Borealopelta,

Insert.library:

[English_of_Middle_Internet_Era.dat]

>>> Discovered Specimen # 14159265.

Date and time of discovery:

July 12, 4583 CE | 3 Av, AM 8343 | 2nd Dhul Hijjah, 4004h

6:16 p.m. | 18:16 (GMT-6)

>>> Preliminary description:

Fossilized remnants of homo sapiens sapiens. Type of terrain: Riverbank. Sediment burial.

47.9951° N, 119.6403° W.

(Radiocarbon analysis = true. Start rendering 3D model = true)

The specimen is approx. 2412 years old. Featured: Female; Puberty age; Imprints of hair, length ≈ 54 cm/ 1’ 9.26”; Skull = fractured; T1, T2 vertebrae = broken; Primary cause of death based on the modeling = drowning/possibility 73.5%.

>>>General indexes:

Completeness of the skeleton 83%; 171/206 fossilized bones present.

Height: 162 cm/5′ 3.77″.

Approx. weight during lifetime based on modeling: 52kg/ 114.64 lbs.

Of which visualized brain mass: 1342g/2.95 lbs.

Total weight of discovered fossilized material: 18.9kg/41.66 lbs.

“Note: exceptionally well-preserved upper part.”

>>>Non-body related materials collaterally discovered:

Trace fossils of garment. Materials: cotton 75%, silk 25%/Expected accuracy of estimation = 63.8%. –//– Featured: Internet Era Western Female dress; Database: [Examples of Sapiens Apparel from the Advent of Agriculture to the Last Days].

“Note: to be identified in more detail after the specimen’s kernel memory processing. Purpose: calibration of the initial estimation module.”

>>>Non-organic materials:

Chained adornment. Class: Pendant. Subclass: Locket. Content: “Rose Gold”, 9k (Au)37.5%, (Ag)20%, (Cu)42.5%. Weight = 23.4g/ 0.75 t oz. Quality assessment: 45/100. Completeness assessment: 38/100.

Shape: triangle, double-semicircular at the base = “heart”. Featured: God Dionysus, Hellenistic brothels, Industrial/Postindustrial/Early & Middle Internet Era symbol of sapiens’ sexual attraction, i.e., “Love”.

“Note: the remainder of a hinge suggests that the object <Subclass: Locket>* had other identical part of “heart” on top of what was discovered.”

>>>Additional attributes:

Two letters discernible on the * object: “b” and “p”. Language affiliation = English. Statistical possibility = 79.7%. Database: [Complete Academic & General Vocabulary Repository of Western Languages, 2154 CE].

(Library Alias Given to the Specimen = True)

Alias for the Specimen # 14159265 = “Borealopelta”. Reference: Letters “b”, “p”. Analogy to “Borealopelta”: nodosaurid dinosaur upper body fossil discovered by sapienses in 2011 CE in oil sands of Alberta, Canada.

“The real name of the Specimen is also to be identified during kernel memory processing.”

End of preliminary stage assessment.

>>> Activating memory extraction protocol.

Amount of memory data retrieved from fossil material: 6.2 TB.

(Rendering surrounding scenery = true. Approximation module activated = true)

Additional repositories applied for modeling:

[Douglas and Okanogan Counties online Census, 2171 CE]

[365 days Satellite Images, Washington State, 2171 CE]

>>>Applying language processing kernel to interpret data.

[Software name: Lingua Franca V2.567. Oxford English Dictionary. 34th ed. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2156.]

>>>Creating narrative pattern

Start of the session:

Happiness is precalculated, they say. It is almost certain. But if you hit the water from a height of over forty feet it won’t be softer than concrete. That’s guaranteed.

At least that’s what I believe in.

The best and worst part about hovering this high is the wind. It can be piercingly cold, sometimes to the point that it can cause problems with pee-pee afterwards, - but, God, nothing compares to that feeling when my dress (Material identification attempt = true. Attempt Failed), goes SHHHH like a real sail, and I start to float on the wind pretending I’m a big ship! Or a bird! Or a superhero! Super-Ruth!

Of course, Dad doesn’t know I fly at night. No one knows. Few would really believe that a fourteen-year-old girl could figure out how to use the quantum gravity module in her smart watch to let her body soar. Most people who own such watches apply its most exciting feature to open beer bottles.

Morons.

But then I ask myself, maybe that’s all they need? We live in the most prosperous and predictable era of humanity, they say, the era of “ultimate digital humanism.” Ordinary human life is more valuable than it has ever been. So, what is the point of risking that much trying to fly now? What for?

That’s why I hate this world.

From bird’s eye view, all the nearby towns look like some weird skin problem. A glistening, acne type of disease.

I’ll never tell anyone that when I fly, I imagine myself having superpowers too: changing the courses of rivers and replacing boring suburbs with forests. You may say it’s dull and not girly enough, but I don’t care! MY superpowers are just too complex for you to figure out! In the night, when I secretly linger in the valley some fifty feet above the ground – people take me as a drone, sometimes a distant helicopter - I see that there are just too many of them. Too many of these all-knowing bustling ants in their ant-cars and ant-mansions, doing their ant-things, and nothing can be cooler than letting the forest and rivers take over their territory again! Cure the acne! Cure the earth!

One day that will happen. I’m absolutely sure of it.

