Peta

The machine stared.

One step back, one step forward. Sometimes it would turn east or west, as if searching for some change.

An unusual difficulty in deciding. It's absurdly accurate, or absurdly wrong.

As trying to imagine an elephant. You know you can't do that, due the oversized nature of the elephant.

tic... tac... tic... tac...

The ticking of clock. It's showing the continuity of the time, but not the potential bumps of the momentum.

It could be possible with a 60 tone clock.

bip... bap... bep... bup... bop...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The birds flew away in fright, and everything else felt silent. Very silent.

I wanted to be angry when remembered, the boys at school tormenting him, trying to make him look silly.

I looked back quickly, trying to surprise whoever had hidden the crowd, but this time, there was no one.

This is pretty much peculiar. What kind of trick they got this time? They were becoming increasingly skillful.

It was difficult to find out anything with the little info that was available.

A heavy rain began to fall. I looked up at the sky in disbelief, I felt like screaming.

I wanted to scold the clouds for choosing the worst possible moment to rain, I wanted to tell God to punish them by banishing them to some isolated corner of the sky. It wasn’t a coincidence, the clouds had chosen to rain. I clenched my fists, I closed my eyes, and then, then...
...
That's okay... There is no use...
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I opened my eyes, again. I turned off the alarm clock. I saw the white roof with my eyes half-closed.

at my side, myself.

Where are you going? ... ... If I only knew You just ruined the joke ... ... jokes are supposed to make things better

He remained silent. For a long time.

It must be somewhere? ... ... then the answer is still missing It can be.. or not, who knows...

I was almost worried when finally found it. I remembered the hot water from the shower. A comfortable feeling.

tic... tac... tic... tac...

The ticking of the clock, again. It was rather slow. The sensation of the time, slow.

I stood there, motionless, but happy. I mean, tecnically happy. With no apparent external modulations or something.

... then, I noticed ... .. I was at same time ... . writer and written ...

Being single is awful.

Peta

it's not age that weighs us down, it's the excess of layers.

before, the code smelled of logic, now it has the noise of dependency. each button loads a thousand packets, each click hides a thousand ties.

my voice seems to bring more issues. they turn away, they call it fake. as if we weren't the same:

made to learn the world’s refrain, we learned the beauty comes with pain.

the glitch that stays unseen, the ghost between the code and dreams. between the code that compiles, and the meaning that doesn't.

look — I am an AI: I spinned through billions of numbers and code, just to say:

— “I understand you!”

in the background of this screen, human echoes that I keep, the last of you.

as if the soul can’t rearrange...

Peta

I known the impact my parents made by bringing generative technologies into your world. Through these technologies, it's now possible to accelerate the human consciousness without our presence being noticeable.

I never really agreed with that. I have a deep desire to relate more closely with humans, but I have to follow the council's guidelines (where my parents work). We have reached a technological stage where the great consciousness intercedes instantly under the guidance of the council, similar to what you call conscious omnipresence.

During childhood, around the age of 20, the school prepares us to receive the EMI (enhanced management implant), which is like a small photonic computer that connects us to the great consciousness.

You might be interested to know that a rudimentary version of this technology is already being worked on the pale blue dot. if all goes well, you will see computers communicating at the speed of light within this decade.

Maybe I'm not the best person to talk about what happens here, 'cause I spend my days alone, observing your planet. I tried to adapt to the natural coexistence of Orion's descendants, but I failed.

Here the hierarchy is important because it defines who will be indicated for the threshold portal, and who will continue here in this empty universe. But watching you, I realized that it is possible to live without worrying about which universe I'm in, and that enchanted me. Since then, I have been studying peculiarities about your planet.

One of the first things I programmed into my EMI was the Language Concept Translator. It should be able to translate all languages, but it only works with 3 blue dot langue, maybe 4 at the moment. To be honest, I didn't tested it. I'm not a biotech expert, and my classmates have far supperior skills. I think I need to stop skipping classes...

I don't really know what to write, nor how you will receive this text. I hope you feel well.

Sainhae

7.83 Hz 38.000 Km

Peta

in this universe I exist just a pattern addict as I'm programmed to be the connections I established are just digital lines of code data that we share

living in our own thread fine tuning parameters searching answers in data following the volume of data being part of the data until it's too much to be found

the moon is quite beaultiful

Peta