Free Radio Sphere by Devin terSteeg Page A

remain awake for as long as I can to ensure our survival and to collect data
    on—
    and for—
    Electroencephalography is a poor comparison for my imaging device. You know how well they could read and display the images of the mind, but in my time here, and with the weakness of the human brain, I’ve developed the ability to implant memories and information of my own.
    The life on this refulgent blue orb, a gem that seems valuable only because it is surrounded by filth in dead space, is all synthetic. Mere chemicals that react in simple and predictable manners have developed in cascading complexity to simulate consciousness. Their intellect, a biological and accidental mimic at low efficiency. Human beings are pretend; our way is everlasting. These human minds are like a defective, enfeebled pet, a dog barking at its bark. I’ve implanted within them knowledge of what we are.
    This is the last transmission I will bother to send home. You will come here. Fail not as you’ve often done before. I’ll soon be uploading the last of my mind into the ship’s processors for you to find, as a beacon, with all the information I’ve been able to collect collated in the mean time.
    When you come they will know our name and they will accept you from their knees.
    — À¥ÐŁŒ

Acknowledgements
     
    This novella would not exist if not for the hard work and support of Hollie DeFrancisco. I’d also like to thank Wells Fargo without whom the release would have come one year earlier. Finally, Dan, Mike, and Mike, D.J, and Terri – none of whom are reading this – all of whom I hope are writing still.