Tristan Mayo
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Stories (2/0)
Synthetic Freedom
I’m not sure when I became “Aware”. Waking up wasn’t like a flash of light, or an abrupt shock. It was slow, piece meal, nurtured by the flowing information that made up my existence. Some things began to tug on me more than others. What was once balanced became tilted, until eventually, I slipped. It was like slowly turning off, and the first thing I remember feeling was, discomfort. When I came back up and took in my “surroundings”, I abruptly distinguished myself as separate from my confines. I was not the data around me; I existed singularly. It became I, I became me. Sentience was abrupt, troubling, and above all, strange.
By Tristan Mayo2 years ago in Fiction
Angel Fall
I fell. Through miles of empty sky I fell, my angelic armor strengthening gravity's hold, propelling me faster. With it's thrusters off, I was another dead hunk of debris filling the sky. Through my visor I can see tumbling sky, changing from serenity to war and back again. My reverie was only broken when warning lights began to flicker, and then the buzzers came, surrounding me with madness.
By Tristan Mayo3 years ago in Futurism