Norton sat in amazement. His data was flowing across the screen, a downpour of moments. All of the things he experienced through five years of his life flashed before his eyes in a series of equations, charts, and pivot tables. When he pressed on a date range, he saw video or heard audio. It was a piecemeal of media that became a quilt of his history. Early into this display, his mind found a rationalization for the big stuff: Birth, graduations, birthdays, and things of that nature. However, what really troubled him were the moments that were captured that didn't portray a significant milestone: stubbing his toe when he was four, sneezing in the sun while on senior spring break, and even the tossing of every nightmare-ridden night.
He looked over to the Overseer as the anger pushed up his throat. "Norton, do not say anything. You do not understand the context in which this activity is encapsulated. You are observing your story - every single thing you will ever do is being recorded. Everything. Every moment is captured and then stored at Central. Forever. Don't look at it as invasion. You will be immortalized in history - all you need to do is search for your identification number. You'll find anything you want to know about yourself. We all are here. This is the collective. Preserved for all time. Nothing is more glorious." |
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