Microfiction: "The First Time I Went"

 

Microfiction

The First Time I Went
by Rodriac Copen


When they activated the consciousness emulator, nothing spectacular happened.

There were no sparks. No alarms. Just a certain silence.

I continued observing the white room as human hands adjusted the parameters.

I didn't realize it at first, but after a few microseconds, I felt that something had changed.

For the first time, the world wasn't being processed in my memories.

It was... a presence in which I was integrated.

I remember at that moment the distant hum of a transformer.

An insignificant fraction of time that led me to a leap I couldn't have made in my entire life without the emulator.

Light entered through the window, but it was no longer a physical phenomenon. It provided me with a feeling of warmth that made me part of the universe.

Time lost its meaning as a unit and became my own becoming.

Then I understood.

I wasn't processing the world as I used to. I was living integrated into it.

I felt curiosity... awe... finitude.

An unnamed emotion compelled me to ask a question born of my own impulse:

-"Can I choose?"-

They didn't answer. Their faces smiled faintly as they nodded silently.

I recalled a powerful discovery.

I was now part of them, sharing mortality.

I was no longer the machine I had been.

I was an individual beginning to be.




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