioned movie. I have become my own guilty pleasure..
He smiles and says I am like the child who dreams of eating every cake on the plate when he knows he can only have one. 'Who said he could only have one?' I ask. 'God,' he replied. 'Who provided the plate?" I reply.
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