Forward or Back Again, A Ghost's Tale
It has been a week since the ‘Ghost’ incident, the matter has weighed heavily on my mind this whole time. I never thought he would be so, well, human. I suppose, sometimes, I forget I’ve been out of the loop for nearly half a decade now – time waits for no man, ever marching on. Any thoughts I had on ‘Ghosts’ being another flavor or version of A.I. has been shattered. That what I saw was only a fraction of that man’s personality and intellect, I was awestruck. To think with a mainframe, built for the purpose, one could focus on their dreams and aspirations without concern for pain or sleep. It seems the natural evolution of man – countless hours stolen back from the trivial matters of the flesh and a promise of so much more. The dreams chased by the likes of Napoleon and Thomas Edison are becoming reality to modern men – to divorce sleep and make all of ones time and life ones own.
It was following this line of thought that lead me to the doors of Amon Zero. When searching the net for experts on the cutting edge technology of ‘Ghosting’ – they popped up as strong proponents for the field for over a decade. At the time I thought them visionaries, forward thinkers, now I am left merely stunned. One would think little of them on the outside, attending a function revealed little other than their strong belief in immortality and the inherent equality to be found in the ‘Ghosting’ process. It was only when I got one of them alone and expressed my heart felt interest and beliefs that I was able to learn more. In the bowls of the facility are rows and rows of ‘Ghosted’ individuals kept in a dormant state for memory conservation. The people of Amon Zero revere these Ghosts are the strongest proponents of our beliefs. Ghosts are people and they should be respected for their courage and dedication to the tenants. In the end it was I who was sweet talked, joining Amon Zero that very night.
I still sit at night worrying over the torments I have caused the psyche of the one General Martin. When I was still with NEM Corp. it was easy to ignore the pain caused to the ants as titan’s clashed. I take no heart in aiding these ‘White Mice’. When titans clash, its always the ants that get crushed, and all too many are blind to the fact that no “one” is the Titan. This general, Lady Firmin, myself – we are only the faces of the organizations that come into conflict across this world. A war of concept and belief that consumes human life, a difficult if not impossible cycle to escape.
Perhaps in ‘Ghosting’ humanity might escape all the cycles of death – or perhaps lose understanding and respect for them all together. Either way, I want to be part of this new age of mankind, be it our evolution or our doom.