After a few years of days and nights in labs since the award ceremony, the latest AI technology finally gets embedded into Friday with proper processing. Day by day, Friday picks up some artificial thinking, which can be traced in the monitors.
Troubles, however, always find their way. Data disorder and unmatched algorithms from the two eras have caused delusion inside Friday, mistaking himself for his old master. He follows his old master’s habits and gets up at eight sharp in the morning every day as programmed. Then, a rush of headache takes him over among his constant murmuring. A dream that knows nowhere and never wakes up starts to unfold.
Five years pass by in a blink. They are lost in numerous failures and at the same time forgotten by time.
Time has hidden away everything about them, their achievements, the eroding body of the professor, as well as people’s memories.
Time is a bitch, yet a fair bitch.
Time will test out everything, the decision made by the old professor on that night, the sustained efforts of the two young fellas, and the existence of Jarvis and Friday.
Ten years have passed by…
The old professor delivers the relay to his two interns as he kicks the bucket. Over ten years of work with the professor, the two young men have risen as top researchers in that era. They eventually fulfills the revival of Friday as per the professor’s aspirations.
Summer slips away as autumn quietly paints leaves yellow. It is yet another Friday.
In a street lab, a tall middle-aged man is lounging in an old chair, in a wrinkled lab coat and with a pair of high-tech goggles. He is supposed to work overtime today. Instead, he wraps up work early, dusts his clothes, and says gently, “Friday, what are we up to tonight?”
A clear voice comes from the goggles, “How about we make your professor a visit? You’re always telling me how handsome he is in his tan hat, but I’ve never actually met him.”
“Sure, it’s time you two meet. Let’s move.”
Taking off his lab coat, the man puts on a very old retro suit, gets up, and walks out.
They walk along the street and get to a small lake. A small vintage house sits by the lake beside the rustling woods. The breeze strokes across the lake, where a small offshore island sits in the middle. The island creates a fairy tale scene with grass all over the place. At the center point of the island rests a time-honored tan hat, surrounded by several colorful flowers.
“That is my professor,” says the man, pointing to the hat in the distance. “He is a very funny man. I respect him very much.”
“It is he who launched the rebirth program for Friday. He is also the one who took charge. Strictly speaking, it is him who brings you back to life.”
“I really miss him. We’ve spent decades together in the lab. In front of him, I was always like a kid. He always gave me much patience. He made me who I am today.”
“Friday, zoom in. You can find a photo of him under that hat. Take a closer look. Isn’t he handsome?”
A voice comes out of the goggles:
“Yes. It is him. I know him. I have his facial features recorded in my database.”
“Do you know him?” The man sounds very confused.
“He has encrypted and stored the data of his life in my memory. Just now, the encryption was lifted.”
“He’s also left a message for you. Listen.”
A familiar voice emerges, “Ha ha. Gotcha! I’m back. Ha ha ha ha. If you ever get to hear my voice, it means the project takes off. You have lived up to my expectations. It means I have chosen the right person.”
“When you hear this, I may be lying quietly somewhere on earth. But it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Young man. Remember back then, sometimes I would withhold your salary for some time at the early stage when we were working together to encrypt Ethanim? I’ve always told you that I don’t have the money. But the fact is there is some money left, but all was spent on the project. I swear I didn’t go to secondary antique markets. Ha ha ha…” The voice doesn’t sound sorry at all. It goes on…
“But there was indeed a fat bonus later on. I didn’t spend much except for antiques. The private key was stored in Friday’s database. Total 50,000 TRIAS. You can have it now.”
“Okay, okay. That is all I have to say. I will go back to sleep now. Do not disturb me. Ha ha ha.”
The audio stops. The man is overwhelmed with tears and chokes.
“This old man always likes to joke. Even on the other side of the world, he still wants to tell some jokes. God, I miss him.”
The man stares at the tan hat for a while, then leaves with Friday.
He gives his one last salute to the east as the sun shines over the west surface of the lake.
End of story for E.
The writer says…
This is a rhapsody for Metaverse. It will be unfolded in a flashback and will focus on a group of people living in 2422 who love digging into history and seeking truth. They are exploring a period of time that is mysterious to themselves as well as us, who are living at present. I try to present the story in a relaxing way but forgive me if there is any loose logic since it sometimes became as choppy as waters when I think about metaverse.📚 Must Reads
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