Free CyberpunkErotica by Ora le Brocq Page A

reform a bad boy, even though you can’t. They are just scum, through and through.
    Indeed, I was accepting the conditioning of society all over again. I could have made myself a princess or an alpha corps or anything at all, but I knew I would never truly believe it or accept it. I therefore made my own reality based on the old one, with just a few tweaks to put me on a slightly better footing. In this world, I will always have money for food and the utility bills, so I will never be cold or have the water cut off again. I now live in a slightly better area. I’ll never be attacked again.
    I copied myself into the programme buffer, ready to be transmitted in. The final step was to erase the knowledge of what I knew from the copy version of me. I couldn’t let myself know what I knew, so I reconfigured my synapses and wiped my memory of Vine Corp, of the experiment, of all my knowledge and enlightenment. I made myself smaller. I created my own fictional universe in which I could fit in and survive, the same way we all do, day after day, to survive the horror and reality of life.
    I then dumped this smaller version of myself through the buffer and gave myself life. The life I can never have. The life I never could have had, even before. I can only survive by not knowing these things, by believing I have genuine choice rather than the illusion of choice.
    If you are reading this, you have discovered the written record I have left behind, hidden away in a system file. I felt I ought to record all that happened to me, maybe out of vanity, maybe out of hope that one day this document will be read and wondered at for the world will be better. But I know this will never be.
    Do not search for me. By now, I am dead.
    Just like everyone else.
    All that remains is a small copy of me, limited, constrained but unaware of being limited and constrained.
    Just like everyone else.
    Existing. Surviving. Moving forward one day at a time, controlled by society, by expectation, by those in power. By my own small perceptions.
    Just like everyone else.
    Just like you.
    You don’t screw the system. The system has already screwed you.

    About the Author
    Ora le Brocq lives, works, and takes inspiration from the Malvern Hills that dominate her home. She enjoys the writing almost as much as the research.