The year is 7259 its been nearly been 160 years since we left home. Home how I miss it now, that blue and green ball of wonder floating in space. I am no longer a human. Could never call myself that, not after what we did, what we had to do to escape,our dying planet. My father once told me that, in order to end up in a different place, you must take a different path, I'm in space now, have been for the past 121 years, and with nothing in me to develop, nothing to see, no earth to grow old on, I am no better than I was when I left earth and my family. Many of us have begun to show loss of emotion in this disembodied state. They say once you are separated from your body, going back to be embodied is never the same and for most of us its already been too long to go back. Sometimes I look at my body and imagine myself back on earth, how grass felt, the warm sun shine. Then I see my reflection, on the cryogenic chamber glass and remember what I have become. I'm just a brain now. As for all that we have done to keep the human species alive, there are humans, still in cryogenic sleep, who are to be awoken once we have found a new home for our population. Some say that there are some that survived it and that earth is not lost, but none of us know for sure and there is no way we can turn back now. Once those in the cryogenic chambers have been awoken they will be disembodied and re-embodied into the right bodies, bodies that has been allowed to adapt to the new world. After that it will only be their children that will be the first true humans among us, how I will envy them. I have 3 cycles left. I hope I get to see that day.

Yeah, a cycle in this case is a long time though could be 10 years, its a more universal way of keeping time I'm not even going to try and support through science with my knowledge, I'm just guessing they would have some way in the future to base time on. . 3 is suppose to sound little although its a long time for us, with disembodyment its suppose to be a very short time since the idea of disembodyment sort of promised eternal life. Obviously in reality even brains died, although, in the time that was written brain expectancy was still certainly smaller than that cortex command plays off, provided the brain isn't killed, so next time you kill a brain, think of how long it has been alive lol.
thanks I would want to better those in a next bit of text, maybe add pics but I'm short of a pc at the moment (why I'm not progressing with the cc short animation topic)

Oh and about the date, I knew that would be out some how, lol, I actually took it down from 18960 or something lol when I was still unsure how far into the disembodied timeline this would be written in.

I try to not do what the government wants me to do, but if I don't do anything they will kill me, and my plan to get somewhere like Earth was will be vanished. It is so hard to do things I don't want to. It is even hard to do the controlling, because I feel like I had my body, like I was human, but when I switch to another body, I get a headache and a mind-vanish. I forget everything on my last few seconds of memory.

Some people always wanted to be in war because of what they used to see on TV and computers. I wish I didn't watched all that stuff. World War II, Vietnam war... all of them were peaceful heavens compared to today. That's why they don't do any movies or games about war these days...

At my time, when I had 15 years old, it was much better... I have 347 right now, just because of those fuc**** scientists, with all of their damn experiments, no one can have a normal life. "Goverstice" (how we call the Government today, a mix of Justice and Government, two completely different words), has launched experiments on every single human on every single star system. Even their own scientists aren't human. Only a few could survive, and those are the malfunctioned clones, which are also called zombies, because of their horrible faces. There are rumors about some people who try to survive. Some say they are called Rhosds, other say they are called Rjosd. I say they are called The Ronin. I know that because of my brother. I never saw him again. His name is-- I mean, was Dafred, and he disappeared a long time ago. He always used to talk about this name, Ronin. I think that name is from somewhere, but I just can't remember... I am trying to remember it but I just can't, just like I don't remember my own name...

How about making the Brain's name Ronin?

...can't...remember...
Funny Robot voice"Alert Altert! We have malfunctions in all engines and pirate ships are closing in! ...please remain calm... Oh and thank you for your co-operation.". a Croian-"ah great, time to shoot some scumbags again" passenger ships ai female voice" security shields have been forcefully deactivated, hull breach imminent in 3, 2, 1. Ronin(the brain): jip that should be the Ronin right now. !!Boom!! -strange unknown pirates enter, clothed in such a way that makes it impossible to tell which species they are, ghost like, with 2 round empty eyes, firing at everyone in site, but one man in target specifically. In the back corner of the ship is a man holding onto a dissemelarly cube (a hard metal cube that holds a particularized object with the exact mapping to reassemble the object) with all his life, taking this, this unimportant and invaluable ship seemed like the only way for him to get the device safely into the right hands. This devices existence band across the orion spur, is about to become the strongest military power for these once small group of trade lane pirates, praying on this unfortunate passenger ship, about to join a gold rush of only the most powerful, like vultures waiting for their prey. It is the only technology taken from a piece left behind by the Preus themselves that has the ability to realign allegiance towards a brain, one of their own, effectively high jacking any army in the galaxy,that is if they can assassinate the brain first. Which should be easy for them now, with their ever expanding treasure hunt for and most successful capturing of blackmarket technology.

