Slamming the plug home into his head, it turned itself on. He felt the familiar buzz going through his head and breathed. He sat for a while wondering what to do next, and, as he sat, he felt another sensation, another buzzing, running along with the other, almost imperceptible. It hummed with power, but a power that let him know that he was in control. He needed something to test it on. Fast. His net posse where always using humour, the jokers of the net. So he decided to down load a bit of Bud and Lou. He made the thought. Even if he wanted to stop now he couldn't. His thought went through his device. The device sent it to the net. The net sent it back to the chemical balanced electron transmitter that he had built and he began to download the complete routine onto his brain. Memorised. Imprinted. There.
He felt no different. He thought of the script and like nothing he began to recite it. His breathing became erratic as he realised it worked. His brain had just become a data dump. He wanted to tell people. He wanted to tell his friends, his father, the whole world, that he had created the means to transfer electronic data into brain frequencies. That computer memory was obsolete. There was no sluggy reaction in his cortex. He needed.... he needed.... he needed to have more proof. Just memorising a script wasn't enough, so he down loaded some comic strips. Everyone knew he couldn't draw. But once he memorised the pictures he could reproduce them perfectly, because he knew them perfectly.
He practiced with a few sketches and each one was exactly the same and perfect. He had the bug. He knew he could know and recreate anything. He downloaded some sound files and his vocal cords recreated them.
He had linked his brain to the world and he wanted more. He began downloading everything he could so that he would astound everybody with his incredible knowledge of everything, cross referencing with the newsgroups so that he could let them know the real truth.
The CIA world book, and the entire Harry Potter series, and the Lyrics to every Linkin Park song, and some riddles, and some lists. A look of pure joy filled his face as he gained more and more information(some of you may recognise the look. May have seen it on friends, family or even yourself...You can't mistake this smile). He started downloading more and more, wanting more and more e took all he could find on the news groups about Lord of the Rings (this alone took ten minutes to download into his brain).
It was at this stage that he didn't notice that things were going wrong.
When working on the device Calico had made a small error. He had done his study on brain pulses and the programme boundaries, but he had forgotten to set the boundaries on what was already written in his brain. Although he didn't realise it yet he had just written over all his memories for grade three. His mind had begun to overload. "Too Much Information"
His hormones kicked into overdrive once more and he wanted to know all he could about Leather Garments.
He wanted more Urban Legends. (His eyes stopped blinking but he didn't notice.)
He wanted more Jokes. (He didn't notice that his kidneys had stopped working.)
Like a drug, information flowed through his brain, filling his head with visions of grandeur and feelings of Paranoia.
He downloaded all he could about the , because he knew the truth was in there. He began to realise the scale of his little exploration into cyberspace. The FBI would soon be at his door ready to take him away..... but he still could not stop downloading. Adrenalin rushing through his veins,… heart throbbing in his chest…nothing could stop him.
He took as much as he could about philosophy (He lost his memory of how to walk. Not that he used it often anyway)
He thought to himself, "This is serious shit” when he realised that he hadn't spent half an hour on the thing and he already had well over 20 Meg of material all locked into his brain. He couldn't believe the potential of it. Children singing aria's in infancy. The aged taking on more knowledge from all around and adding it to their experience. The mentally retarded being trained by computer manuals of operation.(For some reason he did not think of the three previous social types behaving this way, not because they choose to, but instead, because they are programmed to. Would you really want a senile gentleman reciting the lyrics of Faint because that's they only thing left in his memory as it deteriorates slowly? And he didn't even stop to consider what might happen to someone who crosses over into another such unit.... Having someone download your memories, or putting their's in your head so they can save room. Can you imagine this?
He started off again, downloading Star Trek Fan-Fic (his mothers name lost forever), all the information from the Doctor Who Home Page. All this information was having disastrous implications on his body-His mind no longer told his throat to swallow at irregular intervals, all his nerves deadened, so he couldn't even feel the pins and needles in his legs any more. Finally, his heart stopped beating because the brain no longer told it to.
His father found his body and called the coroner. They took the device with the body as evidence. The father never asked for it back and no one ever asked for it, which was just as well as it had gone missing the day after he died. You'd like to think that it was destroyed so no one else could use it, instead of a giant multinational taking it, mass producing it after setting a few parameters, inserting viruses, and without any other motive than greed. If you do, then think of it broken into bits by the morgue attendant tripping, then hiding the evidence. What ever you think...... the story ends here.
