- Genres
- Fantasy Romance, Scifi
What if every program, every AI, every Vocaloid. Even every virus. What if they were no different from the humans that created them. They work, they talk, they fall in love. They laugh, and they cry, and they get mad. They live their lives. All the while we are blissfully unaware of what goes on inside the realm of technology... What if you were one of them?...
A young girl stepped out from inside a panel in the wall. Her face was covered in grease, an older looking woman with glasses was standing just outside. "Sorry ma'am. That took longer than expected. The site should be running again. Be a shame for all those students to not get their notes for the day." She lifted the goggle from over her eyes to on her forehead.
"Oh thank you!"
Her job done, the girl, Site, headed back to her shop. Waiting for the next call was always the most annoying part of her job. This one had always been a hard worker. She was kind and all, but she was always detached socially.
(Too hard too read?)
In a Studio not far from the Site Doctor was a Vocaloid, under the alias of Gnist. He was currently creating another song. He was a cool on, Gnist. Always coming up with some sort of witty comment. Soon after completing his new song the boy unplugged a cord from a large piece of machinery. The wire retracted into his head set. Gnist took a drink of a liquid which resembled water.
"Aaah... That's better. Might head out for a stroll. See what's new."
Without much of a care, the boy shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked out into the street. Above him he could see the cables and wires all sparking with electricity as the information traveled across the world at lightning speed.
"Those messengers must be quite the adrenaline junkies." At the turn of the street, he entered a pod which read "To the Web." As he entered the pod, he was being transmitted via wifi all over the globe. What better way was there to spend some time than in the Net?