Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 5
To function correctly, humans depend almost entirely upon memories. Memory is an integral part of human cognition allowing individuals to recall and draw upon past events to frame their understanding of the present. Memory also gives individuals a paradigm through which they make sense of the present and the future whilst simultaneously offering the security of a past where experiences and lessons were learned.
After a lingering interlude for summing up dangers but with no logical conclusion, Renyke followed his guide, with some trepidation.
*datapods of mankind that the children in the Midcasts learned from.
They arrived at a unit with barricades and metal shutters. It was constructed from an old underground train carriage, probably from the twenty-first century.
'Here we go,' the woman said.
'That's 50 G-bits for getting you here Mr.'
'I have to get some money first,' said Renyke
'Plus, I don't know how to get the money. What do I need, I have no ID.'
'You don't need ID here Mr. This is the *hiddens' zone, the Urchs got no ID. No ID, no problem.'
'Well. how do I get money?' asked Renyke, now confused about accessing anything that may be stored in his OS. and still dubious about sharing his identity.'
The woman laughed.
'Ya gotta put sometin' up my friend.
'Like my coat?' asked Renyke.
'Na, not in the bank! Your software, course, or hardware, or files, whatever.....just plug in, give some data, get some g-bits innit. They take apps, software, POS.....
Day to Day Data..... is their wayta.....
.....hahahahaha.' The woman cackled.
The woman bashed on the metal door and a hatch opened.
Inside was well guarded by large-framed characters who looked menacing to say the least. They were standard issue security droids, the like of older versions that had been discontinued and recalled, disassembled and disposed of. Security in the Midcasts was controlled by forcefields and lasers with little need for big ugly droids.
Renyke was ushered to a small cubical with an array of plugs and wires. Everything looked antiquated, from the early tech years.
There was a chair and Renyke was motioned to sit down.
'How does it work?' He asked a large droid.
The droid seemed stupefied, slow, sluggish, as if he had been drained of power despite his size. He spoke slowly and slightly slurred with intermittent beeping noises and error warnings.
'Here is the current exchange rate,' said the droid, pointing to a monitor with flashing figures. 'As soon as you are plugged we see what you got and make an offer. Then we transfer. You get a voucher here.'....he pointed to a small printing machine, 'then take it over there and get g-bits or s bits.'
There were hundreds of wires and plugs seemingly for extracting and monitoring every device from the last couple of centuries. Anything from antique video machines to digital clocks seemed to have a lead on offer.
Renyke spotted the mark 3 Droid Cable and shuddered.
He checked his applications. Then all the add-ons. He checked for any temp files he could get rid of. Then he checked the POS and asked if there was a clean-up they could run.
System is currently set to factory install. Removing program files or data could be detrimental to smooth function....this action is not supported.....
more searching......then finally
one file found
possible memory file from last OS
surplus to current operational needs......unable to access file contents
Renyke weighed up the odds.
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