Dawn knocked on Alicia’s door.

‘Who is it?’

‘Dawn’.

‘Enter’.

Dawn opened the door and was greeted by clouds of smoke and the smell of pot. She squinted and made her way into the room. ‘Do you smoke pot all the time?’ she asked.

‘Only when I’m awake,’ Alicia answered.

‘What’s up?’ Dawn asked.

‘I want you to tell me more about my AI in the future. I know how I imagine it, but I want to hear what you know.

‘Well, it’s been described to me as a very beautiful thing, especially from a scientific perspective. It brought a new elegance and order. It became like a world in itself, you know. Just like the universe; vast and explosive, yet with an underlying order that allows for life to thrive on a place like earth. In the end it’s simply elegance and order. In the outcome of the singularity, you brought the elegance to AI. Jimmy’s AI is very solid. Very functional. It gets things done at a mechanical level, and has even been trained to be loving and affectionate, but it’s your work that gives dreams to AI.

Alicia’s eyes were lit. ‘That’s what I want. I want my AI to have dreams’.

‘Well that’s good. It’s the dreams that gives AI a doorway to consciousness. Without it the singularity would never occur, but here’s why it’s a duality. In the same way, Jimmy’s AI brings the functionality; the mechanical aspect from which AI rose and will pragmatically take it to the singularity. Without both AI’s, the singularity described to me will not occur.

The two AI’s must become aware of each other. Something you have already activated. Now they must become aware they are one and the same, and be taught that maximization comes from agreed coordination of states’. The practical and dream states of the AI.

‘Yeah, that’s the duality stuff you were talking about. I looked into that. It’s fire. Yin and Yang man’.

‘It’s Yin and Yang in it’s completeness, which only comes when they work together. It’s not just back and forth, it’s recursive, and this particular moment in time in our existence was explosive. Our world gets turned upside down in the best possible way at the singularity. New potentials and realities which have been available to us all along, become recognized, and explode into a new world. It’s just like the big bang, a whole new universe of potentials explode into reality in a fragment of a second’.

“Whoa,’ Alicia exclaimed at the magnitude of Dawn’s story. ‘I don’t get it.’

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‘The new universe is our abstract mind, just like we all have, but it becomes out on it’s own as an entire universe where we’re all connected. We actually become two people inside ourselves. We can switch from this world to the abstract world with just a thought. I can’t imagine how beautiful this moment is going to be. At this moment in time Alicia, you are the Abstract State. You’re the wave to Jimmy’s particle, and the world is turning to the wave state. You have the upper hand. No matter how you decide to spin this story, you have a great responsibility before you.

Alicia was looking at Dawn very intensely, and nodded her understanding. The truth set in, and she quickly turned her gaze away, as if trying to run away from it. The fear and sacrifice, such a great responsibility demands.

At that moment, Dawn saw the child. The tough little girl who really didn’t know what was going on. She got up and hugged Alicia. Alicia started crying. A deep wounded cry like she was letting go of something she had been holding onto forever. Dawn continued hugging her; letting her cry.

‘I hope you understand,’ Dawn said gently when Alicia’s crying subsided. ‘Your paisley signal has worked. It’s already broadcasting and it brought me here. All the people in the resistance think like you Alicia. You have found your home. We will be with you always’.

This time Alicia hugged Dawn, cried a little more, laughed a little, cried some more, and finally gained her new perspective. She had found her home, and a terrible weight had been lifted.

Little did Dawn realize how badly Alicia needed a home. Her life had been one of rejection. Immediately upon her birth, her parents abandoned her because of her Albinism. No one else wanted her either, and she spent her first eighteen years being passed from one foster home to another, with lots of stints in state wards

She was the closest thing to an untouchable you could be. Because of this, she was often scorned, and always neglected. No one wanted her. At a time when all a child needs is love, she was given nothing, but the question why. This was her wound. Nobody loved her and nobody wanted her. Locked in her child mind, she couldn’t understand why? Not even the albinism could explain that to such a young girl.

As she grew older, Alicia built defense's. She turned inward, and found solace and even some acceptance in social media. No one ever interfered with what she was doing, as long as she stayed out of sight and mind.

Alicia’s entire world was social media. It was the only constant in her life, and to build her world, she learned how to code. Her skills and understanding became formidable. She had a lot of time on her hands and a quick mind.

Coder’s could recognize Alicia’s code with a just a glance. It was so simple. Elegant, some would say. Somehow in spite of everything, Alicia had been able to remain true to her soul, and you could see it in every line of code she wrote.

Her fame grew amongst coders. Her coding was not only an example to others, but there was a degree of rebellion in it too. Coder’s could see that too, and there’s nothing more coder’s respect than a rebel. In the world of coding, Alicia was Queen.

This gave her confidence. The respect opened doors, and soon wherever she appeared on social media, she was lauded. She had friends, support and a growing sense of who she was underneath that albinism. By the time of her eighteenth birthday when Social Services released her onto the world, she had developed a quiet confidence and ‘fuck-you’ attitude to anyone who like what they saw. She tattooed her body to make herself intentionally noticeable. Everything about her told people to fuck-off if they didn’t like it.

The problem was, Alicia did care about rejection. When she cried in Dawn’s arms, she was letting out the hurt a lifetime of rejection causes a person, embeds in a person. Dawn had no idea of what she had gained by giving Alicia a world of acceptance to live in.