first draft

[kayeaton]

All right, I give up. Did I die in my sleep? They always told me about clouds and white angel wings when I was a girl, though nothing says they had to be right about that--it's not like any of them had died before. This place has the white gowns, at least, so that's a point in favor of the theory.

But maybe it isn't Heaven--let's see, what're the other options? The future? I always imagined more city and less wildlife, and I wouldn't've figured on wings as the next big fad, but this isn't bad looking, for a future. Another planet entirely? Doesn't really explain the wings. An alternate dimension? Could explain the wings, if there're alternate dimensions out there where everyone has wings. Hell, maybe it's the past, though I think they skipped the Time of the Bird People back in history class.

Maybe I've just fallen into Wonderland.

Comments

[survivethesiren]

At least you are honest about it.

This place is called Luceti.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

And you seem positively taciturn.

Luceti? Catchy name.

[survivethesiren]

I've never have seen the point in speaking much. My thoughts are my own.

I suppose. Does this place seem like a familiar setting at least, for you?

Like...Earth, at least.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Well, I can't argue with that.

So far, it doesn't look like anywhere in particular, but it's not all that alien. Does it look much like where you're from?

[survivethesiren]

No. I'm a computer program--I exist within a computer system called the Grid.

Before I came here, at least.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

So most of the time you're a pile of punched cards, is that it? Sounds like a boring life.

[survivethesiren]

No.

It was far from boring.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I wouldn't know. I've never lived inside a computer.

Anyway, Kay Eaton. You're the first computer program I've ever had the honour of talking to, it's nice to meet you.

[survivethesiren]

I'm not surprised.

Where are you from, then?

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Seems like a pretty unique thing to me, living in a computer.

Have you heard of New York?

[survivethesiren]

No.

I think my Creator is from Los Angeles.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Maybe not for your home, it isn't. The only way anyone lives in a computer in 1953 is by putting a cot in.

Oh, out in California--I've heard it's nice country out there.

[survivethesiren]

1953?

You are very old.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Hey, now, I'm not that old. You're just from the future.

...You are from the future, aren't you? If computers can create someone like you, I'd guess you'd have to be.

[survivethesiren]

Well your future, I suppose.

I don't know the User year in my world, though.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Somewhere off in the distant future, no doubt, like 1995. You're an impressive development in technology, if you don't mind my saying.

[survivethesiren]

Well thank you. I find myself quite advanced.