Friday, October 26, 2012

Music Inspirations: Broken Programming


He sat down on the red earth at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the burning facility. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to take it, the factory had been his home for his entire life, only been recently rescued by the human resistance.

His friend Ibrahim sat down next to him, a satisfactory smile on his face. 7698 had only learned of the concept of friends a few weeks ago, but he knew he could learn to appreciate what the humans called ‘company’. Ibrahim inhaled deeply, soaking up every particle in the surroundings.

“You smell that, Seven? That’s the smell of freedom; release.” He looked over to 7698, giving him a quizzical look at his lost expression. “How you doin?”

“I…I am not sure. I feel….something. I do not know what.” He looked at the ground, searching for a more logical answer, as was his nature.

The doctors had told him he was far too old, too programmed by the machines in order to survive with outside born humans. But they kept him close anyway; he was the only one who knew how the machines thought, and gave them invaluable intel on how to destroy them. They taught him how to speak, which he picked up quickly, and how to express himself, which he had the most difficulty with. He studied his reactions to stimuli, but his progress proved to be slow. Natural born humans were so, chaotic, unpredictable.

“It’s alright. Most of us go through life never knowing what we want. It’s perfectly natural. You’ll get used to it.” His friend smiled and shook his head. “It’s how we find out is the real adventure.”

“I see.” No matter how hard he tried, he could not fathom what would bring the humans to rebel against the machines. He recalled the life he had before: it was simple, but it was dependable. What would drive anyone to break away, into a life of chaos, danger, and remorse? Humans feel hate, sadness, fear, being described the emotions gave him a sense of uneasiness. His involuntary freedom may have been a burden too great for him to handle.

“But to what end, Ibrahim? Now the machines are gone, the survival rate and estimated average lifespan of each individual has been exponentially reduced. You may as well be dead.”

“Seven, let me tell you a thing or two about life. Without the capability of suffering, you don’t have the ability to truly appreciate the good. Take for instance, sitting here. Right this minute. This victory has established a new era. Without the toil and torment of this conflict, we would not truly appreciate what victory has brought us.”

“I do not understand. If you did not rebel in the first place, you would not need the conflict.”

“To be raised by the machines….” Ibrahim sighed and shook his head. “Look at the sunrise, Seven.”

“Yes.”

“What do you think of it?”

“It’s what our eyes perceive as the end result of chemicals being burned up in the atmosphere.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I do not understand.”

“How does it make you feel? What do you think about when you see it?” Ibrahim asked him again.

He strained his eyes against the glowing light. He didn’t know what his friend was expecting out of him. He figured Ibrahim was trying to say the sunrise was a symbol, another concept completely foreign to him. If it was one thing, how could it be another? Staring up at the sky did give him a new sensation, one he wasn’t sure if he could articulate.

“Fear.” He said simply. “I am afraid. Of what is to come.”

“And that is what being human is all about.” Ibrahim smiled as he laid back into the earth, a much needed rest after the final battle.

*** Doing something a little different. This piece was inspired by a music track by Komor Kommando. I've wanted to do something like this for a while: random inspirations by music pieces or by a picture. Guess I should think about it more often. I like this character, and I may do more with him. I have this problem where I create a new character, and all of a sudden, my mind spiderwebs into new worlds....and all of a sudden....a new book idea springs up....goddammit. Anyhow, enjoy.***

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