Philip Roberts latentflip
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Yeah seriously what the funk is going on here? It looks freaky, but it's not so bad. Let's break it down:
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With a sigh, Anatoly turned the screens in his glasses off and was plunged into darkness. Where was he, how long had he been hacking for, what time was it? His eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, he realized he was sitting at the kitchen table. He picked up the empty glass in front of him and sniffed it - whisky. How long had it had been empty? He had no idea. He glanced at the clock on the wall which he could just make out from light from the street lamps filtering into the room - 11:30pm.
Massaging his temples, and cracking his back, he decided he needed some air and a cold drink. He walked past the refrigerator which he knew was frustratingly empty, and slipped on some old sneakers.
Stepping out of the front door of their apartment building, he was hit by the damp warmth of a humid autumn evening. Not unpleasant, but it made him even thirstier, he headed in the direction of the grocery store.
A few blocks from his apartment he came across a body lying in the street. On closer inspection
Anatoly awoke with a grunt. His lips were parched, his mouth fuzzy. How late had he been up last night? Natalia was in London?? for a work conference, so he'd stayed up hacking on DENT*?? tapping out code against the kitchen table with one hand, and against a large glass of whisky with the other.
He flipped his glasses on to check the time: 7.12am, Wednesday. "SHIT, already?". Anatoly hated Wednesdays. Wednesday was the only day he had to turn up at the Zygex office. A day of meetings, reviews, politics, whinging and all the other crap he got for working for a big corporation. Most people were required to attend the office everyday, but Anatoly was such a good hacker that he managed to convince them he would be productive from home - the one concession being that he had to show up once a week to check in.
He gathered his senses and trudged to the shower. Flipping his hearing circuit off, he closed his eyes and leant against the shower wall. The water against his dehydrated skin and lips felt g
"THIS, Anatoly! THIS is reality, right here in this room, in this world. This is the real world. With sight, and smells, and touch, and taste. The net isn't fucking reality. Reality is excitement, and boredom, and space, and pain, and sex, and heartache, and joy, and happiness, and sadness.
"The net is just a fucking dopamine feed. When you are jacked in, you might as well be a bodiless brain, hooked up to a bunch of chemical drips. It might make you feel excited, or in pain, or happy, or sad. But is it real if it's just a concoction of chemicals pumped directly into your brain with no REAL. LIFE. TRIGGER?
"You know that experiment with the rats, right, Anatoly? They take a rat and teach it to pull levers. One lever gives it food, the other gives it an orgasm by stimulating the neurons in the rat's brain. You know what the rat does Anatoly? You know what it does? It gives itself orgasms, repeatedly, until it fucking starves and dies.
"Were those rat's orgasms real? Was that rat happy? I am
Silencing her alarm, Natalia slowly dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom. As always, Anatoly remained motionless, seemingly unaware of the fact that another morning was here already. His glasses were still on, he probably fell asleep hacking again. She tried to be annoyed at him just laying there, uncaring, but asleep was the only time he ever seemed to be at peace with the world, so she couldn't bring herself to be angry.
Their pathetic shower washed away her dreams, but not as quickly as she would have hoped. She had noticed her dreams tending more towards nightmares recently. In fact, her sleep was a lot more restless of late. Anatoly seemed to be awake later and later each night, restlessly rolling around next to her in bed reading or hacking or fidgeting. She never dreamt well when she her sleep was interrupted like that. "I guess it's not his fault I'm a light sleeper", she thought.
Clean, dry, and naked she walked back through to the bedroom, Anatoly was predictably motionless
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