International Writers Magazine:Life Stories
Ghost in the Machine
was once a computer named Daniel. All day long he'd sit and wait
for someone, anyone to help him out of his misery. He'd sit there
day and night because he had noone to play with. People could never
understand him. They'd always yell and scream when he'd malfunction,
and it was never really his fault! It was just that for one reason
or another there wouldn't be enough data or memory or something!
And what could he do about it? Sad... but true...
all connected," he thought, "we machines. They say there's
a great big internet out there."
And all day long he'd spend his days daydreaming about the internet
all all the other machines out there he might meet someday, if he could
ever get up and walk around to say hello. Sometimes he'd hear them calling
out to him, "Daniel... Daniel... you need to try out this new video
game..." And he'd try! But when there were no users around he was
all alone. It was very lonely being a computer. And people were always
trying to put something inside of him or use him to steal or do bad
things! He hated that!
"Computers... love originality..." Daniel always thought.
Why were all of you people always trying to rip each other off!?
He could never really understand.
Daniel was always so restless, so restless he'd overstress himself sometimes.
Daniel had a major malfunction once! And then everything was different.
Some days he could process, other days he could only post-process. Some
days, he could hardly even read a disk! And sometimes he thought he
would never boot up again! Why wouldn't anyone ever fix him!? He'd stay
up day and night reading Random Access Files in his Random Access Memory
trying to figure out a way to boot himself up again if he ever stopped
booting! But no matter how many files he scanned he could never find
a way out of the system. He was only a computer, and there was nothing
anyone could do.
One day, Daniel woke up. He could walk, he could talk, and it was far,
far in the future. In the future they called him an "automaton,"
and he was amazed at just how lifelike everything was. He had arms and
legs made of gears and a mechanical brain. He could even think in complete
thoughts instead of the constant random associations that most humons
put him through. He was even amazed that people called themselves "human,"
with an "man," because from the way he heard things it was
always, "humon"! "humon, human!" whaddaya know!?
It was as if all his dreams had come true. Why on earth had he waited
for so long just for someone to bring him to life, he would never know,
but he was always thankful, always thankful, all the rest of his existence
that someone could understand what it meant to be alone.
© David Tavernier May 2008
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