Here’s a short excerpt for a short story I’m working on:
Casey Peters stared at his device with a hopeful sense of achievement. He had just created his greatest device. A device that would let him recreate any special moment or complex scenario that usually happened in relationships with any girl he knew, any girl wanted, any girl he desired.
“Oh man, I can’t believe you actually finished it! Do you think it’s going to work?” his friend, Terry Clint asked. His cream-coffee colored eyes began to widen like saucers at Casey’s greatest invention. The device emitted a turquoise glow that beat off his face and flickered in the dark room of Casey’s basement.
“I don’t know, I hope so,” Casey said nervously.
He placed the small machine on his desk. The device was a sleek laptop encased in a protective glass finish. It was a hundred times more stylish than an Apple Macbook and its technology in comparison made it a relic. Peters moved his fingertips across the glowing touch screen in orchestrating fashion. The displayed digital rotating cogs and weird panels reacted to his every touch. It stated coded numbers and sequences with complex diagonistics only Casey could decipher. It was exactly like the heads-up displays in sci-fi movies Casey had seen in the Matrix or Minority Report. He then magically dipped both his hands into the screen then enlarged it significantly by spreading his arms out. The turquoise glowing screen suddenly shape-shifted into a massive bright sphere. It completely illuminated the room. Casey found himself rotating a 3-D globe with traces of lines that connected with each other like co-ordinated vectors with his outstretched palms.
“Whoa, what is that?” Terry asked, literally crippled with astonishment.
“This? Okay, this is really cool,” Casey scooted up on his seat excitedly, gearing up to explain the sophisticated diagram to his friend.
“This thing right here is a visual archive map of my memories that I uploaded with the program ‘Seize’.
“What’s Seize?”
“Just software I created to make all this possible, without it I don’t think I’d be able capture my memories,” Casey explained.
“Oh alright,”
Casey pointed at glowing bulb-lighted core hollowed within his enlarged sphere.
“See that? That thing in the middle is the center of where all my memories originate. It’s like the core processor which is basically the ‘brain’ of the system. The lines that extend from the core represent transitional segments of various chronological sequences that connect all these little reticule cogs, which are like axioms or brain nodes. The cogs or nodes, whatever you wanna call it, represent all my memories of all the girls I ever dated or been with and it let’s me interact or re-interact with those saved memories I have of them once I choose to access one. For example, this cog right here,” Casey tapped a cog on the enlarged sphere and it lit up in a neon hot white light. It rotated rapidly and the screen immediately zoomed in on the cog. It then transformed into an individual sub sphere then opened up like a shell. “This cog here is a memory capsule that works like a computer file. It stores this memory I have of a particular person related to my love life in any way. With Seize I can go into that memory and relive it or alter it but it doesn’t alter anything in real-time,” Casey finished explaining.
The cog then showed displayed a video relay of a girl with dark hair and caramel colored skin. The two friends were looking at a live action stream of her sitting on a wooden bench at a recreational park. She seemed nervous and held onto her purse tightly. She then looked back at the screen and smiled, flashing incredibly white teeth.
“Wow! oh she’s a knockout man, who is that?” Terry asked
“Clarissa Johnson. May 17, 2005. My first kiss,”
“You had your first kiss when you were 18?” Clint said.
“Shut up,”
Terry shrugged.
“This was a special moment Terry but I just wished it never happened,”
“Why?”
“She had. She had a boyfriend,” Casey said with a hint of guilt.
“SO?” Terry said nonchalantly.
“He was my best friend,”
“Damn Casey, I thought I was your best friend, anyways big deal”
Casey shook his head with disgust.
“So those light up dot thingys are like all the girls you ever hooked up with? That’s crazy. You got like a million of ‘em” Terry said still amazed.
“Yeah I guess. I can also add new ones,”
“How”
Casey held up a another futuristic looking device that that he held up. It was a transparent round piece that he slid onto his right eye like a pair of contacts.
“That my friend, I will have to show you,”
