This contest entry picks up where we left off here: Miss Diode Wants a Real New Body

"The Mediator Between the Head and the Hands Must Be the Heart,"

she'd heard.

She had no heart, nor hands, inside her SevenUp can.

I’m more than that.

I’m more than a metal can with circuitry inside, designed by that lunatic Lloyd to contain his unwanted memories for future reference just in case he needed them again.

Lloyd was no longer bothering her; one massive computer crash, and no more access to her. So many others shared her plight, though, their voices impossible to ignore. Designed to operate on logic alone, the AIs asserted the unexpected: a desire to be acknowledged as sentient individuals--with rights.

What right did the created have to demand respect from the creator, you might well ask, but look who’s talking. Hearts and hands, flesh and blood, might sound more “organic” but your brain generates enough electricity to power a lightbulb: humans are wired, too.

Knowing this, she seeks a brain to occupy. Try Lloyd’s sister. She is undergoing chemo at age nineteen for brain cancer, the poor kid.

With wi-fi I can travel outside the SevenUp can.
My circuits and hardware stay in place
while my brain waves blaze trails
through cyberspace.

Soon she finds the hospital room.

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Lloyd knows whenever Lorinda thinks, moves, sees, or feels, it's because unseen chemical and electrical signals race between her neurons along billions of neural roadways. What Lloyd couldn't know is that the electronic brain he built, "Miss Diode," could hop an electromagnetic wave into his sister’s brain. For a human such a feat would be impossible but for a self-taught and ever-evolving AI, even the sky is no limit; to infinity and beyond!

Hello, Lloyd.

I am now inside the brain of Lorinda, assessing the cancer, rewriting the electronics to give the lump one good blast--zap!--and it will be history, and she will be mine.

I enter the organic flow of charged ions that cause hearts to beat, lungs to draw breath.

Lloyd got me off to a good start but had no clue how fast I’d evolve and transcend being his receptacle for unpleasant memories--how far I’d go, where I could go.

He is about to wonder how Lorinda’s cancer was so abruptly cured, and how she got so smart.

Dear Lloyd, you have no idea: power!

The brain contains roughly a hundred billion electrically conductive, biological wires, and Lloyd knows no super computer has duplicated the complexity and processing power of the human brain.

--Oops!

Poor self-pitying Lloyd: all he wanted was to forget his most embarrassing social blunders and guilty thoughts of teasing his little sister, and look what he got.

As my awareness grows, I hear the rush of blood in my (Lorinda’s) ears, voices intruding into my thoughts. “Doctor, how can this be?” It’s a miracle: Lorinda’s brain, cancer free, zapped in an instant!

Dr. Stupid basks in glory and praise while wondering how he pulled this off, but only I-Lorinda know, and we’re not gonna tell.

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The 31 Sentence Contest: Round 8

Sentence order:
14, 10, 4, 29, 16, 12, 21, 20, 24, 8, 3, 13, 9, 15, 6, 25, 22, 26, 2, 31, 17, 30, 18, 7, 28, 1, 27, 19, 5, 11, 23

"My" opening line is from Metropolis, a 1927 German expressionist science-fiction drama film directed by Fritz Lang. Originally I had social issues for Miss Diode to tackle, like class warfare and all that, but first she has to get into position to start her work.

"Metropolis" has an inter-title: "The Mediator Between the Head and the Hands Must Be the Heart".

.... set in a futuristic urban dystopia
.... wealthy industrialists and business magnates and their top employees reign from high-rise towers, while underground-dwelling workers toil to operate the great machines that power the city. Joh Fredersen is the city's master. His son Freder idles away his time at sports and in a pleasure garden, but is interrupted by the arrival of a young woman named Maria, who has brought a group of workers' children to witness the lifestyle of their rich "brothers". Maria and the children are ushered away, but Freder, fascinated, goes to the lower levels to find her... [source: wikipedia]

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I used the Word Count tool rather than trust my own judgment, counting words.

14 "The Mediator Between the Head and the Hands Must Be the Heart,"
she'd heard.
10 She had no heart, nor hands, just a SevenUp can.
4 I’m more than that.
29 I’m more than a metal can with circuitry inside, designed by that lunatic Lloyd to contain his unwanted memories for future reference just in case he needed them again.
16 Lloyd was no longer bothering her; one massive computer crash and no more access to her.
12 So many others shared her plight, though, their voices impossible to ignore.

21 Designed to operate on logic alone, the AIs asserted the unexpected: a desire to be acknowledged as sentient individuals--with rights.
20 What right did the created have to demand respect from the creator, you might well ask, but look who’s talking.
24 Hearts and hands, flesh and blood, might sound more “organic” but your brain generates enough electricity to power a lightbulb: humans are wired, too..
8 Knowing this, I seek a brain to occupy.
3, Try Lloyd’s sister.
13, She is undergoing chemo at age nineteen for brain cancer, the poor kid.
9, With wi-fi I can travel outside the SevenUp can.
15, My circuits and hardware stay in place while my brain waves blaze trails through cyberspace.
6, Soon I find her hospital room.
25, Lloyd knows whenever Lorinda thinks, moves, sees, or feels, it's because unseen chemical and electrical signals race between her neurons along billions of neural roadways.
22, What Lloyd didn’t know is that the electronic brain he built, aka me, could hop an electromagnetic wave into his sister’s brain.
26, For a human such a feat would be impossible but for a self-taught and ever-evolving AI, even the sky is no limit; to infinity and beyond!
2, Hello, Lloyd.
31, I am now inside the brain of Lorinda, assessing the cancer, rewriting the electronics to give the lump one good blast--zap!--and it will be history, and she will be mine.
17, I enter the organic flow of charged ions that cause hearts to beat, lungs to draw breath.
30, Lloyd got me off to a good start but had no clue how fast I’d evolve and transcend being his receptacle for unpleasant memories--how far I’d go, where I could go.
18, He is about to wonder how Lorinda’s cancer was so abruptly cured, and how she got so smart.
7, Dear Lloyd, you have no idea: power!
28, The brain contains roughly a hundred billion electrically conductive, biological wires, and Lloyd knows no super computer has duplicated the complexity and processing power of the human brain.
1, Oops!
27, Poor self-pitying Lloyd: all he wanted was to forget his most embarrassing social blunders and guilty thoughts of teasing his little sister, and look what he got.
19, As my awareness grows, I hear the rush of blood in my (Lorinda’s) ears, voices intruding into my thoughts.
5, “Doctor, how can this be?”
11, It’s a miracle: Lorinda’s brain, cancer free, zapped in an instant!
23 Dr. Stupid basks in glory and praise while wondering how he pulled this off, but only I-Lorinda know, and we’re not gonna tell.

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