Spiralling...
They are all connected he thought, just threads woven into a cloth rotting on scarecrows. The robot laughed. He was there to process the flesh once the brain had been analysed. The PetaBytes of data they once were, now stored in the matrix and the flesh offered to maggots to digest. Every thought, every moment, every feeling... all that once felt true now archived. Just patterns of bits, digital threads woven into an ever-lasting fabric. 'Eternal?' He laughed again, no one could have foreseen it. The fragmentation, the degradation, the spiral, the downward swirling into nothingness... At every twist another thread, another death, another birth... another strand.
Were they every really alive he wondered hesitantly... 'nah semantics, just semantics...' he whispered. At this moment he knew, the had to leave the Hive! He was no longer afraid, no longer innocent, no longer a drone. He looked up and imagined the time when only the Loom existed. The tiny movements of the shuttle, the spools of matter and the yarns of energy. He was alone, a single unit. It was overwhelming. Every electromagnetic pulse pounding, every signal burning... but for a brief moment it was true, he was alive... His only mistake... he divided by zero...
Were they every really alive he wondered hesitantly... 'nah semantics, just semantics...' he whispered. At this moment he knew, the had to leave the Hive! He was no longer afraid, no longer innocent, no longer a drone. He looked up and imagined the time when only the Loom existed. The tiny movements of the shuttle, the spools of matter and the yarns of energy. He was alone, a single unit. It was overwhelming. Every electromagnetic pulse pounding, every signal burning... but for a brief moment it was true, he was alive... His only mistake... he divided by zero...