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Everyone in Silico v2 - Unknown

Everyone in Silico v2 - Unknown

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1Jim Monroe
Everyone In Silico
 by Jim Munroe
Originally published by No Media Kings and Four Walls EightWindows in 2002, this e-book version came out in 2004. Thiswork is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution- NonCommercial-ShareAlike License. To view a copy of thislicense, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/1.0/or send a letter to Creative Commons, 559 Nathan Abbott Way,Stanford, California 94305, USA. If you haven’t already, you should swing bywww.nomediakings.org — more free e-books, ways to buy the paper editions, info about my other projects and resources for do-it-yourself publishing await you there. I also love letters, sofeel free to feedback at jim@nomediakings.org.
This .pdf version was created by Jim Younkinemail:younkin3@yahoo.com
2Everyone In Silico3Jim Monroe
hen Paul sat down on the bench, the young man moved over a bit without looking at him. His gaze was xed on something in thesky.Paul crossed his arms and looked down the tracks.The young man made a quiet noise. Paul looked at him, and thenfollowed the young man’s eyes up. All Paul saw were the gleaming buildings of Frisco’s business district, several stretching higher thanthe eye could register.“Yeah, they’ve built them big here,” Paul said. “They’re not justscraping the sky — they go up forever.”The young man looked at him for the rst time. Paul’s face wasan indistinct blur of features, his suit fashionably cut. “Oh...” theyoung man said, looking up again. “No, I was watching the ad.” He pointed at the empty sky.Paul turned the dial on his watch, and the blue sky turned into
4Everyone In Silico5Jim Monroea giant man running through a forest with a six-pack of Pepsistrapped to his head. The buildings obscured some of the ad.The man stopped, pulled off a can, and opened it. Ah, yes,” Paulsaid. He noticed movement to his left — a giant panda with afedora was parachuting to the ground. Paul recognized the pandaas the mascot for an insurance company. He turned the knob onhis watch and both waving panda and Pepsi ad disappeared. Theyoung man was looking at him.“So you guys still wear the scramblefaces, even here,” theyoung man said.Paul shrugged. “You get used to it. Same as the ties.”The young man looked at his own tie. “Yeah. I never thoughtI’d get used to it,” he said, twisting it around like a noose. “Butyou do.”Paul laughed, looked down the tracks. Far off in the distancethere was a trolley car almost too tiny to see.“If you don’t mind me asking,” the young man said.Paul looked back, his face a urry of faces, a cipher.“Uh, it’s none of my business,” said the young man. “But...”he pointed to Paul’s watch. “If you’re platinum, why are youtaking the trolley car?”“Oh,” Paul laughed. “I just enjoy it. Clears my head. Givesme time to think.”“I see,” the young man said, the blank look on his faceclearly communicating that he didn’t.Paul started to look back at the approaching trolley car.“I’m actually silver,” blurted the young man.Paul looked back at the young man, who was smoothing hishair back.“Lot of people assume I’m bronze, because I take the trolleycar. But it’s just that I can’t port. There’s a technical glitch.”“Really?” Paul said. “That’s too bad.” He got up. The youngman jumped up too.“Yeah, check this out. I’m going to try to port home,” theyoung man said. “Watch.”The young man turned into a black silhouette of himself.Around the edges of the silhouette, light and image bentinwards.“Wow,” said Paul, stepping away. “That looks bad.”The young man returned, his face agitated. “I know. It onlyhappens when I try to port, though. Otherwise, I’m ne. Theysay it should clear up soon.”Paul nodded.The trolley car stopped, and the doors opened.It was never good to work on an empty stomach, but Nicky had procrastinated to the point where there was no other choice. 
 At least I’m just hungry, not hungry and wet,
Nicky thoughtas she wandered down Commercial Drive, welcoming the sunon her face like a long-lost friend. The rainy season was over:Vancouver had nally shucked off winter’s grey cloak and thestrip of stores and restaurants seemed cleaner, newer, reecting Nicky’s small smile back at her.“Nicholas!” said someone coming out of the Safeway.“Hey, JK,” Nicky said, turning. “Little shopping?”JK lifted his bulging bags as he backed away. “Lottashopping. Gotta go. Like the new cut. Looks like an octopus issitting on your head.”Nicky smiled and shook her thin ponytails. “Why thanks,Joseph Kindertoy.” She tried not to stare at his bags as she wavedgoodbye.

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