Story nr. 2
From Civilmedia
0/1 was cooking the dinner for its freshly hibernated children Kim and V, when the fridge full of Mozart meat balls ringed. It was Kim's active left hemisphere. She demanded some extra pepper on the meal. That was a complication because the pepper was quite precious things in Salzburg 2050. 0/1 took transportation pill and in 2 seconds appeared in Salzburg of year 2005 when (and where) the pepper was not such a big problem to get.
0/1, content with "the shopping" took reverse-transport pill and got back in the present Salzburg. Kim's and V's external stomachs shrank and then squeaked with pleasure. They grew just from the thought of eating hot spicy delicious peppers. Njam! They looked at their mum and then touched her left hemisphere with gratitude of children who know what it feels like to feed on longing and dreams more often than on actual food – especially not on delicious peppers.
But 0/1 was gone already. By touching her left hemisphere, she managed to find mental pleasure with her own private self, leaving her body like a dried cloth dropped to the chair. 0/1 was ecstatic; her left hemisphere was pulsing with indulgence and sexuality – her spirit rose, a guardian to the world, infusing it with her deep sensuality, lack of food and justice. Before her stood Kim, collaborator and ally, who had also been nourished on her rich food, delighted to partake in a situation where 0/1… Could they have a communion?
"What is the plan now?" Kim asked.
"It is the time to abandon plans. Until this point, we had been so strategic, and has that worked. We must relax and touch each other, until the curse that has afflicted the near and far cities has been lifted, and the tree starts growing again. We have to sing also, loudly, so that someone may hear us, emit vibrations – language has failed now, and we must read for forms of communication that do not reduce the complexity of what has happened".
"Is that not a strategy?"
"I feel it's the only thing I can do now to survive. I have been broken long ago and I must replenish before I can carry on".
"I understand".
0/1 + Kim looked at each other and began to lick each other's skin. With each brush of the tongue, a blue light emitted.
"What is that?" Kim said.
"It is not me?" 0/1 answered.
Then who was... who was there.... who was making it....
Nobody knew...
"Yes, it was me," 0/1 replied. "All the mess that has been and will be. When you licked me I caught your story. Your energy."
Kim was not sure. They had laid down with 0/1 because they thought they were allies, that they could comfort and support each other – that their love would be the cure, the antidote to nothingness, to the toxic curse that had wiped at Salzburg district and most of their families. But something in the way 0/1 glowed unnerved them. Something else was there, some indistinct unknown code, some hint of infiltrator. Was 0/1 really the V virus? Was that love or vengeance that they could taste in 0/1's sweat and skin? "Am I waiting to be destroyed?" thought Kim to themselves. "Or am I just scared seeing enemies in the only thing to sustain me here. I need to get the virus out of my blood, out of my thoughts. I am becoming the contaminator!"
She suddenly understood that the future of the planet was in her many hands and that she was the last threat to humanity. If she went, the virus would disappear with her. So, with great courage, just before dawn, she committed suicide in many different ways.
