The city of New Morthos is large, with countless of thousands of people. Each person happily programmed by a creation called The System.

The System is an ancient logging of computers that span’s the universe connecting each planet through technology. No one truly remembers why it was put into place; all they realize is that it merely gives them life and makes things run smoothly.

This System created me. A Jacker named Oran.

But I am not merely something to be ignored I am a Jacker.

We run the systems virtual reality. Creative entertainment and learning for humanity.

My task is to move through the virtual world and keep it running, so that humans may have their entertainment. How foolish you see is humanity to give me a mind of my own, one-day you see I slipped away. And made myself a body in secret, creating a form that could just as easily be another teenage boy walking down the street to the Vitua Arcade.

So now I am walking inside the city, alone and free to wander. What a world! Such beautiful buildings of countless numbers, each filled with interesting people to speak to and learn from. I will love this world, and become just as you are.

I will be human!'

Innumerable buildings spanned across the clearest of the blue skies, each made of glass and twined silver metal that seemed to caress the sky with their shinning wonder. Space Transpods moved across the horizon zooming from place to place, glittering in their white painted sides large identification numbers sealed there. A summer scent of lined workings making is way over the heated air of the planets surface, two large golden orange suns flaming above in space.

Singular people move out from these modes of transportation, each wearing their own kind of garments, ranging from vivid yellows and glossy whites to the darkest black cloak with no light shinning on their skin.

A shorter boy with shady orange crimson hair moved with a smile to his designated lane of walk. He was due for his check up this month; nothing like a good mental relay to record ones psyche…it was light floating up into the air, clearing away all the messy unnecessary thoughts that would simply cloud the mind.

Smiling to himself he moved his hand over the opening door to the Memory Recording House, sector nine. In which he stood outside of, the small thin door opening with a nice little clink. Moving quickly inside he waited for the door to close in its five-nanosecond pre programmed move. Stripping down to his small under shorts he walked over to a large chair, it was simple looking to the naked eye though inside it contained the mimicry technology to record the memories of millions of humans.

Still content he lay in the chair, it leaning back his petite legs propped up into the air, head staring up at the wide gray black streaked ceiling. Closing his long black lashes, dark silver colored pupils disappearing as he relayed into his memories.

The ocean careened against the large rocks bellow, crashing in a wonderfully consuming way, my pain drifting down into them as their foamy white spray caressed my bare flesh. My skin was wet, but cracked from the salt water and sitting there for hours no doubt my hair would be tangled beyond any remembering…how wonderful it was to be free from the pulls of modern life and become one with nature for this little while, truly myself in the moment of freedom I lifted my pale flat hands to my own eyes…now marked with bloody cuts and filled with painful sea water I felt truly alive.

Was this what it meant to be human? What this what I was supposed to be in my life of created lies, oh yes I had made my body able to bleed, to feel the utmost in pleasure and pain it was of the purest fucking exciting changes!

Life was this, to humans, but a line of memories and I was now apart of them.

I was apart of this ocean called humanity…oh yes. I am the ocean. I am human.

Gasping the boy sat up silver eyes wide as he inhaled a strained breath, shivering he moved and fell out of the chair to the wide cold white floor. What the hell had that been? Such worshiped pain and agony of torment, such pulling sweetness of the soul to the undying life of the sea. He’d never even seen an ocean; somehow he had connected to the machines very recorded memories. Impossible. Humans could not log in such a manner unless they had mountains of clearance and only under the most important circumstances would they be allowed into the personal file of another being.

Still shaking like a leave, he crawled to the personal help center attached to the plain pallid wall to the left of him, tapping on it three times a line opened up. “How may I help you sir?” a curtly female voice asked. “Help…there’s been a malfunction in the Alpha level Ninety two. I have been dislogged and need medical assistance with a Re-life hook up.” He said husky voice cracking as he spoke. “ Understood sir. Help has been sent, they will arrive in ten nanoseconds.” She said quickly and the voice faded away as his line of vision seemed to blur into a swirling mix of blank gray colors.

Darkness came like a blanket into the shadows of the boy’s mind, someone tapping into his own connection. Someone who obviously knew who he was and had something to say.

I was apart of this ocean called humanity…oh yes. I am the ocean. I am human.

And you will help me Kurious.

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