charloft - Plan G

Have you ever had to re-evaluate your life?

"It won't work," Glitch said quietly as he gazed at the glass tank. He'd said the same thing ten annuals before, as the anesthesia began to take effect and Raynz ordered him to start counting. Ninety-nine, ninety-eight-

He flinched and reached up to touch the cool metal teeth of the zipper that bisected his scalp. The atmosphere in the brain room had to be meticulously maintained in order to preserve and protect the machinery which was preserving and protecting one of the Zone's most precious resources: Ambrose.

It was a silly way to look at it, since for every intent and purpose Glitch was Ambrose, and the brain matter in the tank before him was just a lump of tissue. It was not sentient, that much had been determined, and whatever proper memories that it may have held had long since been replaced by strings of code to run the sun seeder. Which was why...why...

( 'It won't work.' )