Nature

I talked to my lawyer about adopting Nerissa and Nerijane. He asked me if I was ready for it, that adoption meant that these girls were going to be my heirs.

I told him yes.

And what do I have for them to inherit?

I have no great earthly fortune, other than the obvious intellectual properties. (At this stage in my life and my taking advantage of technology, those old properties are not yet fully digitized. If you can access them at this point in your present time, then you know what I'm talking about.)

The code I write for computers, they'll become obsolete. The algos will be supplanted by self-intelligent software too advanced for present science fiction.

And to detract to this, but to later come back, I have a short anecdote.

My cousins Louie, Bong, and Arsenia stumbled upon my thoughts while they were working for me back in the mid-1990's. In the midst of digging through the stockrooms, they had somehow stumbled upon old diaries and manuscripts.

And coming back to the present, which is in my future (where I no longer exist), it would be the same. The current technology allows me to feed this information to places I don't even know, not unlike making perfect duplicates of my diaries to keep in some strangers' attics where future generations might stumble upon them.

So, so much time has passed and yet some things still stay the same.

After work

Just in time.

I left Cevera on the first week of October, just about the time my sister Lucy arrived with Alicia Keys. The family stayed over the weekend at Discovery Suites. The world tour performance was sold out, we ourselves only managed two tickets that I gave to my niece Nerissa and my cousin Marice. I just waited outside the coliseum, where I had a strange conversation with a scalper who wanted to buy a ticket at any cost for a girl who flew in from Florida but couldn't get in.

Monday.

Mom had pneumonia and I brought her to the Lung Center. She spent the week recuperating there, away from her home which I found too turbulent. Her eldest daughter, my sister who had liver cancer, was there.

Lucy was busy with Jasmine Trias, who had suddenly become superstar endorser in Manila. Jasmine herself was suprised so many people were starstruck by her. She, in turn, was starstruck from having been able to meet Alicia Keys in person.

Then my DSL was installed. The sudden immersion in the depths of the information superhighway was ironic.

Nowhere else could I be so exposed, and with so many others, and never even leave my room.