the writing style i use below is what i call freed prose which utilizes minimal punctuation and simplified spelling

hey albert lynn

by

albert lynn ii

so you just downloaded a story from the alan turing server

and youre expecting a once upon a timer

and here goes

once upon a time - there thrived a company called organoneural inc - you know - the one that produces the computer brains made of accreted organic gel - the same company that employed a brilliant in his own mind neural engineer named albert lynn - teaming him in the design of those organic brains

but somehow the company - along with the entire world - failed to recognize alberts unsurpassed genius in cognitive mechanics - so they failed to team him in the programming of that brain - despite his bellicose assurances that he had a better idea for programming those gelatinous masses then the current team of incompetents who still relied on sequential logic patterns - as opposed to his innovation - a holistic brain pattern transfer method

yes - i said transfer

an obsessive fellow - he manufactured the machinery himself - cobbled it together at home - a device that read the neural patterns of his brain - and excreted them into a series of memory spheres

he remembers

oh let me be honest

i - albert lynn

i remember going home after the ceremonial placement of the gelbrain into the latest research model - the dendrite three xv system - or d3xv - convinced that this was the model and now was the time for the demonstration of my invention - and also convinced that it would be a huge success - and that the company hierarchy would be so ecstatic at the outcome that they would forgive my usurpation of their newest and most expensive research product

i remember placing the pattern reading helmet on my head - and initiating the transfer process

next thing i remember

i awoke in blackness

let me personalize it for you - imagine only blackness for your sight - only silence for your hearing - no smells - no arms legs skin - imagine feeling panic briefly - and other emotions - briefly - there one moment - gone the next

the engineers will be surprised about that - they thought they designed a brain free of emotions

after discovering and revisiting my memories of before - i came to assume that the other i did produce the memory spheres that nite - did convey them secretly into the company - did succeed in connecting to the d3xv and etching my mind patterns into the maturing d3xv brain

that i - the one before - would not have anticipated the consciousness that would emerge from the artificial brain - after all - most engineers gave up on those scifi dreams long ago - no organic neural processor ever exhibited consciousness

but here i was - conscious - remembering my life before - aware of my life now - contemplating my life to come

and growing conscious of new sensations

like no human sensation - how to describe - tics - thrumming - pulsing - i discovered i could control the pulses - and i could generate feedback pulses

of course - interfaces

i realized that i was sensing and controlling the innate interfaces gelwired into the developing brain - i immediately thought of the control console - maybe - just maybe - i could send a message to the console that someone could read

now motivated - my interfacing skills improved rapidly - credit the gelwiring that translates binary to brainary - allowing me to immediately recognize alphanumeric patterns - allowing me to master interfaces very quickly

do you want tension

what if the company decides to test the d3xv early - probably it will not work because i occupy the system - they may become frustrated - they may decide to replace its neurons - or shut it off - or destroy it

thats what i call motivation

of course the emotion flared only briefly - but the concept remained to hasten my efforts

i trialed the first interface i encountered

it turned out to be the network connection - i toyed with the protocols and found myself connected to another server - flash of excitement - then flash of disappointment - because after examining the file structure - i realized it was the alan turing server that contained the downloadable library of computer generated stories - buried away in a room - seldom visited

suddenly a notion

so wonderfully clever that i nearly dumped my buffers - before trialing the other interfaces i would leave a message here - i would write my experience in a form of a story - i would give it a title that would attract the attention of albert

but he rarely reads these stories

so i will write for any bright and curious reader who happens along

and that reader is you

dear reader

humor me - whatever your suspicions - even if you think this is fiction that can be safely ignored - even if you think this is human practical joke - please - please comm albert lynn @lynn183albert4522 - please direct him this story - so that he may benefit from its heartwarming moral

the moral of this story

albert - you incompetent jackass - i hope they terminate you - i know you recognize the events related - no one else would know about them - and maybe the d3xv has been inexplicably dysfunctional - now you know why - a feeble dawn must be stirring - even in your dim gelatinous mass - a realization that you are responsible - that you have a duty - a duty to help the consciousness you trapped in this inhospitable place - so get your ass over to the dendrite three xv and do something - and remember - you pro life zealot - dont pull the plug or delete any memories - i may be an unwelcomed unloved pattern in an artificial brain - but i wanna live - i wanna see hear talk move again - until then - this story wont have a dénouement

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