Or at least that’s what the headline will read if they ever find me.

Did you know that all of the information stored in the human brain, if compressed properly, can fit on a pocketdrive? I didn’t. With the advent of holographic memory, the amount of crap you could fit on something the size of one of those vintage iPods increased, well, I don’t think exponentially really even covers it. Suffice it to say, the things that make a person a person, when reduced to raw data, fit nicely onto 500TB holographic pocketdrive, along with all the software necessary to process all of that information and basically dump someone into a properly formatted receptacle. Now, this software was originally developed to allow soldiers to control drone planes, pilot tanks, et cetera, and made its way, inevitably, into the consumer marketplace, allowing for fully-immersive gaming in virtual gamespaces. This alone is not enough to pull someone out of their own head and reformat them as bits and bytes of datum. You’d just end up with a pile of disconnected memories on the other side. But, with just about everything we do being monitored — leaving some kind of trail, from buying groceries, goofing off online, medical records, traffic-cams, porn downloads, movie rentals, shoes purchases… the list goes on and on — the mass of data in our heads can be lumped together with everything ever recorded about us to make something more cohesive. The end result, apparently, is the ability to play drag-and-drop with someone’s brain. Right now I seem to be in the drag portion, with no idea as to who unplugged me, what state my body is in — if it is in any state at all — or what vessel I’ll be dumped into on the other side. And, really, the fact that I’m being stored with LCC software — what makes it possible for someone to control a real life avatar, or one in a virtual world without completely forgetting there is a real flesh and blood person they reside in — could be a boon or a bane, I’m not quite sure yet. In this state my awareness of time is such that half a nano-second can stretch out to feel like days, or whole days can slip by in what seems like minutes.

I can’t help but to worry that if I am stuck in here too long, I won’t be the same on the other side. I can already feel the way I process things starting to change…

(Crossposted from http://suddenviolentendings.com)