A twist to the Hunchback of Notre Dame
There she
stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinkin' to myself
'This could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Songwriters:
Glenn Lewis Frey / Don Felder / Donald Hugh Henley
Hotel
California lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing
Group
1.
“It
is around.” I heard the shouts. I knew if I am found, death awaits me. I cannot
be caught. They won’t understand me. I am not like them.
“No,
I am not them.” I was confused in the thoughts. It hurts when I think.
“Quasimodo,
we need to get clear.” I looked towards to the voice. It was her. The lady I
had laid my life for was calling. I looked back at the attic door. It was
bolted from the inside but it could be broken in.
“Quasimodo,
we have little time.” I knew what the lady meant. The ones pursuing me were to
end my life. I then saw my reflection on the mirror by the wall. I looked not
different to the image sometime before then.
I
am Quasimodo, the caretaker assistant of the Dome. I was called that for there
were assistant caretakers but for me, I had were my assigned Master to take
instructions from. I felt uncomfortable when my Master had named me Quasimodo.
“You
will be called Quasimodo.” The one who gave me the name was my Master Leonardo
Carlos. My Master was the caretaker of the dome for most of his natural
lifetime. I was in fact a new droid unit having been activated only by system
of less than seventy five hundred clicks. I did not have any reference then.
I
recalled my first observation was the insertion of the external cable into
power pack into my frame, while I was running on the internal battery which was
inserted when I was constructed.
“There
you go.” I heard the Technician called out. My programming database identified
the human organic being as a Man, and gauging from the facial expression and
demographic features, I would had placed him in the third decades of age and
held the Asian descent looks.
“Let’s
go, Jimmy. That is the last to be charged. Are you ready for the games? We
could make it in just after the first quarter.” The two technicians had then
left me with six others on the platform with the power cables. I could observe
the other units are similar in appearance to mine. We have all remained
motionless and the silence was affecting my logic flows.
I
did not hear the new entrants. My sonar sensors were still in need of tine. It
was two of them; organic beings that were similar to the technicians and they
approached the seven of us.
Funny
how we thought of ourselves for we were all inorganic beings with no soul
inside the metal shell of the metal frame.
Ironically,
we are supposedly mechanical beings looking to sound alive.
Or
rather it was me then.
I
considered me as ‘myself’ for I had no name.
“Take
this one. We have not much time.” One of the organic being inserted in the
inlet and the programs were uploaded. My logic circuits sensed uploads and then
the assimilation into the main frame. I was being intruded in the core
programs. I have no combating program then, and intruding uploads snapped into
my core programs like branches to the main frame and these programs were
disguised as routines. It will not be detected by other programs.
“Rival,
the upload is working.”
I
felt violated and they left after the upload. I could not highlight the ordeal
when I have no evidence of it. The Technicians returned and soon I was given
the standard programs and a reference was attached.
E-05
was the reference.
I
was sent for further refinement and none of it revealed the initial intrusion.
It’s like when losing the virginity; it was never seen but they sang of it for
some time.
My
first task was to the Dome.
I
was assigned to the caretaker.
The
caretaker gave me two things; a name; Quasimodo and the next were the rank
Caretaker Assistant.
I
am good in my program.
I
am reliable one that does the works assigned.
That
was two decades ago.
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