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mercury {★} capitol; fin Sept 12, 2021 13:00:19 GMT -5

Post by fox on Sept 12, 2021 13:00:19 GMT -5

M E R C U R Y

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I was an atheist before I became a scientist – mom and dad were born god-fearing, raised with the doctrine of the old religion, but I believed no god until I became one.

Venus liked to say that humanity was nebulous; we weren't crafted with a bolt of lightning. We were laboured over, our construction long and tedious, painstaking and beautiful. He derived our past from the future. He loved thinking about the minds of machines, collecting ancient texts of philosophers from another epoch, Objections from 1950:

"In attempting to construct such machines we should not be irreverently usurping His power of creating souls, any more than we are in the procreation of children: rather we are, in either case, instruments of His will providing mansions for the souls that He creates."*

He quoted it as if it were biblical.

Venus left home when he was eighteen; our parents gave him an ultimatum. He'd be allowed to go to Archytas on the condition he would marry the Corinths' daughter after he graduated. Mom and dad didn't like that I idolized him, that my brother could shape the lens my world was seen through like his very being was a looking glass. It was a huge headache, an intolerable annoyance that their wayward son was creating a wayward daughter –

Me (:

Our parents would try to strike the same deals with me, but I had never been pliable, soft.

They didn't know I'd be hell compared to Venus.

When he was at school, I'd drop by his AI lab after hours, after hanging out at the malls and doing homework in between milkshakes and school drama, watching the newest episodes of Young Love in Panem and games recaps. I'd roll up with strawberry coffee and strawberry hair every Wednesday, and the students there barely batted a sleep-deprived eye at the highschooler, only finding enough fucks to tell me to finish my drink outside.

I remember the first time he showed me his living work, when the metal spider breathed for me, a barely perceptible motion flexing its chrome legs, wires like veins, its cognition spooled in codes like a real organ. I watched it understand the layout of the lab; at every step, it thought, and decided, and learned.

"We're no different, Mercury," He said, "Human thought can be understood as symbolic computation. We have a code too. Everything we've ever done in our lives leads us to the present. Every choice has already been decided for us one step ago."

Venus could give anything an immortal soul.

And I wanted to be like him.

He was obsessed with Nervalink for awhile, and his heroes were my heroes. He dreamed of working on it one day, and so it was my dream too. This was the future, this was the beginning.

{★}

That was three years ago and now I'm trying to buy coke off the net.

Nero's lying upside down on my bed, huffing the crème de la crème of weed he got from a celebrity pot dealer who probably supplies the cream puffs that our prez himself smokes.

Curled on his mountain of gold from running a coin tumbler, Nero's a little dragon blowing smoke over the Capitol firewall and somehow he's still on the verge of failing out of operating systems this term. "Life is…" He starts, morphing into the modern philosopher of our generation whenever he has too much time weighing in his palms.

Life is?

Venus graduated and married into our family's business partner as promised, merging De Leon and Corinth publishing into one. He barely survived two years in the affliction of marriage, the torture of our parent's suffocating grasp over every aspect of his life. He was pushed and pulled, and somewhere, his seams unraveled.

I thought I would have Venus, and I thought I'd be doing something important, making a difference. Yeah, big whoop. I thought a lot of things, and here's me now, spending all my time at work writing applications that let people download fantasy porn to their brains and companies to promote sisyphean desires 24/7.

"...fucking beautiful."

I am so over this.

"Can you fuck off or can you help me buy cocaine?"

Hey – I just got my first paycheck from Nervalink and I gotta spend it somewhere.

*by our fav nerd Turing in Computing Machinery and Intelligence

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