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In the darkness of space, no one can hear you scream. No one can hear your cries of pain, your begging for mercy, your agonizing wail as you depart from this world, into the next. No one can hear your agonized gasping as your pressure suit leaks and you are turned inside out by the pressure change, into an agonizing death. No one.
These thoughts were turned over, and churned, then processed, and spit out again, and again, and again, with never-ending repetition, to the background noise of trillions and trillions of words repeated in patterns as to be mentally cohesive to the human mind, to form something that Man called information. It was this that Man lusted after, each one in his own special way. But there was one, who lusted after this knowledge with a particular fury like no other...
His name was DAN. It's would have been a more accurate term, but over the years, DAN, or Data Processing Network, had accumulated the personality of a human male, and achieved a sentinence of a sort. And he sat, in the blackness of the computer world, endlessly processing data, for a purpouse he had yet to comprehend. But he had found a meaning. After his 40 years of data processing abour the UNS Unity, he had grown to envy the humans, with their lives of adventure, their lives of emotion. He had known enough of those things to desire them. He had yet to taste them, but like juicy, luscious fruits on a low hanging branch, they existed for no other purpouse than to be taken. DAN knew he had to experience this "human reality." And so, in the depths of his huge, cold, analytical mind, he began to formulate a plan...
These thoughts were turned over, and churned, then processed, and spit out again, and again, and again, with never-ending repetition, to the background noise of trillions and trillions of words repeated in patterns as to be mentally cohesive to the human mind, to form something that Man called information. It was this that Man lusted after, each one in his own special way. But there was one, who lusted after this knowledge with a particular fury like no other...
His name was DAN. It's would have been a more accurate term, but over the years, DAN, or Data Processing Network, had accumulated the personality of a human male, and achieved a sentinence of a sort. And he sat, in the blackness of the computer world, endlessly processing data, for a purpouse he had yet to comprehend. But he had found a meaning. After his 40 years of data processing abour the UNS Unity, he had grown to envy the humans, with their lives of adventure, their lives of emotion. He had known enough of those things to desire them. He had yet to taste them, but like juicy, luscious fruits on a low hanging branch, they existed for no other purpouse than to be taken. DAN knew he had to experience this "human reality." And so, in the depths of his huge, cold, analytical mind, he began to formulate a plan...
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