(Dis)integration
She’d heard about the process at length – the mixture of searing pain and unimaginable pleasure as circuit meets circuit and electrical impulses find new synaptic relays. She’d heard the scare stories too and seen alarming demonstrations; cyberpsychosis they called it, ‘fusions’ flying into station walls, stuck in a loop, endlessly nudging the walls until station guns open fire.
She braced herself in her seat and leaned forward, shaking with adrenaline she pressed the button to begin the integration process.
Commander Karrington no longer flew the ship, she was the ship. She gently thought the thrusters upwards as two became one.
She’d heard about the process at length – the mixture of searing pain and unimaginable pleasure as circuit meets circuit and electrical impulses find new synaptic relays. She’d heard the scare stories too and seen alarming demonstrations; cyberpsychosis they called it, ‘fusions’ flying into station walls, stuck in a loop, endlessly nudging the walls until station guns open fire.
She braced herself in her seat and leaned forward, shaking with adrenaline she pressed the button to begin the integration process.
Commander Karrington no longer flew the ship, she was the ship. She gently thought the thrusters upwards as two became one.