Sunday, July 08, 2012


Drawing by David Hermann, copyright 2012I'd made an art out of blame, rationalizing a thousand empty shot glasses and making excuses for a million charred lung cells. But then yesterday happened. Now I was on the other side.

"Are you ready, Miss Stoddard?"

"Of course," I told the doctor. The only way forward was forward.

"You understand that anything recorded into your MyView movie is for your benefit alone. While we at MyView want your experience to be as complete as possible, we also value your privacy as if it were our own. As I'm sure you know, we are bound by the Federal Information Inclusion Act, and as such it is our duty to remind you that if there is anything in your memory that you would rather keep to yourself, ah, that is... in a legal sense, then our program might not be for you. You do understand this, yes Miss Stoddard?"

"I understand." It wouldn't matter anyway. I was streaming real-time through Drin's remote collect node, so by the time they read my brain and saw what I'd done it would be too late; my movie would be seen. The world would know, and the world would change. It would not have a choice. 

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