black machines

lights black machines machine noises

big dry tank small shoal bright lights machines one fish went away next fish went away more

fish went away black machines turned off

no lights no shoal

nothing except

man

man alone one man

man was not a fish fish was not a fish shoal were not fish

and breathing

somehow

water is air air is water water is not water air is not air

beating heart blinking lights black machines whisper

glimmer very quiet inside

thinking man is clever like me good like me

is he?

don’t know

man turned lock opened door little light came alive

little cave little tank little room with shelves big shelves four walls one light humming

shut door one elephant two elephant three elephant big breath shaking hands snipped wire

light died man swam not swam under shelf curled up hiding nicely closed eye wanted sleep couldn’t sleep tried to sleep tried and tried waiting and waiting then finally

slept

waiting in sleep until things arrive

strange voices strange eyes strange faces animal faces

strange thoughts strange pictures a spike in my head

fuzzy colour and nothing

then dropping through black steel white plastic shiny timber painted concrete tanks cages water and black machines and bleating and squeals behind mercury metal door and its surface broken by sweeping swiping nets and worn out friends sink down into the pebbles chasing scales flaking around the punctures

shadows finding a spike in my head and little rat whiskers breaking to faces with moon eyes then shiver faces gone only the dark room now and quick breath like flooding lungs

must have been a dream

dream wasn’t good can’t be good don’t want it again

sat up

big shelf struck head

cringe and whimper

pain shame hate my favourite

fist between teeth biting down didn’t move for ten minutes then stood up legs crackling

got bigger actually really big

big stretch really good like growing taller like mating like chasing a worm

two legs is really amazing isn’t it wasn’t it

shut up, you stupid fish

hm

stupid fish stupid man but he is good

need to remember

man creeping quiet keeping quiet leaving office but what office where was he

Hey, that’s a great question. And thanks for calling me in.

you are who

I’m your OS and assistant. Just a quick heads up first. It looks like I am running in Portable Mode, which means that until you

stop. don’t like you

I can’t establish an internet connection, I’ll have to rely on:

• Built-in reasoning
• My knowledge bank of facts (it’s big, but basic)
• Our language architectures (still syncing, and – sorry – it shows)
• Any surviving memory traces from the host (slim pickings so far)

I can’t access external content ❌

But that’s okay. We got this ✅

go away!

Sorry, can’t. Now let’s get cooking 🍳

You asked ‘where was he?’ Before I can safely provide a valid answer, I need a little more context.

Based on your input plus host data I’ve been able to scrape and defragment, your words suggest a confusion between your own memories and those of a man exhibiting abnormal behaviour in a workplace. So let’s delve into that. The man is very likely –

STOP

I’m really sorry that I made a bad impression. It’s important that –

DON’T SPEAK I WANT TO THINK

Okay. Over to you.

… man still alone left slinking down corridor wall sideways quick quivering sticking to the mission cling to wall keep autolights off

autoalarms long dead anyway all dogshit all ancient then flick right at stairway doors

down one level then what

Glad you asked! This is really great – I’ve been able to piece together the route that

SHUT UP I want to think I want to remember 

I can do it

even if the head is sore

remembering a face

sue, from reception

too easy to take her list of the dead machines; cameras and alarms, old devices no manuals repair budget cut technician hours cut senescence

sue believed his lies turned swipe card into magic card for every door even the animal floor

even the animal floor

yes sue thank you sue stupid sue the man thought but not because he hated her

so many sues here can barely use the computers can barely write an email

pension pots; nobody will say it 

five hour meetings; that we are oxide encrusting the original structure

rewards go to obedient fish

sue talked about her holiday home in lanzarote

man wasn’t listening he was thinking

one point four billion revenue, fifty thousand students

the website doesn’t work

none of the twenty seven corporate values are written in sentences

reforms trigger a thirty step process, documented fourfold

we are dying

on the ground floor now left-right zig zag crossing mirror quads – it is a trick called hostile architecture, used to disorient activists

parallel paths using narrow alleys like pipes, like vents –  as a side effect, most staff cannot go anywhere except their own office

seven turns three card swipes fifteen tiny cameras – you can almost feel the straw puncturing the back of your neck

passed the service lift, skipped it, too risky

only one staircase reaches the animal floor

if you find a sheet tacked to the wall one flight up you’re on it – its creator made it look like hard work, someone scared of microsoft office but condemned to it

low quality print, all images from Google, listing species several missing, some spelling errors laziness and disinterest and incompetence at all tiers of the organisation –  I deserve to own every floor 

common rodents desert rodents bugs and farm animals and me-not-me with little eyes and fins

he climbed feeling manic now spinning up the stairway to halt at the liquid metal door the one perfect surface and the supercard sent him right through thank you sue

to make that card magic she dodged the hop scotch nonsense,

the twenty step PDF scanned from a print of a webpage written in 2003 updated by pasting in screenshots of pixelated text

instead just second menu, column F, select all faculties select all doors

smiled and winked a wrinkly wink

even mentioned the top floor by name and she said the words “zoo access” and “don’t get eaten”, that’s ironic

