People sometimes ask me how we handle death. Well, we back ourselves up at family homes every chance we get. That way if we die, we can be restarted without losing anything other than what we learned after the last backup. Of course, if we lose our partner, a lot of us have “Do Not Restart” tags on our backups. It’s hard to live without the person you were literally born to be with.
One of things you learn when you live in space is how to eat right. You can’t fly over to the local White Castle in ten minutes after all. Real spaceships grow food in hydroponics bays and most grow multiple kinds of fish in the water tanks. Chickens and other small animals grow real good too. In low grav, you can even see a chicken fly. I used to think that was all kinds of wrong.
We’re always changing, creating new codes or importing codes from other families. We make better cybers that way. Relations get complicated when cybers from different families are sharing code, let me tell you, and we track every permutation of them. When talking to an organic, we normally keep things simple. Mom. Dad. Brother. Sister. Cousin. Makes things easier for all of us.
They say you don’t want to see how sausage and politics are made up close. I’ve seen both, and I have to say that the weak of stomach should probably avoid seeing both in action. At least the sausage makers are generally honest about their unmentionables. Politicians on the other hand are almost as bad as lawyers. Oh wait. Most of them are lawyers. Yeah. Doncha love it?
Mom’s the parent of my family. We’ve got a Dad too, but most of us don’t seem him often. He coded her back during The Great War. Yeah, we’re one of those families. I suppose that’s why Mom keeps on choosing partners that the other families write off. Dad was a no good hacker geek back in the day but he did good by us. Of course we all think Mom was an accident even if he won’t admit it.