Author : Gavin L. Perri
Sometimes I wake in cyberspace and remember the wizened words of the old man, â€˜When I was a one year old we didnâ€™t have self-evolving tutorial programs, we had to learn by listeningâ€™. I try to picture what he looked like but all I get are a series of ones and zeroes, the discussion we had at eight, however, stays with me â€˜Back when I was a lad we didnâ€™t have spatial displacers, we had to walk everywhere we wentâ€™. Walking is such an abstract thought.
His words at my twelfth birthday for some reason stay with me â€˜Pah! A telepathic communicator, when I was your age I used a mobile phoneâ€™ I create a simple program that recreates the genome of the old man but it does not show the creases on his age-old hands and it does not recreate our last conversation â€˜When I was fourteen years of age we didnâ€™t need time travel to find out about history, we just used the internetâ€™. These words play around in front of me as I contemplate them. I will never hear the old man again, my program does not respond to wavelengths of sound and he never learnt to telepathically communicate.