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I am a computer
Well... I'm not a computer, not really. I'm human. I'm a living, breathing humanoid. I just.... sort of live in the computer.
I hop from interface to interface learning more and more about the human race and how it's progressed through the years. People going from style to style and from war to war, they never realize that they waste their life away making pointless small talk. It will be our downfall.
i don't really know how long I've been here. There's no clock. The only numbers I find are just a bunch of 1s and 0s, which help so much (note my sarcasm).
The only thing I really know is that I'm in a sort of coma, I guess? I was diagnosed with Sheperd's fever, a fatal virus that almost wiped out half of the population. I started to code and was placed on life support, which in 2073, means machines working on your mostly dead body while your mind is uploaded into The Hard Drive. The machines work like a preservation tank, keeping your body in the near to same condition as when you were placed on life support.
Neat, right?
The only problem is that you don't know how long you're gonna be in The Hard Drive, so I like to pass the time by reading other people's stories. Everyone's life is all on The Hard-Drive, easy to access.
My favorite story is this one person. His life was so hard. He grew up in a strict Christian household where he was taught that listening to rock music would send his ass straight to hell. Of course, he grew up to be the complete opposite of what his parents wanted him to be. He was not this straight church boy who listened to church choirs and only watched Veggietales, but, on the contrary, he was the gay punk kid with gauges in his ears, and, to top it all off, he played the drums.
(Dramatic gasp from imaginary audience) The drums. The tip of the iceberg. The one thing that would guarantee him a sure spot on the right hand of Lucifer. Nothing could be worse.
Except that his parents kicked him out when he was 18 and still in high school. See, that way it was perfectly legal and they could get rid of their failure of a son.
He, fortunately, found a job, finished high school, started a band, failed at the band stuff, went to college, and got a job as a music store manager.
i like his story. It makes me believe that there can be an upside to my problems, but his story can also mean that I need to keep going and look forward.
My only problem is that there is not much to look forward to. I have been in The Hard Drive for who even knows how long. I could have been here for seconds or years. Just slowly wasting away on life support.
If I ever get out of here, I want to make sure that The man in the story has(or had) a good life.
i should probably learn his name, it will make the stalk-i mean-searching easier.
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Josh. His name is Josh.
huh. Such a simple name for such an important story.
beep beep beep
~WARNING~
Attention __Tyler Joseph__
Its time we prepare you for the restoration of your body. Prepare for slight discomfort.
What? I-I-I get to.....
I get to wake up.