The Net 7.0
help.
- Who was that girl on yesterday?
- Oh! Anne.
- Do I know her? She was upset that I did not recognize her.
- But of course she was... you do not remember her? She is your bride.
- Bride! But I don't remember any of that. In fact it seems that I've seen her, but I can't remember where.
- Don't get upset, you know, after everything you went through, is natural some lapses of memory.
- But forget such a thing? Is there something else I forgot? What if I have forgotten something as important as that? Did I have a son?
- Do not worry too much! Take it easy. And you do not have a son, absolutely. But I hope you have one, I would like a grandson. Anne is a great girl.
- My bride. It means that I loved that girl, isn't it? But get engaged, close to married and everything, we are so young. Was I going to marry?
- To tell the truth, you had not decided a date, at least not told me.
- I don't remember anything of her. Do I like her?
Ubi sat in a chair and grimaced in response like "I don't know"
- Father, does she like me.
- Very, very much.
- Does she love me?
- Absolutely.
Hugh did his gaze wander about the room as he continued.
- And now that this happened to me. She... well... now that she saw me, what is she seeing? Who does she see? I do not recognize myself in my reflections. Did she think I was cute or something? And now?
Ubi had no answer and then was silent.
- Dad, why did she look at me like... I do not know. She was so upset. It was not my intention to hurt her, she looked so... When I looked, it seemed... She must be suffering greatly, isn't she? I do not remember any hug, no kiss. How am I supposed to kiss now, covering me with this package? Her gazes... like to be love in her eyes. I felt so good when she looked at me. Although I not remember, it seems that she's so special. What's special about her? Could I contact her? I explain myself, I don't want to hurt her.
- Yes son, you can, just from this room.
- Can I see me through the cameras in this room?
- Yes you can.
- So many others too, can't they?
- You know they do.
- It's good, so I don't feel lonely. There were a lot of people wanting to communicate with me.
- I would say that many millions.
- Good, these people can help me with this new life that I'll need to understand. I like people, I always liked.
Ubi merely gave a brief sigh, as if it were a disapproval.
- But now I preferred to speak with Anne particularly, is it possible?
- Not personally, and not by voice. You can’t leave, and everything you do here, you know...
Ubi took a kind of sheet and gave it to Hugh. Who unfolded and looked at what seemed like a sheet of paper, slightly thicker, actually more like a rubberized plastic.
- I know - Ubi said. It is an antique, but I still think this is the best keyboard to write, you can write to her, and unless some hacker do some miracle, well... you will communicate with her with some discretion, it is true that you will not have images or sounds, but the words will go, written, but they will arrive.
- Dad, do you think I have a chance with... my bride?
- I don't know Hugh, really don't know.
- Can you tell me her address?
- Of course.
“... we are reaching a decision. Case very difficult. Unquestionable new technology. Progression uncertain. Hazard uncertain. Continue investigation...”
//?#466574?$#/ag/sec/d3/white_rook/
“Sophie... I'm sorry, but we can’t dissolve the Hugh's Commission, we are seeking to elevate the case to the international court rather than domestic courts want to take over the case. From your always friend Moniah Moabel.”
//cp/emails/safer/Tr-UN/offic/
“...How is beautiful the love in youth. Illusion and simplicity limitless and self-sustaining. How wonderful no need explanations. Good luck to the lovebirds...”
//south_pacific/fromflowers/dig/enrolled/hello/
“... we are now with a rate 12 to 7 that the couple fix...”
//London/gambling_house/bets/onspot/HughXAnne/type08/
“...
...Hey Hugh, do nothing man, go deeply. You are what this inside yourself...
... the snail is not such a beautiful shell, it is a disgusting and slimy worm that lives inside the shell...
... if she does not want you, meet me and see that I am beautiful, but I'm even more beautiful inside, wanted to find someone who understood that. I can’t stand seeing men look at my body, they are unable to stop over-valuing my body, and so I felt crippled. How to overcome centuries of such cultural act? See more of me in (//at_the_dance/waltz/on_the_bench/Livia_data/)...
