Image represents a computer box called a bare bone computer. I am sitting at my desk waiting for work to arrive in my mailbox and decided to repurpose the site where I can write stories. I always had thoughts in the back of my mind that I was going to be a writer in some form or fashion. This story is about a young man’s love for computers but could not afford to purchase one. Twenty years later they are now on everyone’s wrist and for the first time in our lives they have been implanted into the brain of a living person called a Brain-Computer Interfaces (BCIs).

Mr. Bare Bones

The Boy in the Bubble

Chapter 1

Picture a young black child growing up without the threat of gang violence. In a time where society was focused on the war in Vietnam and ending it. America still had racial tension but the rapid development and growth of the computer meant a boom in the industry which spelled jobs and money. The Regan Administration which lasted almost a whole decade used those times and every means possible to aid the growth of the computer industry while allowing drugs to flood the urban streets which led to the Organization of Gang Violence. Although I saw a little of that as a child as I got older, I was fortunate enough to have survived the Aids Epidemic. It was the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and John F. Kennedy gave me the impression that things were just not good for black folks at that time, but people were aware of this and had been fighting for years to make a change. As a child I have never heard of the word assassination. Seeing the sobbing and tearful expressions of my older siblings led me to tears as well. As I grew older I began to realize that being black was not looking good at the time. I remember as a newborn baby feeling drained of energy as if this soul was not ready to be in the word. As if this soul was about to feel what it was like to be in heaven but instead sling shotted back to earth in slapped on the ass and woke up crying. Fast forward to the young child growing up in the world around 10 other siblings seeing doctors and eventually feeling better. My mom always told my how tough it was to raise a sick child. I was a runny nose kid until I began to play sports. Being outside and exercising was the best thing for me and my health.