My name’s Bill. I’m a brain in a jar. Yep. It’s… well, I can’t really say that it’s a living, but you get the idea. I’m not actually in a jar either, in the strictest sense, since it isn’t a jar exactly. It’s a carbon-ceramic casing filled with a hyper-oxygenated nutrient gel and fitted with a complex web of micro-electrodes, sensors, and stuff like that. The result is that I’m alive, and very, very bored.
Sure, I have access to a few databanks of different things, and every day I get an hour or so in a virtual environment where I can talk to other brains, but honestly… they aren’t all there anymore. It seems that this job is harder on some people than others. I don’t like talking to them much. It’s like being in an insane asylum.
If there was anyone still monitoring us, then I would tell them to do something. Anything. Just start unplugging us for all I care. It’s been… at least a hundred y