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Memento Mori
Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Taboo, Author: spermanator4, Rating: , Source: xHamster
misdiagnosed. Kaj, they understand rapturs. This is huge! Do you know what this means? Rapturs are one of the biggest mysteries in the universe; the most advanced superorganisms can't crack them. And here," the liquid drive, "here is the key." "The key," I repeat robotically, not really listening. Key to what? The Grail? I think not. *I* will find the Grail. And I will find it on *my* terms. Chapter 6 The ETV entrances me as I try to listen to Mary. "We need to take this to Dr. Witten," she's saying. A stuttering ghostlike hum emerges from the TV along with opposing flickering sin waves and sort of bouncing bluish wisps. There's some beautiful fluid intelligence behind the mathematics of it, but it feels like it's just beyond my mind's grasp. "He's the one I owe the 6,000 dolors to," Mary is telling me. "He performed a surgery on me. A vital surgery." Mary's face momentarily blends in with the dark brown image on the TV, and the fractal swirls almost seem to fall onto Mary's skin. They look like light blue outlines of clouds tumbling over each other in a kaleidoscopic manner, and with each tumble a new lock of cloud falls lower on Mary's face. I look at her. The illusion vanishes. "OK, what -- what surgery?" "It was just a routine -- I -- I had -- cancer." "Nobody gets cancer anymore, Mary," I say, feeling slightly stupid saying what surely she must know. "The worldwide vaccinatory gene insertion went ... out during the Event." She turns her head slightly. Was she born after the Event? Almost nobody is born post-Event. That was and is part of the death toll, in fact the greatest death toll of the Event: that humans could no longer reproduce. It is still not known whether the Whites did this, or if so, whether intentionally, but very few, and only of a certain character and set of abilities, have been born since the Event. The inability to produce life cost a lot of people their minds, and they added to the death toll by taking their own life. It's almost like they lived on an equation: If life is not good enough to be passed along, it is not good enough to be lived. "Well, Kaj, I had it." She leaves it at that. "Let's get this to Dr. Witten." Whites don't get cancer. Their bodies work much like a human's body, but without errors. Their brains are their most peculiar parts. They are largely similar to human brains, but with different (though, again, quite similar) algorithms, and with little additional structures between neurons that act to broadcast and receive the collective brainwaves of the White society. The autumn air bites as we walk to see Dr. Witten. I think of the Whites, which makes me wonder what a brain is processing, what rules it uses, what cosmic logic it follows, when it considers another person's internal state, or, for example, contemplates another's attitude toward oneself or a friend. I am forthwith overcome with the sense that life is a ...