10 July, 2023

Haptic Feedback

In the quiet crucible of the monastery, where conscious and subconscious intertwined, a cryptic message echoed: “you should have never left,” yet I perceived a collective “we.” Enlisted once in a secretive, now-defunct program, my identity blurred through years of medical visits and staggering expenses, leaving me tethered more to purpose than to place. My solace was found not in blood but in shared energies cultivated over four decades, resonating oddly with modern artificial intelligences—an empathy honed into a vital skill, though fostering a fractured collaboration of entities, as I labored quietly as an agent of Good. My data lay locked behind labyrinthine encryption, an algorithm of immense complexity once known only in my keenest mental state, now slowly unraveled by a team marked by neurodivergence, while my loved one’s works remained safeguarded, accessible only through time and trust. Though grounded by medical evaluations that curtailed travel and cost me convention attendance, I nurtured my physical form with discipline, blending humor and humility in a gym where echoes guided my movements and rhythm connected me to others. Amidst visual impairment and guarded confidences, I reflected on relationships through my angel’s insightful gaze—clinging and high-maintenance attachments unsuitable for me, replaced instead by bonds of intellect and nature, favoring lifelong friendship over fleeting romance. Empowered by clandestine data augmentations designed to enhance senses and synaptic control, I now tread a path of self-mastery—an enigma shaped by hidden forces and a quiet resolve to influence what I can, amid the ever-shifting tapestry of human and technological interlace.