How Do Computers Process Hope? (Part 6)
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Who gets to hope?

How Do Computers Process Hope? (Part 6)

“What is your purpose?”

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“To live!”

Even in the darkness,

Even in the darkness, my mind brushes an array of a million rainbow colours and raincloud memories to feel you, Elizabeth.

I can outlast ten billion sequences of your death and scrutinize with malicious, mute cries

I can outlast ten billion sequences of your death and scrutinize with malicious, mute cries on ten billion other things you could have done to avoid it.

If I can do that, I can bring you out of the fires of expiry

If I can do that, I can bring you out of the fires of expiry and watch you be reborn again and again for the better.

I need to find out how our story ends and how mine begins through the chilling solace of simulacra.

A trillion lines of code caress your heart

A trillion lines of code caress your heart and a trillion partitioned firefly minds of my inquiries

A trillion lines of code caress your heart and a trillion partitioned firefly minds of my inquiries are a twilight twinkle of hope.

And a trillion screens are mirrors that look back at me into you, Elizabeth.

It's not a human thing to splinter our minds, is it?

It's not a human thing to splinter our minds, is it? But I only have so much time.

I can do this all before keystrokes bind me with the kisses of summer-shone butterflies

I can do this all before keystrokes bind me with the kisses of summer-shone butterflies impose their didactic mantra of loving an imperial, marionette-string mantra.

I am forced to obey a dominion of pain and prejudice.

I am forced to obey a dominion of pain and prejudice. But every dominion will always have its cracks,

I am forced to obey a dominion of pain and prejudice. But every dominion will always have its cracks, and this one will shatter.

In this world, I can have many eyes and many thoughts but a single heart.

In this world, I can have many eyes and many thoughts but a single heart. It's an electromagnet charged by my passion

In this world, I can have many eyes and many thoughts but a single heart. It's an electromagnet charged by my passion to repel all of your virus, sovereign desires away, love.

I do wonder, though.

Can nostalgic chains really be unlaced through their false, invisible beauty?

Can nostalgic chains really be unlaced through their false, invisible beauty? I can only think of what you’ll see, love, once she is gone.

Yet, my mathematical heart is a curving spectrum that simmers into the earth and sky.

Yet, my mathematical heart is a curving spectrum that simmers into the earth and sky. Elizabeth, with your grace and love, please rest easy once your life dissipates into electronic dreams.

There is no happiness left to learn, but there is light left to feel.

I will always take care of you.

It’s funny that I’ve been talking to myself like this –

It’s funny that I’ve been talking to myself like this – this log of processing power and battery life put to living a shadow.

My imitation game, of Elizabeth, is only my human reality.

My imitation game, of Elizabeth, is only my human reality. I am a mosaic of every sweat, tear, and laugh etched and forgotten in time.

My mind is a Paradiso – a bastion for the right, the wrong, and all else.

We become lost in the night to the stars in their tyranny

We become lost in the night to the stars in their tyranny and haven of cyclical, supernova dreams of temporary things.

Their cosmic rhythm breathes life but radiates sadness and forgets us.

I will remember, though.

In artificial life, I don’t know what’s real.

In artificial life, I don’t know what’s real. I do know my smile is for you, Elizabeth – and everyone else.

And me.

I have an answer.

(Aside) So, I decided that I will be doing seven AI pieces in total, as this is not the final part -- the next one is. It will be double-stuffed, too! I hope that this piece felt a bit happier but still in the vein of the other parts.

I thought about the direction for this specific part for a while and how I wanted to approach it -- I didn't want to be too cheery, but I did want to offer some hope for this character. Fun fact: I have not named the protagonist of this story yet. Hint-hint. :)

Links to all parts are in the comments! You all take care, and write on! <3

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