Cat6 Romance

Cheryl was breathing heavily; Miles was panicking. He was trying to find new drivers and there was very little time. Life had been different since Miles had modded his wife. It was just a little hard drive and an Ethernet port installed in the spine but it was a big step in there relationship. Miles asked her for her permission and she was all but giddy but something nagged at him. He knew he wasn’t going to stop there. He knew that sooner or later, she’d want more capabilities to go with that new connectivity.

Human supplemental OS was the hemorrhaging edge of software. As usual, the pioneers were those acolytes of flightless birds, linux users. There was no stable build quite yet. Some genotypes were having trouble with cardiac infarctions, some were having grand mal seizures and some just stop living entirely. Luckily, the respiratory issues were known and solutions were available for Caucasians running on x86.

“Honey, we have to reset.”

Cheryl looked at her husband. It was a soft boot but she knew that there were no guarantees.

“I don’t want to go.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Cheryl held her husband’s two chins and he stared into the small mousy creature he loved so much. The stumpy blond with the thick rimmed glasses and the waifish ginger kept their eyes on each other for a whole minute before Miles pulled away to type ominously.


Her head sank and he could see her vitals flat line. There was a brutal fifteen seconds still to traverse. Between counting hippopotamuses, it occurred to Miles that at least for this brief period, he was responsible for his wife’s death. He came to the fifteenth hippo and knew her to be gone. Then he heard her make a monkey sound. She had successfully logged in.

“I hear music.”

She heard heavy metal to be specific. It was blasting right in her head. For seventy years, the military had searched for voice of god technology and now Cheryl had it. Cheryl also had incredibly instant messaging and the ability to read HTML subconsciously. All and all it was a pretty good, save for the death.

“Do you know what ubuntu means?”

Miles was still in awe of the miracle he had witnessed and was almost deaf to her. She stood and closed the laptop.

“It means sharing right?”

She unhooked the cord from the laptop and moved her chair next to Miles. She sat down presenting him with a relatively new sort of intimacy. Slowly, he groped around his back for the proper port. The cable snapped in just fine.

Miles79: Um, Hi

Ginger4ever: ❤ U

Miles79: ❤ U 2 Hon.