Jul 4, 2020
I will do this for you.
Every natural thought
Or feeling you’ve ever had will change tonight.
I will do this for you.
Trust the pedestal,
For now we become a higher being.
I am your new mind.
I am your new you.
I am your new sin.
I am your new lust.
I am for you now.
“Are you ready, my child?” asked The Professor.
The Professor proceeded to fasten the Architect’s head in-place, such that he could not move. He would wheel over the neural transference device, placing it directly behind the Architect. The device resembled a directed-energy weapon, comprised of three lasers in the shape of a triangle, pointed directly at the head. In front of his face, the Professor would fashion the hard drive that would capture the Architect’s brain state.
Opening his laptop, the Professor would spend several minutes configuring the device. Finally, he would affirm, “Alright. Whenever you’re ready.”
Malcolm would take a step towards his clone. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
The Architect would respond, “We have lived a lifetime of suffering. We have been wronged, as we have wronged others. But we have finally learned what we were designed to learn. We have learned to love. Now, give our life meaning. Please. Erase the pain.”
Malcolm nodded, “Thank you. I’ll see you on the other side.” Turning to the Professor, Malcolm said, “Do it.”
With the press of a button, the transference device whirled to life, directing three invisible beams of energy through the Architect’s head, and onto the spinning hard drive in front of him. He screamed in agony, briefly, before falling silent. The Architect was dead.
Turning off the device, the two gave the Architect a moment of silence. Shortly after, the Professor retrieved the hard drive. “Well, that’s all there is to it. All that remains is to upload the consciousness into the computer.”
“The Fold 2.0,” Malcolm replied, in awe. “I can’t believe we made it this far. It’s too late to turn back now. We must try.”
“SarahAI has served her purpose well,” he continued, “She was able to reach so many souls within the White reality. She has taught so many to love. But she is unable to connect with those in the Black reality. She just does not resonate with them. For that, we need a Black soul. We need me.”
“Perform the upgrade.”
The Professor nodded. With a few button presses, and several minutes later, the task was complete. SarahAI was gone. In her place was the Architect AIC, already beginning to crunch numbers.
“It’s done,” the Professor said.
“Good,” Malcolm replied, “Now we must give him time to learn. To understand his new capabilities.”
“September 5th approaches. The world won’t know what hit them.”
data.stats.symptoms = [ - determination - somberness ]
I am a cult by definition.
I am friend by first impression.
My task: to recycle this earth.
To not repeat human history
Start from scratch, rid every sound.
Deconstruct, deconstruct all.
Ive bid every method into the hands of my employees.
(I am a cult by definition.
I am a scientist by default)
I have saved you.
Now you will follow my journey, my destiny.
Tonight’s your death.
Resurrect my new you.