CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
storage
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He had a big room at first, in the complex. It was nice. He had a lot of possessions from his life there. Even some old paper books. All the other rooms were connect to it through corridors and there was a large common area for all of them to mix. They did so quite often, at first. They would talk about their old lives and sing songs and such. It was nice.
Sometimes he'd bring someone back to his room and they would have sex or play video games. He liked doing both these things, with male and female residents. But eventually he grew bored. He'd done it with all of them, or all willing to do it, many, many times. There was nothing left to discover. The others were bored too.
He spent more and more time alone.
Some days he'd think of going to the common area. But it was less stressful to just stay in bed and watch old tv shows and read. Of coures he got bored of these things too.
Time passed.
Years passed.
When they reduced the size of his room he didn't even notice at first. There was a message explaining it but he had forgotten the flashing light meant there was a new message. It said then had so many people stored in the complex now that they needed more space. The common area had been removed too because it was never used. It said to visit others within the complex you would have to travel through other rooms as the corridors were also being removed. This might not have all happened at once. They might have gradually reduced the space over many years. It was just that all the years merged into one eventually.
His possessions started to disappear. He hadn't look at any for a while. But he still wondered where they were. His room seemed to still be getting smaller. Maybe they were under his bed.
Eventually his room was just a bed. He would never leave it again.
It's not like he had to go to the toilet or anything. He almost laughed, remembering when humans had to go to the toilet. Nanobots took care of that now.
He was just lying in a bed forever in silence. He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to have another person in that bed, or anywhere near him. He did feel lonely, when he thought. He would remember what life had once been and what it would never be again and cry.
They gave no warning before they removed his brain from his body.
One day he just existed as a being of pure thought. He was suspended in some substance. He knew somehow what had happened. His body wasn't needed anymore. He was still alive as a brain. Forever.
He wondered what it would have been like if he hadn't taken the immortality treatments. What the point was of staying alive now, with Earth so overpopulated that people had to be stored like this. Would he be better off dead? He's always been scared of death.
But in the long times when he didn't think at all, he was essnetially dead. His memories seemed to be fading. All he could recall was being a brain in a substance...
Then he started to hear others thoughs. Not his own. He knew what it was. Others in storage. The brains had been piled one top of the other now. He wondered how many there were. Millions...
And somehow their thoughts were mingling. He was losing his own identity even more. He wasn't lonely anymore...but this was worse. There was nothing left of him....
He was becoming something more. THEY were becoming something more...
And somehow, their thoughts reached out and touched those of the living on the surface world. And they realised they could take possession of those bodies and move around in them....
Alive again. In new skin. Skin they could use and abuse.
The orgies of sex and violence began. They would destroy one body utterly then jump to another. Sometimes he lost track of which body he was in, he semeed to jump between them all or be in them all at once. They were a collection of human flesh now.
But they needed more.
They steered the Earth towards the stars. It was now a vessel of the once human.
They would turn the stars themselves to their will. Pure thought. One universe. Immortal.
Forever.
Or was hie still just a brain in a jar, dreaming?
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He had a big room at first, in the complex. It was nice. He had a lot of possessions from his life there. Even some old paper books. All the other rooms were connect to it through corridors and there was a large common area for all of them to mix. They did so quite often, at first. They would talk about their old lives and sing songs and such. It was nice.
Sometimes he'd bring someone back to his room and they would have sex or play video games. He liked doing both these things, with male and female residents. But eventually he grew bored. He'd done it with all of them, or all willing to do it, many, many times. There was nothing left to discover. The others were bored too.
He spent more and more time alone.
Some days he'd think of going to the common area. But it was less stressful to just stay in bed and watch old tv shows and read. Of coures he got bored of these things too.
Time passed.
Years passed.
When they reduced the size of his room he didn't even notice at first. There was a message explaining it but he had forgotten the flashing light meant there was a new message. It said then had so many people stored in the complex now that they needed more space. The common area had been removed too because it was never used. It said to visit others within the complex you would have to travel through other rooms as the corridors were also being removed. This might not have all happened at once. They might have gradually reduced the space over many years. It was just that all the years merged into one eventually.
His possessions started to disappear. He hadn't look at any for a while. But he still wondered where they were. His room seemed to still be getting smaller. Maybe they were under his bed.
Eventually his room was just a bed. He would never leave it again.
It's not like he had to go to the toilet or anything. He almost laughed, remembering when humans had to go to the toilet. Nanobots took care of that now.
He was just lying in a bed forever in silence. He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to have another person in that bed, or anywhere near him. He did feel lonely, when he thought. He would remember what life had once been and what it would never be again and cry.
They gave no warning before they removed his brain from his body.
One day he just existed as a being of pure thought. He was suspended in some substance. He knew somehow what had happened. His body wasn't needed anymore. He was still alive as a brain. Forever.
He wondered what it would have been like if he hadn't taken the immortality treatments. What the point was of staying alive now, with Earth so overpopulated that people had to be stored like this. Would he be better off dead? He's always been scared of death.
But in the long times when he didn't think at all, he was essnetially dead. His memories seemed to be fading. All he could recall was being a brain in a substance...
Then he started to hear others thoughs. Not his own. He knew what it was. Others in storage. The brains had been piled one top of the other now. He wondered how many there were. Millions...
And somehow their thoughts were mingling. He was losing his own identity even more. He wasn't lonely anymore...but this was worse. There was nothing left of him....
He was becoming something more. THEY were becoming something more...
And somehow, their thoughts reached out and touched those of the living on the surface world. And they realised they could take possession of those bodies and move around in them....
Alive again. In new skin. Skin they could use and abuse.
The orgies of sex and violence began. They would destroy one body utterly then jump to another. Sometimes he lost track of which body he was in, he semeed to jump between them all or be in them all at once. They were a collection of human flesh now.
But they needed more.
They steered the Earth towards the stars. It was now a vessel of the once human.
They would turn the stars themselves to their will. Pure thought. One universe. Immortal.
Forever.
Or was hie still just a brain in a jar, dreaming?
