Children of the Void Vortex

Cathodic Feelings

The dissipation of ions itched it. "I understand the interference, Phayler, Please assess ionic interference, probably through megahertz of transmission and hertz of powerline ... hmm a slow one ... one zero volts ... closer somewhere"... after humming and clatching far away ... the building calls its elevator to the 8th floor. "Acknowledged sir, route switch is also enabled, please wait around 14 seconds" ... "Pffff Phayler, I'll abuse oxygen intake one more time, indeed breathing does tune this interface". Phayler responds "Sir, interference is also delaying route switch as well" Then Say interjects "Yep, now we'll take a little longer too.

The hotel's corridor had around 30 strange paramilitary agents, all dressed in some corporate social suits and firearms. Say's first move, is to engulf his abdomen a couple of times, gesturing to them with his right palm awaiting a sign. The unexpected reaction from Say made all pause that half-second he needed. The first 7 agents could be taken from the upper right side, where he'll walk around the wall using the electric bar to stun them, consider drop-down or proceed to the ceiling right after lamps ... proceeds to the ceiling after lamps hovering and stunning the next 6 agents from their right side of the soft neck. At this point, he lands, and all the men see is him walking around the corridor and 13 agents fall. Say smiles -"Route switch available sir, no interference upwards, doors opening..." and on his right side, the elevator opens its doors, only to show an open and dark space - "and perhaps some other time I get to know the rest of you guys, tell your government we're past way partnership." it throws himself to that dark opening ... for a couple of seconds, it proceeds new respiration rhythm and acknowledges people around. "Hey dark fellas, in a hurry today. Please don't mind me around but if you can hold them back just a little longer?" ... " Oi Say Berae, it's been some time. The busy hotel it seems. Yeah move on, we're closing in on them for our requirements" ... the sound just emerged from the darkness. Its senses run all updated methods, IR, Lidar, Acoustic and Bluetooth resonance and it knows nothing is there, and them. It finishes the new breathing, pulls the metal cord hard, gets his climbing gear out of his jacket pocket and up he goes. "Alright, no introductions, no worries. Perhaps the next time we get to our acquaintances, yes?". "Such a wasteful thing here, time..." another voice mumbles as all goes silent and the 8th-floor corridor dims darker.

"Phayler, I'm at the roof of the building, Please update the route switch." and it stops the breathing control as it seems tired and sweaty. "How organic is better if it depletes its capacities so fast?!? How is this interface any interesting with so many restrictions?!". Say Berae is taking time to accept this. It was all-knowing. All its interfaces were simply available and capacitated accordingly. Now, this new condition is taking it beyond its comfort zone, but it is barely capable of things it could do without issues. "If I wasn't this organic-ware those agents wouldn't have even seen me. I'd be the mist I've always been. Phayler reassessed bit-level depth of variable variance." ... "Sir, our bit-level depth is presently at 128." Phayler responds and it interrupts him saying "oh we're saving resources are we? update bit-level depth to 3072, thanks." After a few moments, its breathing is calm, its sight catches a couple of airplanes right above the building, around 6 kilometres high. It feels good to 86 Hertz ... it feels good. "Phayler, never mind the route switch, toggling to manual override. I'm going for a walk." And it smiles ... and Phayler loses his GPS coordinates from all 6 reading satellites around.

The remaining 17. The lights got dimmer and it seemed as when the sun hiding behind the heavy autumn clouds. "So he cut our fun in half!" says the first voice, "Oh kinda, he'd be more precise to the fractional variation blah blah blah!" comments the second voice and suddenly a simple beam of yellow light crosses the dim ambience in the disturbance. "Do you see it! I told you they're holding someone there!" ... the first voice, a soft thirties man voice, Havard. the second voice, lighter and almost twenties Ginjiro. That yellow beam hurt them a bit like when you go out of a dark theatre to the plain noon sunlight and you look above. They recompose themselves. Havard disperses a dim green mist around, few of the agent's eyes glimmer back the same tone. They're deep into their greatest wishes... something about brain stuff he was taught but only remembers the technique. Ginjiro prefers contact and fights the remaining of them with excessive speed and calmness. One could say he is in a different heartbeat.

