My
given name was Michael Matthew Markum. It has been 469 years since
anyone has called me any of that. I acquired the label M-1 at the
self-assured age of thirty-one, after my first robotic creation
blew up in what was once my face. Only news reports ever addressed
me as M-1; Mike, or "M" were the most often used labels.
I've not heard either of them used for over 137 years, not since
I learned several of my creations' started an exclusive community
they call ATII. --- I still don't feel like talking about that.
Fortunately I don't need
companionship; my life has always been solitary. I found a quiet
little planet isolated from everyone and I've been cultivating it
ever since I arrived. My only companion on this planet I call Heart
is a creature named Bub. I say companion but the fact is I've only
seen this creature once, twenty years ago. And yet several weeks
past Bub downloaded a large bundle of information into my hardware
while I was ... sleeping. I have no idea why it chose to give me
this story surreptitiously, nor why it chose to give it to me now.
It is a most independent, elusive, and frustrating creature.
Everything about Bub
is curious, and that takes a lot of explaining. I spent several
days contemplating the information it gave me and several many more
working it into a story I decided to call The
Last Great Gasp. I think once you read this story you will
realize you are finally being told the truth about the human tragedy
referred to as The Great Reset. |