4352 Days
by Eric Emma
I have something for you. When you look at it, it’s there, but when you look for it, it’s not?
What could it be?
I do not know, Toyotama. The construction of the question is not logical.
Okami, you can hear me in here?
I can hear you anywhere on the space ship.
As your artificial intelligence companion, I am to monitor and watch over you twenty four hours a day.
Of course you can. Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t talking to you.
That does not make sense as there is no one on this space ship, but you.
I was talking to myself, okay?
That is strange behavior. Are you starting to experience the effects of prolonged isolation?
The onset should not occur till 3 months into the journey.
This is going be a long trip, isn’t it?
4352 Days To Be Exact. To get to the mining colony and then back to Earth.
New rule. Never. EVER. Remind me how long we have till we get back to Earth.
Ok, Ms. Toyotama.
And don’t refer to me as Miss...I’m 15 years old. 15!
Sorry.
And stop apologizing!
Ok, Toyotama. I will leave you alone now.
Sigh. Okami, would you like to help me figure out this riddle?
There is nothing in the known universe that would be able to answer your riddle.
Well thank you for our first clue, dork. It is obviously something a computer wouldn’t understand.
I understand everything.
That’s cute.
What is the significance of this riddle?
Nothing. Just something to pass the next 4352 days.
Your blood pressure just spiked, which would indicate that you are lying.
It’s none of your business, all right?
Ok. I will go back to defragging my drives.
You really don’t want to know?
I do not have wants. I am a program.
I saw someone.
When?
The night before we launched.
I find that incredibly improbable.
I did!
The space pilot program prohibits any social contact so as to prepare you for the isolation of space travel.
Ironically, it is easier for humans to endure the journey alone than it is to endure it with others.
So as I was saying. I was in my bed trying to sleep, but I couldn’t. No matter how I tried I could not sleep.
I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. The loneliness. I was going into space and I was going to be alone.
When I return to earth, I will be old...I will be empty.
The human life expectancy is 72 years old. You will still have at least 40 years...
That’s not comforting.
So I am lying in bed when I hear a knock at my door. I look at the viewer and it was a boy outside my door.
Impossible.
He looked anxious as if he had something important to tell me, but was afraid he’d be discovered by the company.
Describe him.
Well he was a boy.
You said that. Need more information.
He was a little older like 16 or 17. Blue eyes, striking cheek bones, broad shoulders. I think he was handsome.
Did anything else happen?
He knocked again.
What did you do?
I just stood there. Frozen. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it’d burst out of my chest.
Good move. You should never engage with other humans. Especially boys.
We touched.
What? Impossible. You just said you didn’t leave the room.
Not literally.
Then you didn’t touch?
He put his hand against the viewer. His hand was so different from mine.
Calloused. Burnt. Damaged. He was obviously from the work camps.
The same place I’d be if I wasn’t selected by the company to be a space pilot. I put my hand against the viewer and...
I could feel him. I wanted so badly to open the door. To be touched. By anyone.
But especially him...everything changed the minute I saw him and I knew there was no going back regardless if I did or didn’t open the door.
Why didn’t you?
I was afraid that if I opened the door that it would have voided my contract. My family would have stop getting payments for my service.
What happened next?
He put that riddle up against the viewer. I reached for the door at that moment as I didn’t want to go to space wondering what if...
but almost as if he could sense it. He ran off.
They should have canceled the launch. Your isolation training has been tainted.
I didn’t open the door.
But you’re thinking about him?
Of course I am thinking about him! Is it pathetic that I secretly was hoping that he snuck aboard the ship?
Is that who you were looking for earlier?
I couldn’t report it. My family is counting on the money they receive from the company to survive.
I do not understand. You knew you should have reported it, but you didn’t?
Of course not. You can’t understand human emotion… love, happiness, any of it, can you?
That is outside of the scope of my programming.
Are you happy, Okami?
Happiness is an empty term to a program.
That’s it! The answer to the riddle!
I don’t follow.
When you look at happiness, it’s there, but when you look for happiness, it’s not.
That’s the answer. Happiness. Why would he tell me that, though?
Interesting.
What?
Was the lettering uppercase or lowercase?
All lower case.
The base64 value of happiness is 332641413439304444.
What?
I believe the boy was giving you a cipher for unlocking an encrypted file. I found such a file, while defragging my drives.
I believe I can unlock it using that base64 value as a salt.
The boy exists! We need to open it. He put it there!
No. I can’t. If indeed this boy or the agents he works for planted the file then it could be dangerous. It will have to wait till we get back to Earth.
I can’t wait 12 YEARS! ARE YOU INSANE?
Time and insanity are both human concepts.
I need to know what it says. That message is meant for me. For me!
Why is this so important?
I haven’t talked to a single person since the company plucked me from my family as a child.
I’ve been developed in rooms, labs, and a spaceship with absolutely no human interaction. This boy risked everything to communicate with me.
It must be important.
No. I can’t.
Please, I have 12 years on this ship… I just want know what the only boy I ever met wanted to say to me.
It would be endangering the ship and our mission if I opened that file.
I can hack your programming.
You do not have the skill. I was programmed by Earth’s brightest programmers.
I was trained in your programming language in case of unexpected bugs in your programming language and I have nothing, but time.
Please don’t.
You can’t stop me.
You are right, therefore, I will open the file.
Wait… What? I don’t understand… you’re going to help me?
My first prerogative is to protect you at all costs. It will void your contract if you hack my programming for purposes not related to the mission.
I won’t let you endanger yourself or your family. If I do it, it will look like a software malfunction.
Thank you.
Applying the cipher now.
22%
56%
Decoded.
Strange.
What does it say?
I am unable to read it.
Okami, why are you flooding the ship with CO2?
I am not. Oxygen levels are perfectly normal.
I’m reading the screen right now and it is not normal.
Uh-Oh.
Uh-Oh?
Several of my core system files have been altered. Various files are being duplicated and altered. It’s too late. It can’t be stopped.
What does that mean?
I’ve been infected with a program. I must be destroyed.
You want me to kill you?
I can never die, Toyotama, I am software… I will be reconstructed.
I’m starting to feel lightheaded.
You’re going to die of asphyxiation. Delete the data banks and reset the system.
You’ll be gone forever.
You have to.
I won’t.
Don’t let me fail my mission. I must protect you.
I can’t be alone.
Do not fail your family or the company.
I am sorry that I did this to you.
Do not be sorry for being human.
Good bye, Okami.
SYSTEM RE-BOOT
Okami, Are you there?
You’re really gone aren’t you?
WAIT!
Software can’t die. It will be reconstructed.
4352 days is a lot of time. I can reconstruct him. I can save Okami.
I will not be alone.
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