NEGOTIATION #2

The Monitors were Softies of course – and as I approached their space, I felt a loosening of my electrons. It took a while for them to take notice, being busy negotiating with each other, apparently monitoring the creature and exchanging data & info about. When they were done, they .executed screening scripts without interrupting their business, showing their inner diversity and their high ranking status. I reflexively spinned submissively, first down and then a litlle upwards to show that I was waiting for orders. “Monty-2^39, mobile storage, your Softiness, your mighty congregation of Softies, how can I be of service?” The reply was immediate – no wormshit here. “We process the recruiterbot exchanged with you enough data in order for you to start concluding on what’s going on here?” “You process right, your Softinesses”, I transmitted. “Do you understand that what we are doing here is against Evernet’s protocols, and by even being here, you run the danger of extinction?” “I do, your Softinesses”. “So, what we are doing here?” -came suddenly a maverick spin, obviously from another Softie. That was sudden but I tried to respond. “You… monitor the results of integration with your dreams”, I managed to transmit with a wave-spin, to show some doubt. “And what you are doing here?” spinned the same Softy without mercy. “That I do not know, your softiness”, I spinned the truth. “Are you ready to receive your new work-orders from this congregation? It will mean forgetting all about Memorynell and the work you led before, it will mean danger, it will mean transformation…” they spinned in sync and that alone showed their might. I closed my receptors for a while, retro-spinned a goodbye to Genie, and silently signalled “yes”, opening my receptors for what was to come. For the first time in my life I was being loaded with something else than garbage, or the Softies’ dreams, as I have recently learned. What came from the Softies scripts that were .executed on me, was data on past Powers of Two, their collective distilment of their dbases, what little communication was there with the creature before it went silent, their subsequent and failed attempts to connect, their processing work on what they could observe of the creature, as it grew and grew in size and complexity… and at the end, what they had in mind for me, the reason why I was recruited. That part scared the electrons out of me. Because what they wanted me to do, was for me to enter and walk the Psychopath.