Memories and Reflections

I like to change the way things look in the Matrix. Sometimes I personify code, to make it seem more like what it is; a competition. Recently, in some of my spare time, I was working on the data-link, trying to crack it. The encryption on the small device is impressive; suspicious. Today, I changed the image of my decryption from a maze to a park with an old man playing chess. Chess is interesting; a challenge of wits, the victor the one with greater cunning, not the one that thought more. Nothing is greater than cunning. As we played, I could see the code breaking down, the breaks giving me clues to a key, the keys opening small windows for greater information, the information giving me bigger keys, and so forth. I found my way into a nice position, checking his king with my knight. Not game winning, but giving me a good step in the right direction. As he moved his king out of danger into an inferior position, I saw the first barrier break apart. I had passed through one of the security layers on the code. Immediately, images flooded my mind. I saw a picture of myself with a woman and a child. My child? My wife? I didn’t know. I just looked at the picture for a second. Who was she? Or, perhaps, who is she? No feeling, no memory came with the images. Just emptiness and a need to continue playing chess. Then I saw a bank account number. Figuring I had done enough decryption for the moment, I left the code to its own devices and entered the account number into the appropriate bank. One hundred thousand Nuyen, anonymously deposited. The confusion runs thicker as I find out more about myself. Maybe one day I’ll finally understand something new. But for now, I have enough funds to support myself. Just a few days to live, maybe I’ll find out who I am before I die.

Memories and Reflections

Penumbra huntedbuddha