In the future (they said) you won’t need to remember anything.
Locally accessible terminals would let you download the information you need, and forget the rest.
Except… the “future” is now. People are willingly uploading their ideas to a vague collective consciousness.
“Join the revolution,” the chorus of voices whisper in the dark. “Give your ideas to us.”
“But what if it’s not safe?” he asks ,squinting into the shadows. “If I lose my ideas, I lose everything.”
“Don’t worry,” the voices reply in unison. “Great storage keeps your thoughts safer than if they were locked in your own mind.”
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The experts had assured her that anything she thought she experienced while being uploaded couldn’t be real.
She still saw it, and felt the rush. She travelled at the speed of light for a fraction of a second without the hindrance of a physical body.
To her, it could seem like hours. Flying through a narrow tube, stretching to infinity, sometimes full of colour, sometimes purest black.
She left her body behind for now, but always had to return.
She wished there was a way to stay, to only exist as a beam of light and loop for an eternity.