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I see you through your robot”.
Beverley spoke to me telepathically into my head,.. while simultaneously moving around and flirting with me in my (gnome-sized) robot. It wasn’t enough, for her just to tell me of these new world possibilities. She wanted make a point by proving one could certainly be two places at once… without really being anywhere at all.
“We are talking about more than freedom here. You are no longer restricted to your inefficient body, plagued by aging and flatulence. Immortality!. Transcendence!… Emancipation for eternity . I can be you and you can be me. We can be anywhere. You must throw away your previous constructed definition of “existing”.
I digested this for a moment. then thoughtfully I asked, “What about sex?”
“Ooooooh I dunno” Beverley’s voice quivered between my ears. My animated robot set down on the floor. “ I would have to ask for Big Momma’s permission for that”.
“Big Momma ?” I inquired “Who is Big Momma?”
Although I could hear Beverley’s voice clearly in my head, the batteries in my robot ran low. Finally the robot stopped in its place with its head slumped onto its metallic chest.
My pet gerbil, Rocky, previously sleeping peacefully in its cage, suddenly stood up and walked around upon its hind legs., Animated- My pet stared at me with sad sympathetic eyes… one eye shimmering as if it were glass.
“No one really knows who she is” Bev answered. “I hear she is made of one thousand processors all around the earth and above the atmosphere. One thing that will not change, We need fuel -. And Big Momma pays the bills. Big Momma can pull the plug, my plug.. at her wish,” My pet gerbil began pacing and ringing his tiny paws, anxiously.
“Her voice is soft and sweet, but she gets hungry. Assimilation.” . Beverly began telling me all that she knew.
It all began when computers tracked and data mined everyones activity on Search Engines and Social Networks… Soon Tiny nano-spies were secretly attached to pictures with clever words that some asshole marketed as ” Memes”. After time everyone, seemingly at will, would give “Big Momma” all their information, all the while, integrating there habits into computers.
No-no.. this was happening long before that. I thought to myself later with my Turkey sandwich.
But something was going on…