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Before the elevator doors shut, a woman's hand parted them. She held an apologetic smile as she scanned her pod bay authorization card. Before I had the thought, I told her she was pretty and headed in my direction. Through my earpiece, at two times speed, she thanked me, admitting she was having a bad day and was confident she looked it. We still had a few thousand pod bays to travel through, both staying in the remote temps after the flood, but our conversation continued without conscious effort.
Since the release of OpenAIDS 10, most of us talked without producing sound. For me especially, it was a godsend. I could feel how I felt and let OpenAIDS do the rest. Even listening was easy - you could never know what people really meant so OpenAIDS would process the entire intercontext and make it understood without effort. The only bother was calibrating the device and configuring your personality. But Open Artificial Intelligence Device 11 (no one knows what the 'S' is for) was rumored to make that a lot easier.
I was lost in thought as the elevator slowed 10 seconds later. By now I had learned most of Bailey's life. She grew up in Texas. Both of her parents were petroleum engineers. She wanted to like electronic music so she forced herself into familiarity with it but found herself listening to ancient rock more than anything. She worked as a graphics viber after spending a few years as a technical documentation viber, having been educated as an astrophysicist back when the stars were visible from the surface. She had married and divorced young. She fled Texas when most of the southern states outlawed OpenAIDS 6 and above. I could tell by the tone of my voice that I was close to arranging our first date.
As the elevator stopped, a man boarded wearing leather that looked like sheets of oil with spiky metal accents. He was headed to the Whipsaw Concert Cavern, our next stop according to the third dot appearing on the eink wallpaper. His face was painted white except for black on his lips and eyes, and he wore a big wig and shoes with four inch platforms. I felt strange and couldn't put words to it so OpenAIDS presented my inner monologue, we aren't sure if he's an idiot or we're boring.
He's dressed like Gene Simmons, the lead singer of an ancient rock band called KISS. There's a KISS holocover band displaying at The Whipsaw tonight.
We're mostly feeling inadequate and boring now. We're also noticing that Bailey is microexpressing excitement.
The elevator whizzed along again. I didn't hear Gene Simmons say anything, and my conversation with Bailey continued but started experiencing latency spikes. We were talking at one hundred times vocal speeds before Gene Simmons arrived and it was only two times vocal speed now. I started listening to our conversation, "I never liked the yellow loaf but have you tried the blue loaf at Blockbuster Cafe yet?" Bailey replied, "I thought I told you I was a yellowtarian."
By the time I checked my OpenAIDS battery and connectivity, full bars, we were stopping at The Whipsaw. I heard myself say, desperate and misconfigured, "I didn't know this elevator stopped at Halloween." When Bailey didn't laugh, I checked my OpenAIDS status again.
Bailey took Gene's leather-gloved hand as she got off, the three dots on the eink wallpaper turning to one, and we made eye contact for the first and last time as she beamed me a smile through the closing elevator doors.
Her smile was as perfect and joyful as we've ever seen one.
should've included this song. internet fiction should be mixed media too.
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100 sats \ 1 reply \ @sox 35m
It's moments like this that make me think that posts should also have a soundtrack. Never explored a comfortable implementation though.
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100 sats \ 0 replies \ @k00b OP 32m
That'd be neat! Like, the website is a personal DJ, playing the appropriate song as you browse.
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134 sats \ 1 reply \ @OneOneSeven 2h
Brilliant. He has an OpenAIDS 10 and still makes a joke that bad, sheesh
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117 sats \ 0 replies \ @k00b OP 2h
Some fights can't be won even with OpenAIDS.
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100 sats \ 1 reply \ @Scoresby 2h
It's enheartening to think that ancient rock is still cool in the future. Also "viber" is a good term.
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102 sats \ 0 replies \ @k00b OP 1h
Ancient rock will always be cool.
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100 sats \ 0 replies \ @plebpoet 12m
:D
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any personal experience?
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23 sats \ 1 reply \ @k00b OP 1h
yeah my mom worked as a receptionist at an AIDS clinic up to and through my adolescence
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The way people always write, it's like they highlight "something" as if it implies that it's personal.
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10 sats \ 1 reply \ @rafa0x0 1h
This hit way harder than I expected it's funny, eerie, and quietly devastating all at once. The emotional disconnect masked by perfect tech, the latency drop during an emotional moment, the offhand comment that derailed everything it all feels uncomfortably real. Makes you wonder: when we outsource connection to machines, do we lose the ability to feel it ourselves?
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10 sats \ 0 replies \ @k00b OP 1h
You have fullblown OpenAIDS and it isn't even the future yet.
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