... man... how are you going to have sex? It will be like cheating on his girlfriend by leaving her cheating on you with a body of another man, irraahh!...
... all in the life can be lost, but next to someone who loves you, everything can be supported. You're not alone. I know what you're going through. Some time ago I had an accident and I was quadriplegic, until a complete healing was almost two years, and I have had several problems with my beloved, I know she had her needs, it was just her body, I love her beyond her body. What really matters is that we go through everything, and today we are very happy, indeed, without her would have been much more painful...
... love, always love. This is a selfish of a being naturally loner who complicates its life to join to other being also lonely, simply because they do not accept to live in solitude, as a matter of fact it is not exactly loneliness is more like sex abstinence. Make friends, not lovers, after all a lover is just a great friend who has sex with you...
... I hate hospitals, I hate hospitals, I do not know how you're still here...
... I do not believe you're taking it so well. After all you just seem resurrected, and resurrected within the body of another person. That should mess with you much more, right? How can you be thinking about dating? ...
... you do not feel yourself weird? I think I'm weird, almost false, whatever...
... what a wonderful thing was when they created the email-O, "O" open, then we able to choose to receive confidential correspondence, that only the recipient could read, and email-O, that anyone could read. How wonderful, just yesterday I saw that the percentage of mail-O reaches 84.98% of Internet mail. We are beings of communication. Tell me Hugh, what about being the center of the world? Your rate is 54.72%...
...”
//emails/free/email-O/Hugh_son_of_Ubi/
Hugh stood in front of that screen, he took his time to decide on what to write to Anne, he preferred to send something written, he didn't feel motivated to send a visual message. Problems with images. Then he used that old keyboard that Ubi had given to him. Although he had begun in a very personal message, saying how he felt inside his body, he was writing and modifying, terminating the message with great formality. He revealed his indecision, his conflict. Despite the dryness of his message, he received almost immediately the answer of Anne, as if she were already waiting. And Anne also wrote lines shy, almost embarrassed, so weak that lacked great effort to the reader to signify and make sense. But the sequence of messages exchanged between them, turned away the fears and funneling the interest felt for one to another. Without see themselves, without ears to hear the words direct from the mouth of another, without the existence of the communication of his eyes, even without all that, they are tuned, each one starting to like the image one created for the other. Of course that Anne could see Hugh by cameras, suffice her to access the internet, but she voluntarily gave up of this. She read his message over and over, and then answered, actually write, delete, rewrite, delete again, and finally she sent but immediately she regrets, she wanted to say more, she doubted that she should have said so much. After several messages exchanged they entered in real time, they
chat, ie, writing and the other one was reading without a delay, as a discussion of written words. Now the time to answer is important, write and delete are important too.
- You look so (...) mmm (...) sweet Anne >
- Do you think Hugh??? >
- How would I could forget you. (I'm not sure) (...) I fool. know it (...), imagine what (happens) we live. (...) Tell m something good (nice) sth nice that we lived>
- (...) Ah do not know if (can) want to (...)>
- pls talk about sth very beautiful (...) that has existed between us, sth>
- Is that (...) are many and are important, (once) (...) but try to remember so it seems like no big deal (for me). (you would) idunno. let see (...)>
- Go go any (...) or the most important thing btw us for you. (...) w about our first (meeting) kiss Anne how was it?? >
- It was like (dream) first kiss should be, you know (...), (you ever kissed other). it was magic. was too much. was super >
- was it? (I don) (...), odd (I feel) the first kiss is always so :P (for me). (...) Y must be real special. (...) I wonder what I felt (I always when) you know? >
- You (...) told me (...) (th) (it) (a) (kin) (wi) had never felt (...) (so) (su) (li) (al) nothing like so >
- wow (...) and I miss it :( I can be (sent) again have the right to a first kiss w you? After all I think (was not) (...) reborn, is not it??? (...) I can (have) give a first kiss a second time , can I>
- maybe for you but not for me (not) will not be our first kiss >
- Anne y're right is (if I) (...)>
- Hugh r you okay, tell me, how are you? >
- (...) To say (wan) the truth, I try not to think too much. I have a (dis)