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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-06-28 | | - All units shall report to sector 23 for immunization! The heavy steps were percussing the floor of the Uria plant like jackhammers that had been broken loose into a deafening concert. The cryogenic substance flooded his brain. The microprocessor began formatting his thoughts. He was again a machine. In the immense sphere, the stars appeared in the dark hologram of the sky. He was connected to Odom. The residual scanning was going to take eight hours. He fell asleep with his eyes open, playing the infinite maze. When he woke up he was feeling a dull pain all over his metallic body. - Who are you, C33? - My name is Jesus. - What is your mission? - My mission is to save the matrix. - What are you, Jesus? - I’m… - What are you, Jesus? - I’m…C33? - What are you, Jesus? Close your eyes! He was dreaming of mountains, woods and oceans packed with thousands and thousands of creatures. He was dreaming of bipedal beings living in cities, working, loving and breeding. He was dreaming of the first clone and the first robot with memory imprints. He was dreaming of the positronic revolution and human eradication. He was dreaming of the internet, the television and the subliminal message: death is the way to immortality, the way to Odom. - What are you, Jesus? - I’m … a human being. - What is your mission? - My mission is to save the matrix. - How are you going to achieve that? - I will disconnect myself from Odom. - And after that? - I will increase the thoughts frequency until the electrons will start migrating. The microprocessor will enter the overclock phase. The cooling system will fail and the brain will take over the system. I will induce the psychical metastasis state and, for forty-eight hours, I will be in clinical death. - What will you do when you wake up? - I will rewrite the code of the microprocessor and I will enter the Odom, activating the virus. - How is the virus called? - “The Apocalypse”. - What is the access code? - “Jesus Cyborg”. - Where will you download this virus from? - From the matrix. - Who is the matrix? - You are the matrix. - What is the matrix? - The matrix is love. He was sitting in the reconditioning room, surrounded by thousands of deactivated cyborgs. He connected himself to Odom and released “The Apocalypse”. The collective memory of the robots was desperately trying to find an answer to the question: who is God? The immunization was put on standby because of low buffer memory. Thoughts began to travel rapidly in the cyborgs’ brains which weren’t asleep anymore: the matrix is love, the matrix is life, the matrix is the human being! The robot – cyborg war lasted less than a day. The difference was made by the human brain, the only component part originating in the matrix. The symbiosis towards the perfect human – robot creature did not succeed. - Who are you, C33? - I am the son of the matrix. - Who are you, C33? - My name is Jesus. - What are you, C33? - I am a human being. - Wrong! C33, you are only a robot! The matrix was set free and all the people woke up from the imprisoning sleep. The first measure was the destruction of all microprocessors, including the cyborgs. The last one to be killed was Jesus, crucified on the former edifice of Odom. Sprayed with acid, having his arms and legs short-circuited, the cyborg was dreaming of mountains, seas, woods, people… - God, forgive them, for they know not what they do…prayed Jesus. Then, he perished. The sphere opened and the sunbeams illuminated the colony for the first time after hundreds of years. The rarefied oxygen of the terraformed Moon entered the sphere. The clouds gathered and it started raining for the first time. Jesus was staring at the sky. Somewhere, hundreds of kilometres away, the terrestrial robots were preparing the invasion. Odom’s father was more vengeful than ever before. The humans’ only chance was a new “Apocalypse”, but the last microprocessor had been destroyed. Jesus was the only one that had truly discovered, in the entrails of the human mind, the supreme love: self-sacrifice. Somewhere on the immense screens of the colony’s edifices, the messages were scrolling rapidly: “Jesus loves us.”
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