Wetware

Trevor grimaced as he saw the next item on his to-do list. Of all the jobs at BrainTrust Cloud Engines, installing a new piece of wetware to the system was his least favourite of all the jobs that got dished down to him.

The units were shipped in vans and plugged into the grid in the inventory room so the UPS batteries could charge up. A metallic case housing a perspex box. Contained within floated one human brain, pipes and wires suspended in the protective fluid to deliver sustenance to it, and harness the power of all those neurones. Just looking at the disembodied organs for too long made Trevor want to run far, far away from his place of work. But the money was needed, and he’d gotten fairly good at making it go as quick as possible.

Loaded onto a easy-push wheeled trolley, he pushed it along down the cold, unwelcoming corridors towards the data array it had been designated for. People willingly signed their brains over on death to the company. As much as they paid in life for each brain, it was something he’d never do. He’d spent too long down there, too much time among them to ever wish that on his own chunk of cerebral matter, even when dead.

Aside from the steady hum of the cooling systems, the facility was quiet. Very few people worked on that level, checks on the wetware units and the arrays were done remotely. The companies that used the arrays for processing power worked off-site, handled through the front end of the website while the back end fed data into the brains and harnessed their computational power. It gave Trevor a lot of time to contemplate his lot in life.

Fumbling as usual with the various security measures, he let himself into the array room and kept his eyes downcast as he followed those numbers and lines on the floor to the empty bay. It was bad enough having to look at one brain in a jar, let alone the hundred that filled the racks of this array. It was not a strenuous task to hook them into the array. That was done by the scientists that handled the bodies. Just a simple case of lifting the unit up, and sliding it into the rack on guided rails. It clicked as the power, monitoring and processing lines were connected, and a green light flashed to let him know his job was done, the amber light pulsing gently the domain of the monitoring team now, to make sure it was synchronized and ready for work.

A rush of air escaped his lips as he got outside the large, vaulted room. As good as the pay was, Trevor soon felt it might be time to get another job. All those brains and all that time gave him too much to think about.

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