Peter Sullivan

The Silver Cloud

The lobby of the Silver Center was a vast, white room with high ceilings and an air of sterile modernity. Strewn throughout this reception area were digital installations. These lifelike holograms displayed the things people had surrendered. In exchange, they could step forth from their mortal flesh and into an eternal digital form. Like an art gallery, like a museum to the things left behind by our forebears, the hall was filled with artifacts. They gave an aspiring ascendant an idea of the sacrifice required of them.