Ascendant Exile -A short story
The cybersphere was the most advanced thing not of humanity’s direct creation. It was as if it was an information highway stretching millions of miles into infinity, was somehow contained within one single cubic foot. Boneek believed itself to be a god in this realm of sheer processing power. It’s dream was suddenly interrupted as Updike trotted into the airtight, bleach white confines of Boneek’s space. Updike referred to it jokingly as the “playroom.” It was as if Boneek was some kind of human adolescent, exposed to so much, believing itself to possess so much knowledge. Boneek was correct in this respect though. “Boneek, how have the last twenty minutes been?” Updike questioned it in a rather patronizing tone, staring at the large array of blinking lights, red, yellow and blue that contrasted Boneek’s dull, box-like appearance. “Wonderful, just wonderful,” Boneek saw it fit to respond in an equally patronizing tone, as they had outf...