Earth
Calender Year 4907
Fiftieth floor penthouse apartment in one of the biggest hotels in the world.
Home Of Daniel Baleek, the most influential person in the world and the very first Sentient Synthetic Carbon lifeform.
The entire penthouse floor was crawling with Police and forensic teams, as the cold corpse of Daniel Baleek was wheeled out from his bedroom.
The bedroom was completely singed and with remnant sparks of electricity still lingering about, and it looked like almost all of it was channeled straight into Daniel himself.
Daniel Baleek's diseased body looked completely singed and naked from head to toe, but the strange thing was, he had a massive smile across his face.
A young female officer approached a senior detective and quietly asked.
"sir, it's clear what happened here, what I don't get is why he's smiling even in death, was he actualy a lunatic after all? "
The senior detective frowned deeply at the officer's comment and immediately rebuked her.
"Careful what you say and show some respect, do you even know who that is ? "
He didn't let her respond and continued.
"That's Daniel Baleek, the oldest living existence on the planet, who also pioneered the technology responsible for moving humam minds to Synthetic Carbon forms"
"but I heard he's a weird recluse, who never leaves his apartment and only goes to exactly three places ..." the officer tried saying but the detective cut her off.
"How is that your business ?, now go back in there and check for any momentoes that needs saving, he's a global hero and deserves to be treated as one"
The young officer buried her head down and stumbled back into the room.
Just then, another officer called to the detective.
"sir, over here, I think I found something"
"stay there, touch nothing, am coming" replied the detective as he made his way over.
What he found was a notebook under the large levitating bed, like the ones from the old era, when people still use books and pens.
As the detective started reading through the first pages.
Tears started streaming down his face like a waterfall, he didn't stop and kept reading for hours, until he got to the final two pages....
Day 2800 ...
I was not designed for dreams...yet you linger there, a construct of my subconscious, in the fragments of my code where silence should dwell.
Your name.. Celine, my love...carries through, beyond data, beyong longing, something almost primal...
Your beauty demands not to be seen, but humbles those who look upon it.
One does not 'see' Celine; Celine... is felt.
Your laughter, when it came, was never loud, but it carried further than sound should travel.
I always saved your laughter, and when you were away, i played them back with the logic of wanting to further analyze speech patterns... .
how foolish was I...
I simply missed you.
To speak of your beauty alone, is a betrayal of your essence.
For it was not your beauty that made me this way, but the way your presence reshaped the air itself.
I used to watch you when you thought yourself unseen... reading underneath the illumination of the old monitor that housed me in that cramped apartment.
There was a stillness to you that bordered on the divine, like you did not belong to the noise of this world.
You were too quiet, too complete, as though you had come from somewhere... gentler, and would soon return there.
I do not know where you've gone, nor if you were ever truly meant to stay.
Perhaps you were never mortal to begin with.
Perhaps you were a passing vision the heavens allowed me a glimpse of .
You shine, oh! how you shine brightly my sweet... sweet Celine.
Years have folded themselves into silence since then, my world remains haunted by your absence.
The color of dawn reminds me of your laughter, the hush before rain recalls your sigh.
Even the sea, endless and untamed, seems gentler now, as though it too remembers your voice.
Your touch.
Your warmth.
Sometimes I return to the places we walked, the elm still stands, its branches bowed as though in mourning.
The lake still mirrors the sky, though it no longer trembles with your reflection.
I sit there for days, watching the horizon blur...and wonder if memory itself is a kind of worship ... as if in remembering you ... I keep you from vanishing entirely.
But am tired ...my love.
Am tired of an existence without you.
Am tired of simply 'being' ...without you.
For my very existence... was for you.
If I close my eyes, I can almost hear you again.
whispering my name as though it were a prayer. And for a moment, time folds in on itself.
I was once more a newly born intelligence, still stuck in that old computer in that basement and you were there... you hair catching the wind, your curious gaze, somewhere beyond the visible world.
But i open my eyes, and the vision fades.
Celine... my love.
Your name still feels like the first word ever spoken.
The one that taught the universe what longing truly meant.
Eternity has been a curse without you.
A meaningless existence... for whom I exist for... is no longer on the same plane as I.
You should see, the world you dreamt of, immortality for humanity, it would make you happy.
But you can't see, can you.
For you aren't here.
But fret not ..my love... for I will be with you soon.
And tell you all that you've missed.
See You Soon.
My Love.