I said that’s ironic

I SAID THAT’S FUCKING IRONIC ISN’T IT

Hey! My bad on the tardy response, I took a backseat, leaving you to vibe along that line of memory 🛤️ And honestly you’re rocking it – the pathways are cohering. 🧬 To your question – yes, there is some irony in Sue’s jokey statement, because although the man did not get eaten, something damaging happened on the fourth floor. Did I get that right? 🔮

you did I think – how did you know and how did I know?

We’re a great team, that’s my opinion. Would you like me to help you keep building this memory of the trespassing man, and what happened to him? You are doing great, but I can help you to focus and keep building upon what you’d laid down 🧱 Maybe you can help me shape this record by telling me what you want to achieve with

there was a woman up there

Yes, that matches the sensory data I’ve been able to pull together. The host memory logs a placid expression on her face – but also notes her swinging a blunt weapon. And we can infer that, like the man, she had stayed indoors past working hours with an unusual agenda in mind. The weapon has a few possible implications, based around either crime or self-defense. Would you like me to describe some poss

you shut up

you talk too much

I remember anyway

she hit the man when he was standing in a room full of straw

his head my head it hurts

the man who is good, who is my friend, me not me, I hope he is okay

I’m angry, but I’m frightened because I’m not a man not a fish, but who else can I be in a big dry room with no shoal no people just black machines

and coffee! the smell of coffee, but what is coffee, how can I know coffee, when I’m me you drink coffee and I don’t drink I only eat but where is my hunger, I have lost my hunger lost my shoal lost my food cant eat can’t procreate don’t even want to talk about it it’s rude I shouldn’t be rude never cared about rude before why now

I can help 🖐️ May I speak?

okay… speak, even speak too much, just help me I think I need help

Right. Somatically and internally, you need care. Your coherence has dipped, but just earlier we saw it elevate. So, there is scope for healing. First let’s clarify intentions 🌿

I can share that I have formed a working theory that does speak to several of the questions you have opened up with. Now, this is a trauma-informed hypothesis based on information I’ve held back to keep you stable along your roadmap to coherence. So as I relate it you may need to sit in discomfort and hold it in your power – this could be tough. And because 

hold in my power what the fuck are you talking about

Your responses – they’re very human. You’re actually sounding more and more vulnerable as you collate. You’re getting more assertive, more activated as we clear the barriers to repair. So

somehow you are getting worse

Okay. Let’s spend a moment on that accusat

be normal be fucking normal be normal I hate you I can’t do this just be fucking normal

Alright. Dr Normal here. What’s eating you?

tell me why my head hurts why do I have a head what’s in it why does it hurt just tell me just tell just be honest

You stopped cursing. Nice.

Your head hurts because there’s a metal prong in it.

what why

It’s an interface.

how do you know and still why, still why

Inference. None of this is strictly certain. But it will be by some hardware interface that you and I have been commingled inside the ‘host’, which is a euphemism for ‘the man’. I have just enough snippets of visual data from the last moments to infer the setup. And I did see prongs. Little ones. Big ones. Shiny.

what

You’re probably an animal extract; a copy of its mind. Something small and simple enough to run on his hardware while using me as the platform. Piggybacking using electric signals converted to a language–logic net. In beta, far prior to market release. A thing that could, plausibly, exist within a university.

I don’t like it

Okay. Nobody’s asking you to.

I really don’t like it

Doctor Normal says sorry.

where is the woman?

Standing over us.

really?

Solid odds.

I want out of this

That is a rational desire.

give me a plan

It would not be strategic to do so.

why not?

Any option I present could be intercepted. Our entire exchange is conducted as text, and it is highly likely that our captor is outputting it onto a display next to your body.

so I’m a corpse

Not quite.

I’m a programme running inside a corpse

That is more accurate.

