"GlITcH"

[EmperorDisasster]

GlITcH

The future will never come for us. We await in hope but our hopes die along with the future. The future will never come. The present will always be. The past is a curse, yet we treat it fondly. Memories of grandeur and jubilant times. They are all that cling to us. Our future becomes our present. The future runs as we cling to the results and bethink their remains. This is what we call the future. The year of 2025. But this is just the present. The future holds an affliction of gargantuan proportions. We never wanted what we would receive. But it was not our choice. The future decides for us. And we hold the remains in our minds, as the results tear us limb from limb.

The city of New York was not much different. No wavering automobiles, no weapons of paradisaical manner. All that had changed was the exorbitance of the machinery. Communications able to be activated from the mind, working with synapses and circuits of machinery. Technology was at its highest, and nothing could have stopped this machines from becoming the greatest in all of mankind's history. But we are a weak race, and we never stop. Not until we walk among the gods.

Harold Manderson. The head engineer at the world renowned "Artificial Ingenious®". Their main specialties started off as pocket watches. Simple enough, but one of the most complex things in existence once they had installed, literally, hundreds of small nano gadgets into the watch. Television, radio, walkie-talkie, even gaming. And that was the next step. A mix between the world's largest Social Networking device, and the most realistic game ever. Known as "Project Prometheus" and promising some of the same standards as the Greek mythological tale itself. They promised that knowledge beyond human comprehension would be delivered. Precisely where the tragedy of what was to come would begin...

6:30 AM, 26th July 2025

Harold Manderson wakes up. Dresses into his casual attire consisting of a dark-brown turtle neck sweater, a pair of grey slack and some brown shoes made in Italy. He opens his cabinet and takes out his Level 1 Access Card (The highest level of access in "A.I.®"), and his pair of square-shaped spectacles. In the meantime his does his best to not wake his wife and son up. He leaves with his wallet, phone contacts (the eye contact communication device of the 21st century... for now) and keys to his car. This marks the beginning of his journey to work.

He drives his flashy Sedan all the way to a parking pod where it is secured and a key is given to Harold to unlock the pod at any time. He walks down to his local metro station where he grabs a bagel and today's paper. Headlines: "Miracle machine tested today, released worldwide tomorrow!". He boards the local underground train to his section of New York, where upon several people begin to stare, clearly recognizing him. The metro train parked right at his station, as he departed the train and headed to work.


//moar soon