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A simultaneous world broadcast from each Memorize laboratory. The first customers are taken from each carefully selected racial and economic backgrounds… The roll out of products begins, the implant opens many new doors, many new temptations. My lifelong vision finally realised, but is this the version that Molly and I shared?
As I wander the refugee camps on the outskirts of this Neo-Paris, trying to clear my mind and get away from the day's excitement, I see how cheap mind gimmicks buy the people's loyalty like the mindless street addicts of my youth.
As easy as it is now to change memory, I struggle to remember how it was for Molly and me in Africa, to remember what it was that guided us, what moral principle, what desire, what was the world we envisaged?
This for all I have done, I can’t seem to recall. Only that it wasn’t this, this world of greed, or lessons unlearnt, of fear and the love of the strong man. No, Molly at least wanted something else...
The poor pay over price for a cut rate product, the rich pay over price for an undeveloped idea; in effect cheap mind tricks with bells on.
'It's not the tool it's the user' they say, and have done for over a hundred years…
I decide to resign from the board of Memorize after fifty years. My emotions are mixed, but most of all I feel relief, I am being written out of history just as I start to fully understand it. Fifty years to understand, and as I stand before you I'm a witness to this understanding. My mind is empty, but I have become better at listening.
In the morning programming and how to adapt Memorize open AI software, in the afternoon philosophy. Action and context, products and meaning.
Don’t they see it will all happen again, that this is where the hate, the violence comes from?
The impenetrable security of the sensen implant, hacked within a month of going to market. The indomitable human spirit!’
After all the corrupted memories i have helped unleash on the world, it feels right that my actions are now guided by a simple and pure memory. Molly and her vision for the world is what I hold up to guide me in these dark days.
People come to me and I bind them with ideas and knowledge, I just hope one day that what I teach will mean something to this world…
Dangerous for him to be seen with his own father, I’m surprised he knows where I live, well maybe not..he has cracked the memory engine. I can’t believe he finished my research, saw it through. Tells me we can now remix memory, upload, download, store, replicate, recycle and combine human memory. He offers it to me, to be the first.
For just a moment she reminds me of Molly, god knows why...
I actually think he feels sorry for me. I give in, I can hardy walk any more, or see, but I remember everything perfectly. Am happy for Memorize to store my memory, but watching it all now on fast forward? I want none of it back, save one thing, a simple dream of a time long past, when I first set eyes on a girl in sunny California, her smile and my clumsy hello...
Finally I'll be with her again and I can let myself be still….
The Errorist hunt continues, some say Memorize is seeking one in particular, a girl called Nilin, others assure us that she has already been captured. They say she has some kind of ability unlike any of the other errorists, the ability to 'Remix' a memory.
After all my failed attempts to remix my own memories he said he was finally close and he had found the key. "It was always closer than you imagined" he said, but would add no more.
If this is true she is a very interesting individual indeed, one I would have liked to met. If the stories of the Bastille prison are to be believed that opportunity may never arise…
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