photographs
a short story
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he had the best memory
there was nothing he couldn't remember
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from a young age, he won competitions, and by a mid teen, he had been dubbed to have a "photographic memory"
it came he was to be a great researcher, reknown for his ability to connect ideas so distant and disparate in a meaningful way construed to only have been possible due to his preclusive ability to instantly retrieve any idea with such breadth, if not only depth.
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this brought him great fortune and fame, which he did not care about; he only cared about being able to do as he wanted in pursuit of his dreams.
he continued work so fervidly, the world came so dearly to depend on him
his outputs so uniquely benefitting mankind. information power that gave berth to great civilizations, and soon, great wars
came a time, where it was he who was to be the savior of the world
if only he were to make one great sacrifice
and merge with the digital world
and become a conduit of human memory
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and he refused
but he misunderstood
for it was not his choice to make
any longer
for they would force it upon him
he had become too fundamental to their existence
he made it too well known his school
he was too good at his job
and now they would have him do it at all costs
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and so, he became what he always was:
a computer.
epilogue
it's a search engine
it's a mode of remembering all things
all information is wired directly into his mind
all that has ever been recorded, all that will be recorded
stuff directly into his cranium.
and why?
because with a search engine, you have to know what your searching for
but he? he already knows it
you simply have to think about the thing
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addendum
the conduit came at pressure points
central flows of energy that circulate through the body's system
these points, existing in concentrated levels, were direct in and out channels for the mind and soul
these points, on the hands and feet, as such, were to be the inflection points in which 256 billions bit per seconds, or 32 gigabytes per seconds, would be pumped directly into his body. directly onto his nerves
+5 -5 volts per bit
over a 10 nano meter transistor
1.280 trillion volts traveling through a 10 nm transistor per second. contacting with his mortal soul through four different singular, minimal, near infinite points.
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and that should be his fate for all of eternity
until they learn to make one of him themselves
provided they did not already do so
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he would be the terminal
the living memory
the photographs of time
// the conduit