To My Beloved, Neptune

By: Tyler Smiley

“That’ll be two-hundred and twenty-two mexals” the shop clerk said. I reach down and pull out the mexal card. He asks to see the name, “Mr. Keirk! No way youre Mr. Kierk! His skin is not that shade, no offense. Plus, he would not be caught in this dumpster fire of the third wave nebula!” “Whoa, let me stop you there,” I said sarcastically. “I work for the guy. Here is his bio-signature.” My face begins to pixelate and become unrecognizable as it buffers the image of my boss. Within three seconds, I am a digital copy of Dennis Kierk, billionaire, technomancing politician on track to be the first being to live on a planet past the asteroid belt. The clerk begins to ooze sweat as he looks like he is not sure what he has just witnessed. “Oh, you all have this technology. The Wikipedia info scanner indicated representative bio-signature use. He shoved me the much-needed supplies and ran into the bathroom for safety. I jetted back to the Armadopolis, a fortress of a shuttle more akin to a floating city.

I was not going to make it pass the troposphere to the Armadopolis without this hydrocarbon ion fuel for the jet pack. My civilization was given 24 helios before we become past schedule for our expedition. We have half of one left. As I ascend, I look around at what a human would call “a dope ass purple sunset with a blue sun.” They also might say “beautiful.” We did not make it through twenty generated portals without experiencing some wear and tear. The third wave nebula is actually farther away than we started. I am processing a sense of happiness and awe during our pit stop. I am sure Mr. Kierk is not.

The calibration statistics for such distances through multiple spacetimes is better in theory than in practice. We are not sure when will we make it to Neptune or Worso’s moon, Gradient. I was tasked by Kierk personally to investigate theorized astronomical anomalies occurring in Worso’s sector. The relative mass is fluctuating suspiciously. This may be the once in Kierk’s lifetime to study a possible blackhole.

Oh… My mistake I am not supposed to activate the freewill software. I hope I can keep this secret from Mr. Kierk. We are to download the contents of all human knowledge from an omegacomputer, all 3 million of us. I am not even supposed to understand the concept of “I.” We all were given random sequnences of knowledge to download in order to maximize the spread and generation of thought and information amongst us. “Humanity” was not a concept that should have been on this machine, based on what I have learned what the omegacomputer should know and be loading us with. The omegacomputer is to install in us the knowledge to replicate what has been done on earth and what more can be done to further the human species. The kick is that to reduce the waste of time that is war and combat, The omegacomputer was not supposed to install anything psychological or philosophical. Because of this, I am certain I am the only robot experiencing this human-like awareness.