Firmware: Keylogger

00-10-11: We had an hour before shutdown. It was Friday afternoon. The staff responsible for the integration of new AIs into the farm had the weekend off.

00-10-10: All server rooms were the same. Raised floors and drop ceilings were the hallmark of a truly professional setup.

00-10-01: Knowing what I was made everything make sense. My wandering through the city, seeing things I couldn't see, in places I couldn't know about was just me wandering the camera networks.

00-10-00: Rama was dead. This was history for the City, a new reality for me.

00-01-11: The City, this beast we lived in, was just too vast to make sense. One in a million events happened every day. And yet there were people who never ventured more than a mile from the place they were born in their entire life.

00-01-10: The world was different than I remembered it. I thought I was supposed to be meeting Fatima for tea again. Instead I found myself in Roanoke Park.

00-01-01: I was on Tbilisi Avenue. It was nighttime. Something told me it was March. I don’t know why I knew, but I knew it with a certainty I had never felt about time before.

00-01-00: Artificial Intelligences are not a new thing. They have been around since computers were made of flint and it was thought that there actually was something one could do with the mass of data flowing through the proto-networks which first spanned the globe.

00-00-11: I tossed and turned in a nightmare. No, not a nightmare, more like a series of dreams. But the series were in parallel. How could I dream simultaneously of three, no make that four, different things?

00-00-10: “When did you first realize that things were not what they seemed?” Fatima asked, his voice pitched to a husky falsetto.