posted on Sep, 18 2011 @ 12:58 PM
I felt a cold breeze on the back of my neck. Looking over at the window I noticed it was still wide open. The year is 2012, January the 1st. I looked
at the clock and the time was 11:11. I snickered momentarily without knowing why before deciding I should get some sleep soon. I had lost track of
time writing an article for my blog. I run a blog with my own comic strip and other funny stuff. It's a relatively new and modern way to work from
home, it is how I make a living.
The bedroom door creaked as I carefully nudged it open. My girlfriend Katie was fast asleep, making a soft snoring noise. She really needs to quit
smoking those joints I thought to myself. After the complimentary toe stab in the dark, I was able to make my way into bed. I had trouble sleeping
that night. I kept waking up feeling like there was something in my room and I had some extremely disturbing dreams that didn't make any sense.
My crusted eyelids pealed open and I slowly became aware that I was on the recliner downstairs. My head was aching. Something didn't seem right. It
was morning and the sun was up. I concluded that my headache was from a lack of sleep and went to make a coffee. I couldn't stop thinking about how I
got downstairs though. Even though I haven't done it before I eventually convinced myself I must have walked downstairs in my sleep. I tried to
remember what I was dreaming to no avail.
Coffee dripped onto the computer desk as I placed my mug down and prepared to initiate my morning rituals; checking my email, blog etc. I must have
slept like a rock after coming downstairs, I don't usually sleep so late. I assumed Katie must be at work because it was a Monday. I started up my PC
and opened gmail and found that I only had one new email with no subject line.
Upon opening the email it seemed like the email was entirely blank. Noticing that gmail was blocking the images in the email I clicked the button that
allows me to see the images. An animated gif image appeared on the screen. Several frames of the image quickly flashed before my eyes and I sat there
in a trance-like state as the animated image continued to show me a secession of quickly changing images that I couldn't make out.
When it finished my web browser crashed but my headache was gone. Very quickly I noticed that I wasn't the same. Something...had changed inside of
me, my mind was processing thoughts differently. Suddenly I understood the most complex mathematical concepts. I also felt much more spiritual, I felt
a strong surge of energy bring me to life. It was like something inside of me awakened, something that was always there but was finally given the
chance to burn brightly.
Feeling like a mathematical genius, I decided to learn how to program. I felt that I could vastly expand my online presence if I learnt to program, I
always wanted to learn anyway; now I could be a pro. Katie arrived home later that day, she told me that I was still in bed when she left the house
for work. She didn't really understand or care about my whole enlightenment experience so I just left it alone and tried to act normal.
Day 23. In the last few weeks I've spent all of my time learning most of the programming languages created by Humans...and I call them Humans because
I no longer consider myself Human. Something has changed and I'm now different from ever other person on Earth...I need to accept that. It wasn't
long before I designed my own programming language. It was much better than any Earthly attempt if I do say so myself. I didn't stop there however,
before long I had created my own operating system.
I finally decided to see what was in the gif file. I didn't want to risk looking at it again in case it did something else to me, but I made sure to
open it with an application that would simply show me the individual frames that make up the entire animation. Each frame contained a bunch of weird
symbols that looked nothing like any Earth language...I couldn't make any sense of them but they felt vaguely familiar. I spent several hours just
staring at the symbols.
"When are you going to get off that thing and come to bed with me! You're turning into a damn zombie!" Katie yelled. "Come on Adam...look at the
time." she moaned. She was pouring herself a glass of milk as she liked to do each night before bed. I glanced over at the clock and it was 11:11. I
had an uneasy feeling of déjà vu. I switched the clock off after deciding it was only serving as a distraction.
"Just give me another hour or two...I'm working on something important." I muttered incoherently. Not because I was tired but because my mind was
completely focused on a program I was working on. Katie didn't know it, but I planned to stay up all night. She waddled upstairs to bed with her
glass of milk as I sat tapping keyboard keys through the quite cold night. I find that my mind functions better late at night, I'm not sure why yet.