Post by The Puppeteer on Oct 3, 2005 23:12:27 GMT -5
Command Line:
D:\My Memory\A_L\Notes\Who_Am_I.txt
Opening Who_Am_I.txt . . .
Success. Who_Am_I.txt reads:
Hello. I am the one they call 'The Puppeteer.' I have created this record so that those of you who want to know of me can have their wish be granted.
Long, long ago, I was but a normal man. I traveled the streets with my marionettes to entertain and teach those who had interest in what I had to show them. I grew famous, and soon enough my name was forgotten, and I was remembered only as 'The Puppeteer.'
I began to grow old, and at the age of eighty-nine, I realized that my time was almost up. I went to an expert in life expansion, and payed every coin I had ever earned making my marionettes dance for my customers, in exchange for immortality. And thus, he agreed to build my machine.
The machine he built would use my static brain activity to act as an everlasting brain, and would have full control over my body. I would see, speak, hear, and think through the mainframe that would reside above the puppet that I would have once called my own body.
I agreed, and the construction was under way. By age ninety-six, I felt the last moments of my life creeping up on me. The machine had been built two years earlier, so I went to its foundation and plugged myself in, so to speak.
The process of removing my legs for lack of further use was relatively painless, as I had already fallen into deep sleep aboard the massive contraption. Through the life signs that were recorded by the machine itself, I learned that I had passed away at approximately 12:44 A.M. December 10th, 2067. By 12:52, I was awakened, my body no longer in pain, my thoughts flowing as freely as they had in my former life. I thought as though I was afraid, but I felt no churning in my loins, for my body was now a mass of alloys, plates, wires, chips, and switches.
In the center of my massive structure, there lay the bloodless, preserved torso of my past life, now a puppet, my own puppet.
This data record was created at 7:21 P.M. December 19th, 2067.
Signed,
A. L., The Puppeteer.
End of text.
Closing Who_Am_I.txt . . .
Success. Returning to Command.
Command Line:
D:\Sleep.exe
Running Sleep.exe . . .
Goodnight, Mr. L.
D:\My Memory\A_L\Notes\Who_Am_I.txt
Opening Who_Am_I.txt . . .
Success. Who_Am_I.txt reads:
Hello. I am the one they call 'The Puppeteer.' I have created this record so that those of you who want to know of me can have their wish be granted.
Long, long ago, I was but a normal man. I traveled the streets with my marionettes to entertain and teach those who had interest in what I had to show them. I grew famous, and soon enough my name was forgotten, and I was remembered only as 'The Puppeteer.'
I began to grow old, and at the age of eighty-nine, I realized that my time was almost up. I went to an expert in life expansion, and payed every coin I had ever earned making my marionettes dance for my customers, in exchange for immortality. And thus, he agreed to build my machine.
The machine he built would use my static brain activity to act as an everlasting brain, and would have full control over my body. I would see, speak, hear, and think through the mainframe that would reside above the puppet that I would have once called my own body.
I agreed, and the construction was under way. By age ninety-six, I felt the last moments of my life creeping up on me. The machine had been built two years earlier, so I went to its foundation and plugged myself in, so to speak.
The process of removing my legs for lack of further use was relatively painless, as I had already fallen into deep sleep aboard the massive contraption. Through the life signs that were recorded by the machine itself, I learned that I had passed away at approximately 12:44 A.M. December 10th, 2067. By 12:52, I was awakened, my body no longer in pain, my thoughts flowing as freely as they had in my former life. I thought as though I was afraid, but I felt no churning in my loins, for my body was now a mass of alloys, plates, wires, chips, and switches.
In the center of my massive structure, there lay the bloodless, preserved torso of my past life, now a puppet, my own puppet.
This data record was created at 7:21 P.M. December 19th, 2067.
Signed,
A. L., The Puppeteer.
End of text.
Closing Who_Am_I.txt . . .
Success. Returning to Command.
Command Line:
D:\Sleep.exe
Running Sleep.exe . . .
Goodnight, Mr. L.