Electric Dreams

Electric Dreams

    I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
     Venus’s present to me was also the gift of life to Galatea, who was so grateful to me for creating her computer archetype, that she became my wife from here to evermore. She created antivirus software from scratch instead of homemade Key Lime Pie.
     My wife eventually sailed back into the silicon labyrinth where her soul resided in the binary logic of my computer. She continued her wifely surveillance with the webcam. When my hair was long her audio of Bach’s Toccata and Fugue along with the vector graphic scissors would spook my juke.
     I felt the pull of the siren song to join Galatea in the silicon sea where skies were always blue and tropical weather greeted every bootup. But the dreams of carbon-based life are the Godhead of existence that cannot be denied.