Murdersphere Mosaic [ManXMan] [BoyXBoy]

Chapter 9 Part 3 Living A Life Refurbished

The memories are vivid, detailed, and personal, oh so personal.

I remember being old, elderly, body failing by the year, propped up with medicine, exercise, and gumption, still working because the world had become increasingly expensive and retiring seemed daunting and of reach.

And then comes hope: migration, a supposedly new technology to allow a consciousness to exist on a biological and solid-state neural network, and then coax the the consciousness to live on the solid state device by removing the biological network.

The technology is new. The legalities are still being hashed out. I am desperate. I take out one of the first "Immortality Loans," and I mortgage my future as an early commercial adopter of the technology.

I am happy until I am to make a special trip to the company's Vancouver, British Columbia for maintenance. My idyllic new life is nearly scuttled as I am forced to undergo a procedure that results in psionic abilities. I learn that the technology I owe for my immortality and power is not locally developed. I am part of a technological uplift, a precursor to the invasion and annexaton of my Earth. But, the planet needs to be made economically viable first.

However, one of the players becomes greedy. They begin kidnapping migrants and start selling us as bio-computers.

Even then, I had access to interstitial space. We did not call it "interstitial space" we called it "blackspace."

So, this profit-taking faction wants to sell me, and I run. I do not know how to travel between alternate Earths. There is no where I know of outside of the Solar System to run to. So I stay on Earth, camping, hiding, keeping my head down. 

Of, course though, they catch me. I am preparing to travel someplace. I have met with someone I considered a friend. I step into interstitial space on their property, a trap springs. I don't even percieve it in time to evade. I am rendered unconscious.

I wake up in a nightmare. I am outside of my android body. I am blind, and deaf, all I can feel is pressure. Walls, floor, and ceiling pressing my brain box with increasing force. I push back telekinetically, keeping them at bay, but the force is continuous and taxing. I am bleeding, vitality flowing out, leaving the senstaition that long long absent veins have been sliced open and the drain. The walls were somehow immune anything I can do. I feel like I am dying. I am desperate and am forced to pull to pull vitality from the white void the space between alternate Earths.

I feel a measure of relief, but then the pressure increases again, exponentially it seems. My brainbox creaks and deforms. I scream, locked in the nightmare, flailing, lashing out indiscriminately. The pressure is endless. I cannot get out. I am held in from transitioning into whitespace, and blackspace. I cannot reach anyone. I cannot get out. I could not get out. I cannot even concieve how to get out. I push and push and push and then I cross a psychological threshold and fear becomes anger, and anger becomes concentrated hate.

I am anger, fury, and power. If I am about to die, it is not going to be pretty or easy for anyone involved.

For a moment, the bottom drops out of the world. There is only pain, but the blindness lifts. I could see the vast white void, black negative stars twinkling in the sickly pale white emptiness. A vast negative space studded with dots of darkness. 

Fluffs of telepathic awareness brush against me. Insanity either pushing me past my limits or conjuring hallucinations. Fluffs of possible recognition fill my mind, each one feeling like me, bits of me, but different. Copies of me.

Licensed copies? They did that too, make copies and sell them, more slaves. More violations.  I can feel them. The walls return bringing pressure pain, bleeding. I cannot not see them. I can only see the void and feel the copies.