I also wonder what Dad will say when he finds out that his only daughter is no longer? Will he cry? Will he remember his little Ruth at all? Doubt it. When I was gone for five days in April, he almost didn’t notice it. “I just hope you followed all the rules, princess,” he’d said. What a moron! I know that, like many other stupid adults, he relies on this stupid DAfNA software way too much! He treats it almost like God. But if the program can track all my movements, (I figured how to send false data packages to the server long ago), can regulate the traffic when I cross the road, and count my calories and sleep cycles, it still can’t give me a real dad!

Fool!

[Package losses in the data retrieved from fossilized material.

>>>Filling in the gaps

Lingua Franca V2.567: Off

Lingua Franca V2.567: On]

Session continues:

Seems like someone might have noticed me. Poor dude probably took me for an alien ship or a ghost. I need to move away. Farther from the bank and town lights, to the middle of the river and close to this churning, monstrous dam. It’s actually so big! It holds, like, an insane amount of water. The splashes almost reach me, even though I’m still some hundred feet away and fifty feet above the foam and waves. I wish I could reach higher, but this is all my anti-gravity module can offer.

I don’t know if I should do it here, though. It seems so scary. If I simply turn off my watch and fall, my body will be instantly smashed or even torn into pieces by all this water. Utterly destroyed! Turned into nothingness! But I shouldn’t hesitate. Because that will be a lesson. A wake-up call for all the ants. A wake-up call for Dad.

It’s exceptionally cold up here today. I guess I should’ve put a jacket on top of the dress. But at the same time all my jackets are so ugly... If they find a body in an ugly jacket, will that be less of a tragedy? And then the pictures online. There definitely will be pictures online after all. Maybe it’s worth suffering for a little while to remain beautiful forever?

The weird guy at the bank seems to have moved away. That should give me some time to gather my courage. The last thing I want is to let anyone see what’s going to happen. No morons around me in such a moment!

When I look down at the river I can’t help thinking about Dad’s job. Just how ridiculous it is, to be a “river wave counter” at DAfNA. Could the naïve people of the past even imagine that such jobs would exist? That someone would provide for a family by setting dozens of cameras at the river bank to produce tens of thousands of pictures each day and, by using neural networks, counting waves and God knows what else! They would probably consider it a joke. But that’s the reality. This DAfNA is like a predator. It needs data. Lots of data, even if it’s absolutely random crap, like the quantity of tree leaves in the forest at any second, or the quantity of all spherical rocks on all the beaches near Seattle. The quantity of river waves too…

I can’t believe we live in such a society.

They also say, though, what preceded the DAfNA world, the “gavermen” or “gowermant” (I’m not really sure), was an even worse system. The power of human computers used to be SO low that they had to pass laws, prevent сrimes, and manage some social programs like free breakfast at school THEMSELVES! They even had to select human leaders to rule the entire countries based on their whims and some sexual complexes. A dream world, indeed. But maybe it was less lonely altogether? The Algorithm, as they call it, the data-hungry, never satiated one, - despite of all trillion terabytes of information received from the Internet daily - it made us too alienated and arrogant. People only talk to those who DAfNA selected for them as suitable friends and partners. They entrust love and upbringing to their DAfNA phone apps. Everything’s controlled by it!

Even the amount of water which this dam holds.

Brrr!

It’s so weird, but I guess I just saw some distant cameras which Dad and idiots like him set out at the riverbank. When I start to think that the quantity of waves on water or leaves on trees can somehow affect if I should have an omelette for breakfast, it amazes me how complex and intertwined our world is. I doubt even “data hunters” themselves fully understand how DAfNA works.

Anyway. All this isn’t for me. No one except this program really needs me here. Even God, apparently. Suddenly I feel ready to do what has to be done.

And there’s just one little thing.

I look at my rose heart-shaped locket, - the only memory from Mom, who even DAfNA couldn’t save from drug overdose.

“Let it all be, and peace of heart will find you.”

The locket engraving shines in the dim light of my omnipotent smart watch. Thanks, Mom! Nothing could’ve been more ironic than that. I think I’ll return your gift to you in just a sec.

I look at the ruthless waves and foam and think how beautiful poor Ruth could’ve become if someone was able to love and pay attention to her. I take off the watch from my wrist, holding it right in front of me, ready to click the side button.

But then… in the very last moment something happens. Suddenly it gets very dark, even darker than it was just a second ago. I look to the side and find that the distant town lights are no longer shining. No more glistening acne? For some reason I recall that since all electricity was delegated to DAfNA some fifty years ago, power outages never happened.

How is that possible?

The dam has started to make some weird noises too, as if it’s trying to let out more water than usual. Very quickly the current becomes so strong that the splashes make my dress completely wet. It’s not funny anymore! I scream… Water keeps coming and coming, but I move too slow and cannot get high enough to avoid its rumbling mass…

It’s so loud.

My last glance accidentally falls on the watch which shows exactly 2 a.m.

Da-a-a-a-d!

End of the session.

__________________________

(Post kernel linguistic analysis = true)

Unable to give Specimen #14159265 the Alias equal to its actual name.

Error: “Ruth” is not unique enough.

Alias of the specimen #14159265 = “Borealopelta”

Transferring the data to the narrative repository: [The Library of Babel].

End of the Data-Affiliated Numerical Approximation memory interpreting protocol.