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Quantum Prosthetics

Quantum Prosthetics

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Published by jason_fink

So the Singularity happened. All because a guy lost his arm... :::

This is the first draft of the first 3 chapters of this book. It's written in a completely different style than I'm used to. A guy loses his arm, which accidentally leads to the first Artificial Intelligence.

So the Singularity happened. All because a guy lost his arm... :::

This is the first draft of the first 3 chapters of this book. It's written in a completely different style than I'm used to. A guy loses his arm, which accidentally leads to the first Artificial Intelligence.

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Published by: jason_fink on Nov 17, 2012
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Quantum Prosthetics
By Jason Fink
CHAPTER 1
Surprisingly enough, the Singularity didn't start with theinternet. It started with an amputee.And his name was Dack.Once upon a time, Dack was born. He slid into the worldwith a minimum of fuss, for which his mother was exceedinglygrateful. He was a he and not a she, not an it, not at allconfused by anything but the cold bright air that pounced on himsuddenly. He cried a bit, sucked a bit, pooped a bit. Beforelong, he was off to a university.The middle bits were unimportant, really. So was theuniversity where he’d decided to go, and eventually went. Theuniversity would have most likely been fairly unimportant aswell, except that’s where he lost his hand.Not that he actually lost it. He knew perfectly well whereit had gotten off to, not that he’d had any say in the matter.His hand had meandered off one evening while the rest of hisbody had been doing the overly-hormonal boy thing, that is tosay showing off for some girls in the hopes of getting laid.The problem with hormones and boys and girls and sleeplessnights spent trying to prove that they were deep and meaningfulby calling it themselves Dawn Patrol and spinning some taleabout how meaningful the sea is and adding alcohol to the mix;the problem, one might say, is that in this mix there lies agreat abundance of stupidity.And lo, did Dack drink of the never ending flagon oftemporary idiocy, and he found it good. For a moment at least.
 
He was very pleased with himself for having found a way to scalea razor-wire topped fence so that he could get to the other sideand let the aforementioned girls (and, truth be told, boys whohad happened to also want to be a part of the late night overlyhormonal Dawn Patrol stupid fest) let the minor horde of peoplehe called friends into the fenced-off outdoor pool for a bit ofskinny dipping.He was counting on debauchery and he was counting on beingthought of as impressive and he was counting on one of the girls(and there was one particular girl, though, truth again be told,he knew that she was a woman) to have decided that she woulddrink from the Flagon of Idiocy and choose him.What he wasn’t counting on was, upon reaching the top ofthe aforementioned razor-wire was the likelihood that he mightslip. And, of course, he did slip.This was not how he lost his hand.This was, however, how the girl (woman, his mind prodded)decided to drink from the Flagon of Stupidity and perhaps helpDack, who had fallen and twisted his ankle but still managed tolet the minor horde of people who he knew of as friends into thepool area. He had done so without much complaint but with anoverly exaggerated limp, and this woman had decided to stay bypoor brave, foolhardy Dack’s side and help nurse his bruisedankle and not-as-bruised ego.This was where Dack and Jova met and where the first sparkof love embered up and would most likely have blossomed into theheat of sex fire if the guard dogs that no one had reallynoticed had not chosen to show up right about then. Not thatthe dogs had actually done the choosing, it was the owner andmanager of the apartment complex who, tired of college kidsbreaking into and using the pool of his swanky apartment complexthat was filled with tenants who liked to swagger and use words

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