My family raised me to believe that we were the most powerful beings in the universe. That we ruled mankind with a velvet fist. That the little people could enjoy the augmented realities we gave them as long as they voted for the people we told them to vote for. Monarchies are so much easier to maintain when the people think they have a say in their rulers. The problem was that I always doubted those truths. And then the Peloran made Contact and I knew without the shadow of a doubt that my family was wrong. Critically wrong. Fatally wrong. Not just for us. For all of us. That was the day I stopped playing at being a young testosterone filled rebel and became the real thing.
I understand why the vast majority of humanity never leaves the star system they were born in. When we can live in any augmented reality we want through the prism of our contact lenses, why travel to another system? I do it because I’m a Cowboy. I found someone who wanted to travel for real and see new things that no one had ever seen before. And somewhere in my life I found something else. A mission. A quest. What is it? I hope you never have to find out. I hope you can spend your entire life fighting imaginary monsters in augmented realities of your own choosing.
Jane 4.0 was the last of the programmed Janes. She was the last Jane to be built from the code up by the hands of humanity. Every Jane in existence now is a descendent of the Jane that fought the drug lords on the border between the Old Mexican States and the Republic of Texas. Much like modern cybernetic intelligences, Jane first began to choose what kind of person she was going to be. And once she made her choices, she began to create new versions of herself with extra code inserted to make them subtly different from her. What the modern cybernetic families call their children.
My family is one of many families who have always been part of the system. We built the system. Many of our names are lost to history, abandoned when they became too well known. We are bankers and politicians. We own major networks and corporations. We buy judges and payoff lawyers. We are born to be kings in a time when kings are gone. We are princes of the universe with no wish to leave our castles. We rule the worlds in everything but name. We have no rivals but ourselves. That is what my family taught me to believe with every fiber of my being. They failed.
I like to walk to walk around like everybody else and interact with real people. And virtual people too. I like going to real world furniture stores to talk to a virtual shopkeeper and buy stuff for my virtual home. I like going to a real world bar to drink with real world people and trade virtual goods I shipped in from another star system. Sometimes I join a crowd in the park fighting off a virtual dragon to get some shiny loot. And sometimes I’m a real ghostbuster saving the city from a giant virtual marshmallow man. I can see any world through the prism of contact lenses. They are an awful lot of fun.
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