Postcards from H.A.L. 2o12

::::::::incoming transmission from H.A.L. 2o12; November 1, 2012

20121101-100138.jpg Last night a transmission came in over my receiver. The same voice as last time. “It’s for the best we keep our distance, and for the rest of this I’ll keep it. Most of all, know I’m going to keep my armor on.” The tiny speaker popped and crackled as the message seemingly finished, and then it continued. “Boundaries–let’s build them, my own east and west. My own Berlin with a hope in the Fall I’m going to see that crumbling wall.” The words ended, and I sat in the silence of the controls: a hum and a metronomic blip. I continued to float in my native solar system until sleep came. The message was correct.