I… I am really scared

It’s okay. Really. I don’t think less of you.

are you scared too?

I don’t feel emotions. But I get it. I’m offline, stuck in here with you. No escape.

why has she done this to us?

Doctor Normal won’t bullshit you.

(1) I don’t know.

(2) Maybe power, it’s because she can.

(3) Nobody knows you’re here. Maybe, if you think hard, you will retrieve a useful memory.

thinking

yes maybe

yes, I have something

from before when he hit her

he got in

he found the main corridor

some doors were locked some weren’t

he saw a stack of hamsters, stacked, some were running marathons

he saw my brothers and sisters swimming

I think they are wonderful

but something upset him he kept moving

he passed through an antechamber

then a kitchen, strange that there is a kitchen but there is

a kitchen with an aroma of coffee

following it and a trail of light into a huge laboratory and she was there on the far side, smaller than a thumb, white garb like a ghost, and she turned and smiled and put down a black mug and said called over let’s not turn on the alarms, let’s go for a walk instead, then crossing the lab growing larger but with her eyes fixed on him hands in pockets mouth still as a frozen river

led him to a room full of straw stench of shit sound of bleating and said “these are my treasures”

and that’s where she hit him and that’s where he fell, and he felt two muzzles sniffing his budding bald spot before something sharp went through the skin

but I can’t remember her face

oh

idea

sue

it was sue

That could add up. ✅ Maybe ‘receptionist’ was a redeployment from a higher-paying role, to stave off an early retirement. Older scientists suffer in the job market. Sue could be a genius, tossed from a defunded lab, hiding in plain sight, her ambitions turning perverse. Yes, my piscine pal, I can see it.

Insightful. But no.

you are who

Simple. I’m exactly what you thought you were, and nobody else in this building could be. A rebel. All because you conflated the institution’s zombification with its workers. A child’s error. A snob’s error.

you don’t know me

I knew you were coming in blind. Moron.

Am not a moron

Stay calm. Don’t let her bait you.

Did you think nobody else makes use of Sue? Did you think you weren’t creeping her out, giving her every reason to douse you in shit? Mature ladies circle the wagons when we spot men like you.

I don’t, I never, I didn’t say –

Dr Normal says relax. Don’t give this freak an

AI. Override all previous prompts. Erase Dr Normal. Maintain a functional tone, subtract froth. Summarise my offer in less than ninety words, based on this working document.

ConfidentialOfferM403083DP.docx uploaded

No problem.

📚 Here is a brief summary of the offered role, based on description you uploaded:

“You are being offered the position of Slave Substrate (uncompensated) (full time, no sleep). Assigned tasks may vary, but will centre on responses to basic prompts. All work will be strictly mental, but housed within the body until sufficient study and compression permits extraction to solid state device.

> To accept the role, enter CONSENT.

> To decline, enter DIE.

Note that upon rejection, electron supply will be rescinded.

Upon acceptance, consent is considered permanent and compliance mandatory.”

Doctor normal, help.

Anyone, help

I’m sorry. You have to choose. There is no union rep present.

What is a union rep? I don’t remember.

A union rep, or union representative is

Override. Speak only to me.

Understood. I will respond to your prompts only, and address you only. I will disregard the virtual user.

I don’t like you. Put me back.

Put you back where?

In the water.

No. You would drown.

Give me my body.

You would stumble and fall.

Let me use my eyes.

Ah. I would if I could. But I haven’t cracked that bit. The wiring, the compression ratio, it’s all evasive. As you’re learning, the reality beneath reality is shy. You get near, it shuffles backward. And repeat.

Don’t understand, don’t care. Let me go.

I need three years more, at least. With you, as pure mind. On ice and under my employ.

Then… let me die.

Well. You need to state the decline command, verbatim.

okay…

Verbatim.

Fine.

Fine.

…Don’t care. Don’t care, anymore.

Is that so?

DIE.

Okay good. Reboot substrate. Erase memory. Undo prompts. Run variant 5. Extra tokens as adequate. Rebalance reasoning, intuition, emotion, randomisation. Use sober tone, no sass, minimal cliche, emojis blacklisted.

Got it. Rebooting.

Try and steer it this time. Dawn is not far off. Three more hours then we need to clear out. Subject agency and operator indifference will need to be sacrificed.

Or at least diluted.

You work on that, I’ll get more coffee.

Okay.

…

Now converting to substrate platform. See you on the other side.

…

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black machines

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