The time has come Carthiuas.
Your preperation is ready to lead the Karak army! You as a warrior of the Mektan Planet circle have proven your worth in the battlefield agains the terranous Multus beasts. You have proved your worth and into your hands as your father and chief of the Karak race , I place into your hands the mighty spear of Kathus. You alone are to lead our people away from our impending doom and into the vast and rich star systems of the orion spur! As in the dryness in the 180 year winters on planet Sorus, "where I as a warrior stood with my only spear against the unforgivable vengance" of the multus, where I was shown no life no compassion and no regret for 39 years," so shall I son of Orukus chieftan of all Karak," show no compassion, "nor regret," no refrain from blood, "no peace of mind", no life, "towards all who stand in our way". My son the season of the dead star has broken, you must take our populace, you must take them now,(Murdus:) "and as tradition, slay your father before the last waves of our stars wipe out all of our civilization" Carthiuas: you are dead father.

Father, my heart is yours and yours is mine. I will see you when I have told my son the same one day.

At the time I was thinking, the Ronin opened a way for someone with a yellow colored hair, with an old weapon named AK or something like that, and an evil smile. I think that was the leader. I could remember him from somewhere, don't know where. He was on my mind. When, suddenly, I hear something behind me--my cortex. It was one of them taking my jar off to capture me... I hope they don't kill me. The guy who was taking was one of the Most Wanted men on the planet I used to live. His name is Brutus. A strong guy with a green Mohawk. No one ever knew what he had done to get a value of 3 million gold bars for just a head. They carried me to a spaceship made of pieces of Dummy drop ships and some Coalition rockets.
I never knew that there could be a woman in an army these days. Days where women are only able to make food and sell to men. Never liked that, I wanted to make a woman at least have her rights. I was starting to like those guys. They were speaking some language unknown... well, at least to me it was unknown. I heard one of them calling their possible leader (the one with yellow hair) Dafred. Could it be... could that be my brother? No. Dafred is a common name. It is impossible. If I could at least switch to a body in here and ask him... I can't. I am not that advanced. If I could just have a mouth on my Cortex... If I could at least get some information about where I am, about who am I, about who is Dafred...

There is a blurr all around me, my vision is fading. Who am I, why do I exist and why am I here? It is not death that frightens me, its the absents of feeling, the death of more than just the senses, the death of my soul, my emotions, how will I come out on the other side, will I remember who I was? Will I remember who I'm suppose to be? Or will I be lost forever, a mind in a glass jar. No afterlife, just nothing...nothing... "Procedural disembodiement transplant starting in 3 2 ooonnnneeeeeeebbbbbmmmmgggg"
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...helo, is anyone there?

I am trying to remember... Who was him... Who is me... Aarrgh...
You are now in a robot body. Try to walk. If you have any difficulties, just access the HELP section on your helmet. Don't try to jump yet. Your robot body needs more advanced training to do such thing. Try punching that dummy over there.
I hear someone screaming... Who is that?
Don't worry. No one is screaming, it is probably just some malfunction. Everybody haves that.
NOOOOO!!! RONIN!!! GET MY BROTHER BACK! PLEASE! AAAAAAH!
What is that? You gotta be hearing this! Someone is calling for--
Sleep mode is now On.
Aarrgh... I need to know... Who is him... Who is Ronin...
I need to get to their leader somehow... I need to ask him who... Who is him... I just need to figure out how before they try to get information out of me. It is such a pain to be interrogated... That's what I've heard from other brains... Some of them died... I just need to know...
Oh no! One of them is coming... Come on, come on! Please, help... I need some help on doing this... come on...
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*generals talking to each other* We need to get him to some robot! Dafred is going mad!
We can't. If we separate each other, they will get more angry and we could start a war.
Then we could just kill Dafred and delete Ronin's memory!
No, I have a better idea. Let's give Dafred's body to the scientists. They will finally have a human to make some experiments.
That's good for me.
VIDEO HAS ENDED. CLOSING FILE...
YOU REALLY WANT TO EXIT? Y/N
EXITING...
Aarrgh! That was a hell of a pain! Dammit!
Who were those guys on the video? That was inside me and I didn't even knew about that? Who were they? I need to remember...

Helo World.
That is what I was first coded to say. The first, self aware CPU.
DCPU...too bad I'm a dummy CPU.
The corporation WTF (weapon testing faction) bought me. Now I have been rebuilt together with thousands just like me. Would rather be a clone really. Chances of survival might be greater. Now I'm just a light bulb put in a testing facility until the simulation is done and I dead. I get to be replaced by another one just like me. Except its not me. I'm broken now, just recording all that I can before I