It is a trait distinctive of the human species. It is a trait my employer, the man that hired me, is especially guilty of. But I am no better than him. When he hired me to do the impossible—the unthinkable—I jumped at the chance to further explore my research. I jumped at the chance to prove myself better than God. For the last one hundred years or so, Science and mankind alike have pondered the simple question: Where does the energy of the mind go once a person is dead? Can it—what many consider to be the soul—be captured? Contained? Can a new consciousness be birthed and programmed in its place? Word got to my employer that I had created what many governments and factions were still trying to perfect. Artificial Intelligence. A human-like, computer generated consciousness. The name of the program was “Project Sapphire.”
