1/9/2024 0 Comments Set adrift on memory bliss![]() ![]() He was obsessed with Maria, had been since they first met, and to this day still, all throughout his marriage with Dawn, Maria was on his mind and the life that could have been. He knew she was playing him and he enjoyed the attention. Ah, Maria, what a woman, he thought to himself, she loved the flirting and the money he was making. The one that got away was all Dawn’s fault, he remembered. They had known each other professionally for a few years, freelancing was a small world and occasionally they’d be working on the same projects, but nothing romantic had ever happened, Harold was always too busy chasing another younger piece of skirt he had no chance with. Harold and Dawn had met in a bar on a work night after a particularly long but successful implementation. What did they know, Harold shrugged inwardly, he had 40 years of developer experience and this stuff was just software for him to play with. The world and his dog complained about the ethics of it all so this version of code was banned commercially but you could still get hold of old versions and tinker with it. Many psychologists warned about the dangers, that there was no way to recall an authentic memory and it was always stored in the subconscious somehow as a perception of that memory warped by time, experience, and bias. Harold had 40 years experience as a developer, he knew his plan was foolproof. Did you trip over her wedding dress during your first dance? No problem, ZAP, you had the grace of Gene Kelly. They claimed they could let you recall some older, happier memories more vividly than ever before using this, some even claimed that it could alter your memories so you could relive new ones and never tell the difference.ĭid you fumble that first kiss? No problem, ZAP, it had been perfect. At first, he scorned the idea of sticking wires and a chip in his head to download memories or be smart, or whatever it was supposed to do, but then he started seeing those around him with one implanted and that stupid grin that came with it. He’d heard so much about this new treatment for those with memory problems or Alzheimer’s Disease that a fancy car bloke - what was his name again? - had invented a few years ago. ‘ Why woman?! Why?! Just leave them in the bathroom with you, don’t traipse waterlogged footprints all over the lino!’ his thoughts screamed around in his aging skull.Īfter all this time though he had decided to do something about it. Leaving her slippers lying outside the bathroom door so when she stepped out the shower she could walk straight into them. The folding the corner of a page in a book to mark her place - good God he hated that. They had a good life together but Harold long ago started to convince himself it was merely tolerable, and how her every move, every habit just rubbed him up the wrong way. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when he fell out of love for the woman he had married and when her very being became nauseating for him to be around.
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