Bradley William Holder
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"Hold my beard." —Socrates
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And the Band Played "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda"
In another life, Optenant Thirteen could have been an Irish rover. Made by those only somewhat more sophisticated than herself, there was within her something of the perpetually lost and the always wandering, a curiosity beyond her years that belied the expected and even expecting patterns of her code. Therefore, perhaps unlike later models, when her sensors detected a subject in motion, regardless of its mass or its velocity, instead of jerkily halting and starting—back-and-forth, back-and-forth, always back-and-forth—she would immediately begin moving toward it, increasing her own speed to the extent that she was capable. This was, unfortunately for her but nonetheless rather good for the thing she was pursuing, not by much. She could’ve been an Irish rover because her body—her chassis and operating system, each transistor, everything that contained and was contained—was often in the cities, the decrepit metropoli as they currently were, but her soul, incalculable and transcendent, was always living and reliving the impossible past.
By Bradley William Holder3 years ago in Futurism