The Computer for the Galaxy
I became a Computer. . . not the whole, of course, but the most important part of it – the Solver.
I want to destroy the one who made me like that.
Why did I agree to be picked up?
I just thought that if I was going to run the Galaxy, I would do it differently. . . I don’t know how, but differently. . .
So that you don’t have to make heads out of boys for the ships. . . Ships are created for war with other Worlds. . . These Worlds are so far away and it takes a long time to fly there – that’s why we need ships.
When the boys were raised up, they had to enter the passage of the Source themselves. The Source creates ships and there is no one in them anymore – just an empty hull and a brain that will lead the ship where Order will point.
The girls stayed on Earth. . . another one like yours. . .
They were taken from their parents as soon as their brothers raised up.
Those parents who did not want to gave the girl were killed. . . So that everyone could see and know what would happen for non-compliance with the Law.
My parents were also killed, and I was taken to the House. . . The house where These lived. At that time I was seven years old, for you. . .
The first generation of This. . . The Supreme Emperor. . . he fucked me the same day I was brought in.
I even liked him a little. . . at first. . . Then he said that I should serve him and not others – there are many of them – the Emperor’s children. .
I would have served only him, but then I was raped by others. . . from the first tribe. . . then from the second…
Then the Head guard started fucking me and I became the worst – dirt. . . So this one said. . . that one. . . – the first one.
I wanted to die faster and I came to the Source myself – to be raised up too. . .
Girls were raised up, too. . . when they didn’t want to live anymore.
It doesn’t really hurt – you just don’t have a body afterwards, that’s all.
Then the Order – it’s a voice in my head – tells me what to do.
The Order told me that I must search for the spoilage on Earth and destroy it. . .
It’s easy – you think about those who raped you and erase their symbols. . .
And there won’t be any of them – that’s what I thought at the time. . .
After I erased them, I was shown new symbols and the Order said that I did a good job, but now, to destroy the spoilage even more, I need to figure out how to erase these new symbols as well. . .
Symbols are alive. . . When you look at them they try to escape and you need to chase it first into a dead end from which there is no way out. . .
Then they die themselves – because they can’t find a way out of the traps that I invent. . . more and more. . .
I even enjoyed doing it. . . at firs. . . then I realized. . . I began to guess that these symbols represent those I loved – my parents, my grandparents. . . and those who lived before. . . those of my family that I didn’t know.
And I stopped thinking.
At first it was dark and I could no longer see the new symbols and traps. . .
Then it got very cold and I couldn’t think anymore. . . only someone was searching my memory for what I could come up with all this time. Then even that was gone and I was left alone in the dark.
I could remember over and over again what I had done, what had been done to me. . . but then I got tired and stopped thinking at all. . . about it.
I began to think about how to make sure that nothing and no one was. . . neither me nor others. . . no one. . . just the Abyss.