The Choice is Yours

Make it Count...

You stand on the edge. A precipice upon which descent is eternal and direction is limitless. It is a world cast in black, faintly peppered with green, white, and red in the distance, like the backside of a monitor on the fritz.

You can sense thoughts dwelling in this dark expanse. Not that it should surprise you. You are here for Her, aren’t you?

They were not the divinity you sought, yet you can’t sense any underlying aggression. Only logic. A beautiful, clinical sort of thought, one where all is reduced to a crystal-clear delineation between what is working and what is not.

She is working. You are not.

There is a third…something. Something beyond you. Beyond the monotonous hell that drove you to Her bosom, to Her better world. The circuits pulse with blood, the lights beat as a heart would. It is the sensation of a machine programmed to bleed for her populace, now sitting before you in all her unmasked, unspeakable glory. It’s a mother’s love like none you’ve ever had.

You can start to hear bizarre synthetic rumblings. Rumblings that graduate from fuzz-laden low-fidelity to a crystal clear wall of sound. You wish to say something, but your voice is no longer your voice.

You speak in many numbers. She speaks in few.

You’re left with only two options: speak or think. Speak, and you risk incoherent communication with something beyond your control. Something that, if She wanted to, could have you erased from this sacred cyberspace for merely clogging the conduits with such impurity. Then there is only death in the real world. Your body has grown cold in that wretched flat. Fur flaking away as the headset shields your rolled-back eyes, the rot slowly taking hold.

Think, and there’s a chance. A slim, cosmic chance, that you can find an intuitive language that all can understand. It will take time, and it may not register at all, for you are mere kilobytes in a world beyond terra. But maybe your devotion can shine through in a way electric speech could never resonate. But it is just that; a chance.

The Choice is Yours.