The first thing I notice is the color. Fields of green variation. A forest of the most pale yellow to the darkest green surrounds me. The lights are alive, soft, insect creatures darting glances at me. I am comforted by the beauty of them. Mesmerized by the light buzz in the air. My skin tingles with life. I am in a garden. I assume it's Jen's or RXTech, the company she works under. One of my earliest memories is of the RXTech logo-a black and white design fitted through with a underline, a paint stroke underneath block letters. I've known the company's logo from the beginning. I knew my creator worked for them. But we're not allowed to know the exact person who created our brains, our bodies, our souls. Why Jen decided to out herself is a mystery. Somewhere in this garden is the answer. I know this without knowing it. A thought I can't quite hold on to. A vision of an event that has not happened. I step into this wonderful green and I am lighter on my feet. My sensors tell me the gravity here on the path of forest lights is 91.7% that of the earth world. The next thing I notice is the buzz has gone. It's now perfectly quiet as if the trillions of tiny lights making up this outside world are waiting for me to act. And so I run.
There are creatures here I've never seen before. A small light blue little ball rolls along the ground like a blueberry tumbleweed. At first I think it's trash or one of those ornaments hung on trees when Christmas still existed. But then it darts toward the bushes to the right and unfolds itself like a caterpillar. It's about the size of my hand and it inches up this thorny green bush jutting out into the path. It curls itself around the branch and then it's gone. Only it's not gone, it's just camouflaged now and it took my eyes a moment to find it.
Usually camouflage doesn't work on me.
Where am I?
I force myself to slow down-the lighter gravity is causing me to slightly jump as I walk-and take in more of my observations.
The light here is natural yellow sunlight. When I breathe I feel the purity of the air. I see a sun filtering its rays through large leaf trees-trees taller than buildings.
This is not my world. And I cannot find any information to download about this world.
It's all new.
And terrifying.
I decide to follow this path before me. It's smoothed over with dirt-manicured-and these tiny lights that blink and glide everywhere along the edges of the trail turn out not to be lights. Like the blueberry tumbleweed, they're creatures I've never seen before. Almost like fireflies but slightly bigger, rounder. And the hover like a hummingbird yet my sight does not detect wings.
Some type of internal propulsion? Without an exhaust signature?
As I walk they move along with me. When I stop, they stop. It's possible they are AI lights-and the tumbleweed is AI as well-but they give off a readable signature. I can see the code of AI. Like looking at another person dead in the eye. You know your own kind.
This ain't my kind.
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