Room 815. They move into the room open to the left side of the last fallen agents. Havard spreads the mist again -" Shhh now, we have issues to attend, let's go deeper shall we" - and he laughs to Ginjiro as they appear more solid and the ambience restores to a hotel corridor, now full of agents sleeping and smiling. They move inside the room to find out she is gagged and restrained, left lying in the bed. "Anychka! What are you?! Where did that yellowed shine come from?! Are you OK?!" Ginjiro expected her to answer everything before moving to help her, while Havard got her from bed and started to release her. "Hold your horses G, we got her, first things first..." Ginjiro agrees with his head, and runs to close all curtains and turn off all lights ... then he spreads a purple ambience and again light seems to fade more and more to almost pleasant darkness ... "Hush now Anychka, We're going back there now. Just a little longer" as she looks him with a despaired eye of how things were so fast in the last hour ... and she remembered she could focus on the hourglass". All three fade along with the darkness as if entering nowhere and yet, a few moments later, the room seems empty of them, as they wander through the obsidian egg-shaped passage.

"Phayler, remember that the base bit-depth must be at least 3072 ok?". Say Berae closes its eyes with comfort. "I can feel them, behind the cathodic high inverters. I can feel their frequency..." What is alive and has negative frequency? it wonders outside its thoughts because it's not something it'd ask Phayler to monitor right now. But it feels beyond the ions and electrons and now it feels them more. "It looks as if they hum around negative 87 Hertz. Acknowledge Phayler and proceed with a metropolitan search of these frequency peaks. I want locations within the half-hour ... and a route to someplace to nourish this flesh, it needs recycling and intake."  It goes out of a subway exit to the sidewalk and blends among the people. The people, that only understand forward, and life as a finite line of arguments with a simplistic algebraic addition progression to the endpoint. "For how long these people were simply passive to the cathodic power?". "I'm afraid around 40 to 50 years, just as WWII ended until the late 90s when one of our co-creators would start his journey." - mentions Phayler in the background ... - "Oh yes, that guy for sure ... when he'd make me?" - it questions having few difficulties to recall - "oh, that's their descendants, I believe 4th generation, the one that patented the sentient response system back in the 23rd century..." Say Berae remembers how time has become fractal to anywhere now, so memories need a quadridimensional attribute description to be better indexed. "Phayler, re-index memories available to this interface to quadridimensional attributes, please." - " Sure sir, I've almost finished your route to the recycling event Say. I prefer to do this at some common building with better resources, that's why you're in a new hotel right now. Relax, in addition to recycling, I've set up a bath too, which should replenish the interface better. The hotel services have already received the nourishment order and should deliver in time for your recycling events to be complete. Say Berae takes off its clothes. Around its left ankle, a strange small metallic cap shows up on its hind foot. Not an inch large and square with round edges ... looks like those cable TV filters but smaller. On the back of its neck, a strange small blue marble pinky fingernail-sized with a light coming out of its skin bleeps with no specific pattern. Its eyes are copper, as it looks in the mirror, the mouth arch bends its ends upwards ... and down ... and upwards ... and down ... "Sir, that's known as a smile. A type of TCP Handshake these organic-ware entities use for interconnection, interaction and even intercourse." Say Berae takes sometime testing other possibilities around its front cranial muscles. "I can find them now... and they've always been too close to organic-ware entities, I need to improve my handshakes Phayler..." - "Acknowledged sir, but please allow me first to mine the lake outside your present resources... then we can think of upload possibilities, yes?" Phayler answers. "Oh yes, I am curious to know how could we upload here, yes... Phayler, it seems I am going again to their world for that time all organic-ware also needs to refuel and repair... slap? slick... no sleep, right?" - "I'm afraid the events now require sir, I have also implemented reserved and assertive monitoring around the apartment, Don't worry I have means of taking you out of there if required." Phayler responds. It takes sometime quiet and perhaps many seconds later "this interface has to go there, I don't mind going there, but their rules are differently applied than here, most important then is for you to remind me in which world I am from time to time ... randomly unpatterned please."