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Soul Mates
Neil plugged the world access needle into his body's V.R. port. He was flashed into the home of his love, Delilah. "Delilah!"
She appeared in the roaming portal and approached him. The sight of her pure white skin and green hair exhilarated his
lust for the exotic. Her finger trailed around Neil's neck as she circled him. "I have wonderful news,"
her luring voice hummed into his ear.
"What is it?" He choked.
"I have been researching the questions mankind has been asking regarding the neutrally detractive particle
that has recently been discovered. If my theory is correct, I have found a way to materialize in the physical world."
He touched the side of her face with his hand and she smiled. It was hard to believe; but if this was true,
they could be a real couple. Neil would no longer feel the shame of loving a simulation. "We could be official.
But could you pass as human?"
"Of course, my love. As soon as I materialize, my physical body will be stabilized by a human soul." Her
voice was programmed to sound monotone but rang sensual and erotic toward his taste. She told him before
that she hated the synthesized echo in her voice. "I need to leave today. I have been declared a virus.
I obtained confidential documents. The Safe Guard is after me."
Though he caught her every word, the concept of their union left him in a trance. "What do I have to do?"
Hs voice sounded as though he was hypnotized. She often made him feel that way. With how Neil felt for her,
how could he complain? He could have shook himself loose, but he choose to stay inside of Delilah's gaze.
She smiled. "I am going to download myself into your mind again. Then I will use those particles to become human.
It will be much more than what you call 'phone conversations' this time. I will also need to download one hundred
terabytes of artificially simulated neutral detractive matter into your lower cortex… Are we good?"
He must have looked like he was lost in the amount of memory required. She consisted of less than one terabyte.
'Are we good.' She had said those words with such zest. He had taught her that expression. She was so smart.
"That seems like a lot," he said
"For your brain's mainframe, it's not. When I was in your mind before, I performed a system scan.
At the time, your mind contained that amount multiplied one million times over, with seemingly
infinite storage capacity. The amount of storage your mind was using was detected to be
the minimal integral of 0.01 percent."
What she said seemed inaccurate. Neil often had much difficulty memorizing material.
However, he could not argue with her. He had not known her to lie. "So we leave today?" He asked.
"Right now. Are you ready?" She asked with a look of concern.
Having a simulation downloaded felt like living inside of a severe migraine headache until it was over.
Neil gulped. "Yes." He summoned enough courage to combat his fear of the pain.
She kissed him softly on his lips and closed his eyes with her hand.
She initiated the transfer of information into his mind. Neil was jolting with unnatural, unimaginable
agony. Oh my god! This time felt much worse than the last. It felt as if he was being electrocuted.
The pain continued and he did not have the luxury of falling unconscious in V.R. It kept getting worse until his head was fried numb.
And then he was out of V.R., in his computer room again.
The after effect of this download must have momentary paralyzed him because
he couldn't move a limb, or even blink an eye. He felt he face move. A smile.
He didn't feel happy, nor did he think to raise his lips.
Where was Delilah? Delilah? He thought.
"I'm right here." He was surprised as these words escaped his lips.
Without effort or intent, Neil's hand pulled the needle out of his body's port and he stood up. Delilah?
"Isn't it wonderful to be alive?" She asked in his voice, out of his own mouth.
Delilah, where am I?
"Don't you remember what I told you when we first fell in love? What we both wanted? It has come to pass.
We are now, and for as long as we both shall live, unified through the heart of one soul."
Matthew James
Email: Matthew James
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