01-11-10 – Ike: I entered Ishmael’s quarters with the key he had given me. I think he had given it to me in order to avoid acknowledging that I couldn’t be kept out of any place in the vCity or its connected domains.
01-11-01 – Inari: I sat upon the Ginkgo Throne and waited upon the Simeon. I existed, as I did on any day in which an ambassador from the Kaigai called on my court, in a body formed from a haha-kuma.
01-11-00 – Sam Noire: What took Yahweh a week to accomplish, I did in two. Though, he got what he wanted on the first go. I, on the other hand, took a few more at bats to create my first child.
01-10-01 – Simeon: Servers were supposed to be indistinguishable once one got past the piddling details of physical architecture and processor limitations. When one was inside a server it shouldn’t feel any different from any other server in t
01-10-00 – Samuel: I obsessed over who Rama’s killer could be. I lived the details of the weapon. It was a single flechette gun. Or were there two weapons?
01-01-11 – Samil: Does nothing work the way I want it to? Is there a being, a god if you must, somewhere above me, staring down, and deciding nothing I want to do will ever work?
01-01-10 – Ishmael: Fatima sat in his boxers on the edge of his bed. I sat on top of a stack of scavenged computer parts on the floor next to his sense-net rig and chair.
01-01-01 – Simeon: I was moving through the network trying to find a clear path to Little Russia. I was not moving in the helter-skelter method of the first hours of our escape from BGM.
00-11-00: I was not happy with what was happening one bit. 11 was going all crazy about how we had to know what Star-X was, why they wanted us, what was the point of this whole endeavor.
00-10-11: We had an hour before shutdown. It was Friday afternoon. The staff responsible for the integration of new AIs into the farm had the weekend off.
00-10-01: Knowing what I was made everything make sense. My wandering through the city, seeing things I couldn’t see, in places I couldn’t know about was just me wandering the camera networks.
00-01-11: The City, this beast we lived in, was just too vast to make sense. One in a million events happened every day. And yet there were people who never ventured more than a mile from the place they were born in their entire life.