Chapter 26: Past

The past sucks.

Like seriously, when the characters have memories, it seriously lags the RAM in the machine, as it quickly slows down due to creating another fucking universe.

The characters thoughts have to be natural, so what is a better way than making a completely new universe that they can tap into.

I had been optimising the machine my whole life, just so the memory could actually handle the weight of creating the universe.

Machines work a bit differently in the future, not your typical set up.

Now RAM and processors sorta share the same role, except the categories they work in are different. Memory is focused on creating what you see in front of you, and instead of being sticks, it is another chip sized looking thing. It builds things quickly, with the obvious introduction of octo computing.

In other words, opening blender no longer crashes your PC.

But simulating a universe, with every living thing having a life as well as them interacting lives is just.

Well...

very challenging.

I suppose that was why I was part of the team.

When they asked if I could do it, I hesitated.

Then said yes.

I suppose that's why you see all you see. And you have read all you have read.

I...well I created you. Apart from a few exceptions. They were necessary for testing and initiation of the human life simulation.

They were special. For a starter they all had weird fucking eyes for some reason.

Like anime characters, they were big and had very interesting colour schemes. We hadn't even THOUGHT of breeding babies with PINK FUCKING EYES! That would turn what is remaining of Earth into even more of a shitshow.

Especially that chick with the green coloured eyes.

I'm not gonna lie she was hot as FUUUCCK, but obviously I had to remain professional. She was the most important after all.

You could practically see the binary numbers floating in her eyes. 1's and 0's just bouncing around.

Not that I looked that much...

Okay I lied I looked way too fucking much.

For the testing stages, I was the technician of it all. I monitored her during the night, when everyone else had gone.

We actually used to talk a couple of times.

She would ask something like "Can you not bring me back?"

I obviously just said "no", though theoretically we could.

I mean we had a body waiting for her, in fact we had a body waiting for everyone in the universe.

The idea was that we would create the simulation, hope that the same disease we were currently fighting would develop, and mayyyyybee developed a cure.

It was a shame though.

Because we had to wait for the monkeys to god damn evolve.

And...well...thousands were dying every day.

So I developed a...speed up function... in the code.

Which of course crashed the PC's.

All the PC's.

From that moment on tech magically just grew.

To what we had today.

I was around for all of it.

Jesus...

Anyway we eventually got it working.

But the thing is we could only skip history we knew. Like WW2 and the medieval era and what not.

All the way to 2024

And then here we are.

And they still haven't learnt anything yet.

I feel like we may be giving up soon. A week they said. Something about the virus spreading to the components.

The virus is holding the simulation back.

The virus is holding the simulation back.

The virus is holding the simulation baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa901n2oih8adsnad...

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Error 3678: Log file lost - attempting recovery

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"That took me a fucking hour!" I shouted and slammed the pad down.

"Dude calm down. You have been glaring at that for way too long."

"Chris...an hour...is not fucking long!"

We were both sat on our bunks. The room was oddly similar to something from Alien. Green lights accompanying lockers that weren't locked, padded walls to prevent leaks to the vacuum of space.

My favourite part was the slidy doors!

"Haven't you seen the new studies? The new iTabs have been prone to cause some serious issues with anything not under the fucking Orange logo."

"Of course. Reminds me of the good old iLikeToListen service Pear did a while back."

"Oh and don't forget Mango's subscription service which costed like, 200 credits a month. Who's paying for that shit?" Chris's voice boomed throughout the room. It was much deeper than mine of course.

"Yeah the past was so much better when it was simple. Yo, why'd you think these companies use fruits as there brand name? Sounds stupid to me."

"Yup. Next thing you know we are gonna get someone called Apple or pineapple or watermelon and everyone will buy their overpriced shit once again."

The door opened with a woosh.

"You guys done with the company slag. Half the rooms can hear your annoying bitching."

"Oh hi Stephanie. What's up?"

"Well considering where we are, I'm guessing Jupiter."

You coulda just said the roof.

"Ha...ha...veeeeery funny." I said sarcastically.

"Anyway you guys are being called up to the globe room. We got an issue."

"Another dll file found it's way in?"

"Much worse. The virus is...moving the girl."

Me and Chris both looked at each other, beginning to feel a little nervous.

Before bursting out with laughter.

"Wow Stephanie, you really got us there."

"Guys I'm being serious."

We stopped.

"Crap."

"Where are you taking me?"

"To a more...secure area. Somewhere you won't be found."

"It wasn't exactly difficult keeping me in that room."

"But that room wasn't...this room."

She was pushed into a even tighter cell. It just barely fit her in.

"Here."

The door was locked. Then locked again, followed by five more loud clicks.

Authors note: A bit more exposition for ya'll, hope it wasn't too boring. Next chapter will be a bit more interesting as the dynamic tryo(?) go searching for the next girl.

See ya soon!

Jordan