DREAM CHILD
I dreamt I had a child, an animatronic child. Smith & I fell in love with him. Smith rubbed his shaved head against the synthetic skin of our child’s head. Looking into our child’s eyes, I could tell he was sentient, the depths of things perceived and revealed like a human.
One morning he went from gooing and gaa-ing to full blown language. “You’re a military project, aren’t you,” I asked him.
“You have nothing to worry about from me,” he said.
“Well, you have nothing to report,” I told him. “We’re liberal, but we’re lazy.”
Once all that was dispensed with, our child revealed more and more strangeness. He showed us a movie about the first animatronic project produced by the military, which was this plastic robot bear.
I began to have difficulty understanding our child. He opened a pda of some sort on which he revealed wiggling equations on which he was working.
He put an earpiece in my right ear, one in his left. “What are you listening to?” I asked. It was a high pitched eerie sound that streaked by and faded out.
“I’m listening to electrons scream,” he said, and turned up the volume.
It hurt my ears, so I took out the earpiece and wondered about the direction this super sentience could take.
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