A dream of light… the exhilaration of cyberspace…

In that single temporal moment of his young temporal life, he saw his life as it was. One moment isolated itself from all the rest; one moment crystallized and distinguished from the dull continuum of delirium. The Idea rose to his sharp attention, in sterile clarity of pure consciousness.

It began with forgetting.

Was it a decision that had come from himself?

As it began, he immediately forgot his present. The physical surrounding retracted from his attention. Signals in sensory channels equilibriumed to an unbroken stream of white noise. The body itself retracted. Lines of light crossed his vision, at first impulsively, almost psychotic; then, an order emerged. It became a logical proliferation of a virtual lattice, fractalesque, unfolding in meaningful rhythms.

Who was he?

A slight idea suspends itself at the edge, a whisper of a shadow. It was some obscure algorithm processing on spare power, observing the simplifying mindscape. Was it himself? A caricature drawn in simplest logic, perhaps… like a finite matrix of infinite internal relations. It was not himself; it was an instantaneous abstract being oscillating in an uncertain space. What is it? He tried to remember. In unexpected and most undesirable response, memory crashed back, severing the fluid dream. That slight idea of himself yelled loudly and ballooned explosively, expanding in all colors and shapes, murderous in desire and greed. Horror. He saw himself. What is he but a beast? Sex, death, blood, gore… Images and odors, childhood nightmares and repressed traumas, they soaked through every pore of the subtle dream.