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DayBreak Fiction: “She’s All Light”, v2

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She’s All Light

LaShawn M. Wanak

 

Inevitably oneas an editorwill often get several stories using the same concept (and possibly even more so when one edits a themed anthology). Yet, as the saying goes: ‘it’s not the idea (or concept) that counts, but what you do with it.’ This is almost literally so with personality uploads: if (some would say when) they work: what are we going to do with them? In “Fembot” the military application has some surprisiingly humane consequences, while here in “She’s All Light” our protagonist questions the humane consequences of the commercial application.

Also, the story, like life itself, is full of paradoxes. For one: the more connected we are, the more self-centred we seem to become: the idea being that the world should not come closer to you, but you should come closer to the world.

Another paradox: as the real world becomes more enhanced, and the virtual world becomes more real, one would expect that the transition between the two would be easier. But, as “She’s All Light” but all too aptly demonstrates, it depends…


Good morning. Today is Tuesday, June 22, 2049. The time is 7:15am. Today’s forecast is partly cloudy with highs in the upper 70s.

You have 4 new messages in your mailbox. Two are labeled ‘Urgent’.

There are no appointments in your calendar.

There are no high priority items in your tasklist.

You have 4,327 users logged onto your site. Your Ranking Score is 52,288.

The soft, disembodied voice of the StatAlarm tugs you out of a dream of warm mud and sticky jello. You struggle to recapture it, but it’s gone, baby, gone, so you command the SensoBlinds to rise up, flooding light into the studio.

The old Asian lady doing tai chi in her apartment gives you a solemn nod as you head towards the shower. You used to have a camera trained on her window across the alley; her pursed lips at your nakedness always brought in a few snarky comments. She’s used to it now, just like everyone else. You only do it nowadays to keep your rankings in the mid-range.

After the shower, you dig in your closet for a polyester shirt, tight bellbottoms and black leather pumps. A popsicle-orange boa drapes around your neck for effect—Neicy thinks it’s all retrofad, but even she admits you can pull it off. You pick your hair out to a thistledown puff, apply some silver and green eyeshadow, then strike a pose.

>Rocco: Ah yeah thats whut I talkin BOUT!!!

>Pixie22: dose colours dont match. lose the boa

>BlueZig: ShaZAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!

>Peggy95: you look nice. You’re not going to wear the beret then? Continue reading

DayBreak Fiction: “She’s All Light”

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She’s All Light

LaShawn M. Wanak

 

Inevitably oneas an editorwill often get several stories using the same concept (and possibly even more so when one edits a themed anthology). Yet, as the saying goes: ‘it’s not the idea (or concept) that counts, but what you do with it.’ This is almost literally so with personality uploads: if (some would say when) they work: what are we going to do with them? In “Fembot” the military application has some surprisingly humane consequences, while here in “She’s All Light” our protagonist questions the humane consequences of the commercial application.

Also, the story, like life itself, is full of paradoxes. For one: the more connected we are, the more self-centred we seem to become: the idea being that the world should not come closer to you, but you should come closer to the world.

Another paradox: as the real world becomes more enhanced, and the virtual world becomes more real, one would expect that the transition between the two would be easier. But, as “She’s All Light” but all too aptly demonstrates, it depends…


Good morning. Today is Tuesday, June 22, 2049. The time is 7:15am. Today’s forecast is partly cloudy with highs in the upper 70s.

You have 4 new messages in your mailbox. Two are labeled ‘Urgent’.

There are no appointments in your calendar.

There are no high priority items in your tasklist.

You have 4,327 users logged onto your site. Your Ranking Score is 52,288.

The soft, disembodied voice of the StatAlarm tugs you out of a dream of warm mud and sticky jello. You struggle to recapture it, but it’s gone, baby, gone, so you command the SensoBlinds to rise up, flooding light into the studio.

The old Asian lady doing tai chi in her apartment gives you a solemn nod as you head towards the shower. You used to have a camera trained on her window across the alley; her pursed lips at your nakedness always brought in a few snarky comments. She’s used to it now, just like everyone else. You only do it nowadays to keep your rankings in the mid-range.

After the shower, you dig in your closet for a polyester shirt, tight bellbottoms and black leather pumps. A popsicle-orange boa drapes around your neck for effect—Neicy thinks it’s all retrofad, but even she admits you can pull it off. You pick your hair out to a thistledown puff, apply some silver and green eyeshadow, then strike a pose.

>Rocco: Ah yeah thats whut I talkin BOUT!!!

>Pixie22: dose colours dont match. lose the boa

>BlueZig: ShaZAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!

>Peggy95: you look nice. You’re not going to wear the beret then? Continue reading