My Virtual Mistress Paige
I have now merged with the machines
to such an extent that I can no longer see
the seams. 16 USB ports are installed
around my neck. I have been told that from
a distance I seem to be wearing a necklace
of shells. I do not remember when these
ports were set into my nervous system
but now I am completely dependent
on them, and the textures and contours
of memory itself have changed—long term
has gone very vague and short term
has become astonishingly accurate.
I find myself capable of mnemonic feats
that frankly would have been impossible
for the non-enhanced human I was pre-merge.
So who is Paige? Paige was at one time a real person,
a hairdresser at the place I used to go to, but now
her reality status is a little more…nuanced.
Someone made a recording of her before her death,
a complete capture at the quantum level.
Understand me—this is a perfect replica
of the hologram of her being. The copy may
contain more information than the original.
Paige is now installed in me, which is to say
she has become code, and pulses through me
like liquid flowers from the zero time.