Connected

Prologue

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; 

My friends forsake me like a memory lost: 

I am the self-consumer of my woes— 

They rise and vanish in oblivious host, 

Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes 

And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed 

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, 

Into the living sea of waking dreams, 

Where there is neither sense of life or joys, 

But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; 

Even the dearest that I loved the best 

Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod 

A place where woman never smiled or wept 

There to abide with my Creator, God, 

And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, 

Untroubling and untroubled where I lie 

The grass below—above the vaulted sky.

~ I Am- By John Clare~

2122. The year in which Bionics thrived. This was the year when the world changed. Changed drastically, through one single announcement, one single breakthrough in science and Human Synthetic Engineering which would shape the future.

Doctor Roland Morgan, a prodigy in Human Synthetic Engineering and Bionics, finally created the very first, sentient, Human Synthetic, on March 30 2122. He was nervous. Sweat fell from the doctors brow like water falling from a waterfall. He had never thought himself able to do it. Countless nights working out several chinks in his creations code, his vision seemingly growing nigh impossible in his attempt to finally do what no one had done before.

Successfully Merge Man And Machine.

He stepped out of the doors, into a blinding light of flashing cameras and the near deafening sound of a thousand reporters yelling questions at the doctor. His head ached, a dull throb just behind his forehead which had been bugging him all morning. He'd barely gotten any sleep the night before, working tirelessly to make sure his creation was functional, for today he would announce it to the public, to the world. Major Corporate investors and their representatives from all over the globe had come to Neo City that day to see the latest in Bionic Technology, and they all stood, visible through the crowd in their intimidating black suits and black limo's.

Doctor Morgan took a gulp of dry saliva,realising that he had never before in his whole life, wanted something to drink more than he did now. He desperately wanted to clear the dryness in his throat.

He stood behind the microphone, flashing lights from camera's all over, with reporters holding holotapes forward in an effort to record what the Doctor had to say.

"Hello." He began, his voice shaky. "Citizens of Neo City, and the world."

He hadn't written any speeches. Doctor Roland Morgan was no man to write a speech even if his life depended on it. He believed too much time and effort would need to go into memorising his speech and speaking to himself in the mirror like some madman was out of the question, so he just winged it.