Reckless Digitization

(In a data labyrinth, you access a long forgotten memory.  You see through the eyes of another, with their memories already attached!)

Does the sunlight truly sneak away faster than it comes?  Seems that way.  Makes sense.  I have been guilty of clocking out early myself, a time or two!  Time enough for idle thoughts.  Anyway, the sun was on its way out.

From behind a sliding door, a figure strode with confidence into the dusty street.  From my perspective, a wondrous individual!  Hard to describe, because some of what adorned him was decorative, and some was technological.  As it was fundamentally unknown to me, I had no appreciation of its purpose, but one doohickey in particular would whir and click occasionally, and beeped at me ferociously once.  

“Nazarii?  It is done,” he said simply.  “Thank you,” I replied.  “And 60,000 was it, sir?”
“Yes,” he answered pleasantly.  “My materials were around 20,000.”  He completed the transaction of the sentient nano cloud, SUMMON GRID ARMOR MK IV in exchange for 60,000 Cr.  “You know, you should be very careful who you ask to make your clouds.  I’m not sure if you are aware of how rare that one is.  An unscrupulous person could have merely absconded with it, and retired a wealthy man.”

“Thank you for the advice,”  I answered.  “I was aware, but as I am alone, I had no choice but to trust the universe.  It appears my trust was well placed!”

The man seemed to be very pleased by that, and he beamed.  His doohickey whirred approvingly.

Blitzing is a way of thinking.  I am able to do without effort, that which is nearly impossible for the people who hire me to do, alone.  This man had blessed me with the skills that took him a lifetime to learn.  And he had blessed me again when he declined the opportunity for stolen but instantaneous wealth.  In the darkening twilight, I wanted to return the favors, if I could.  

“Indeed, I do thank you beyond your craft, sir.  Please, if you need anything blitzed, let me know.  An artifact, data, a weapon, whatever crazy thing this world might need.  I blitzed toast once.”  

He laughed and I laughed, too.

“I will remember that, thank you,” he smiled as he waved after me.  

And once again, I was gone, into the grid, in a flash of reckless digitization.




Please find this persistent digital memory read by me below.  The words are always my own.

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