Of course I could read. I read on the internet all dr. Fantasi's novels. I am a literature freak.
But who would have thought. I spent my life work as a coder, coding for a reclusive company from home. Does it sound boring? What about pizza and soda? The companies name is Desound Inc. And I coded freesoft as a freelance jobber. The company didn't even know my real name, all payment was through the online internet company hll://data?/payments
Desound paid me just 400 shillings per month, enough to make a rent seem easy and I had a small patio next to my boarding.
My current project was a turtle. It was taking a long time to complete. But the company was not rushing me, so long as a monthly complete code was summarily sent in.
Behind my desk was a window, and the afternoon light was bright. My room was dark, except for this cast of rays which came from the globe which circles our planet like a nucleus.
The sound of tapping. Does a variable x = infinity? Can a mere peice of code become a living organism? My thoughts are open to inter dimensional communication. Is coding a thing I was born into? Did my mother code and my father, and her ancestor?
Tap... tap.... tapping sounds getting louder. Mya Mya, I am tired. Or am I dreaming. The code seemed to be forming a sleuth like being on the edge of breading and my for loop could not control it. It leapt out of the x variable and changed into the for loop, my soul then went into the for loop and I forgot who I was.
Temporarily, I lost consciously accepting reality and a dark red symbol of a sleuth shot out from the screen. It entered my forehead, my mind was quaked and I woke up with a lot of dread. I felt like something was looking at me behind my back. Vaguely I could sense this sleuth like symbol behind me.
Who am I? I remembered a book. In the novel a side character ended up controlled by a ghost. Then he committed surgery and was really strong.
Am I a side character? Wait, my name is Jacob Theory. But my mind is throbbing. Enmyre! Enmyre! Wake. Wakey Wakey Enmyre!
Evil, pure evil trh!
Shutup! Damnit, do you not love me? I am a human sentient being. I don't need a ghost! I need to finish coding!, But now I noticed that the screen in front of me became a pool of energy. My hand trembled.
Is it liquid? Is data real? Is the internet a magical thing? I lifted my hand towards the screen involuntarily.
Enmyre! Don't do that! I heard.
Enmyre! You are not allowed to touch that.
It quizzed me. My head was in a daze and I fainted briefly from the throbbing of the sleuth. Does it not come with a system? Damnit! Am I a damn side character? Shit, I hate surgery! I hope not!
Luckily my hand it froze as I fainted and I dd....
Was I lucky enough to not touch it? Ite. If I couldn't touch it so be it. Wait, I am Jacob Theory! Shit why is my mind possessed by a ghost! I am Jac... "Enmyre!!!!!!!!!!" Damn it interrupted my thoughts! "Enmyre!!!!!!!!"
Ok, I am a coder, I can finish my job. I'll ignore it for now. I took a sip of hot coffee by the side of my keyboard. At least it felt good and I drank it all in one gulp!
My code started to perform on it's own. I didn't completely understand it, but I didn't dare to change it. I could sense that the infinite loop contained something good, my soul! How could I change my soul! Damn this sleuth.
Enmyre! Send that to the League of Dudu Pigeons!
"huh?" The League of Dudu Pigeons!?
"It's a secret league, just do it, you have to! Or lel! I'll kill you and eat your body.
Wtf! Shutup. I slammed my hand behind me in hopes of hitting the sleuth. My hand trembled though. The red symbol behind me was very powerful.
I opened my email and sent it out to videoprocessing@tld.hexicfrostwave.eastrivertopics, and I got a message back saying it was "READ".
Ok! My soul program was read! I hope that I don't get eaten by these damn Symbols!
I got up and look at myself in the mirror. I was still handsome, but now I appeared almost translucent! What the hell. But my hand itched. A circulur tatoo of a sleuth appeared on my hand and was faintly visible, it shimmered.
Damnit! I am changing. I showered an napped, I dreamt of a horde of goblin monks invading England. What despots! I must stop them.
Wait, am I dreaming? I grabbed one and interrogated! Where are you from?
Star light star bright, we conquer you. Star light shines in millions of worlds and yet you stupid trash think that you are here on your own planet and that you have competence to threaten the worlds? We are just the Goblin Horde, you are not even a weak world, you are a food world. Haha haha hahahahahahaha!
It desperately tried to bite my hand, but the sleuth tatoo on my hand resisted and coiled around it's head and neck.
Trash? Humans are trash in the vast universe? Wait, I'm dreaming!