By Martin A Smith (Bcom – “Bachelor Of Complaining“)martinantonsmith@gmail.com
None of us like Job Interviews – But let’s face it – You are not a Royal who sneaks cash from your millions of subjugated serfs – you ARE A SERF – so you NEED A JOB FROM THE GLOBAL SOUL SUCK MACHINE. That Housekeeping over let me get right into the nitty gritty. Note this advice is set in the PARIS OF THE SNOUTS aka MELBOURNE AUSTRALIA – But it could be ANY WESTERN CITY – They are all slices of the SAME SH*T SANDWHICH
In general – always remember to always be positive, wise sounding, graceful, strategic & f*cking hilarious during a job interview. As such simply Follow these 11 steps to SUCKCESS & you’ll do AOK.
1. open the door handle with a swift quarter turn – if you push instead of pull don’t keep pushing – this will make the recruiting agent think you suffer from ‘Einsteinian Insanity’ (doing the same thing over & over again & expecting a different result).
2. Congratulations you finally got in the door! Now make good eye contact with the Recruiting officer – don’t overdo it & stare them down like ‘Crocodile Dundee’ did to that Steer in the Outback – 5 seconds is fine – and then break eye contact off, then repeat process.
3. You a can now walk the 5 meters to the chair, again walk with good posture – imagine you have an ironing board strapped to your back, what’s that? You tripped over the ‘not yet rigor mortised’ carcass of the previous employee? Just imagine it was a small dog & kick your heels up in confidant ‘cabaret style’.
4. Ok great – you reached the interviewee seat – but wait, OH NO!!! It’s a tiny Vietnam Street Foodstyle plastic seat! It’s 2ocentimeters high & only covers one chubby Westerners butt cheek! Never mind – simply squat like that seat is your CEO’s seat in your Penthouse Office overlooking that filthy, stinky, sh*t brown colored, Yarra river.
5. Ok now it’s time to shake hands with the Zombie interviewer – don’t let their appearance upset your composure – so what if patches of their hair are falling out, we all age – don’t we?; so what if their rotten eyes bulge as they view your giant university educated brain-holding cranium – can you blame them for wanting to feast on your juicy tangy frontal lobes?;so what if you can smell their maggoty, rotten, half drooping off flesh – can’t they be individuals too? Just smile broadly and say the following “Hi I’m Ann Arky (Or Bob Upindown or Jock Ular etc etc), and I’d make a wonderful modern day “Klaus Schwab Style 4th industrial Revolution Slave” for your ASX 200/300/500 Company – DoneyGiveeAF*ckiebouteeCustermeree Ltd.
5. (Note that there are two ‘Fives’ in this checklist as the World is F*cked Up & so is full of the most risible duplicitous legalistic chicanery) Now that you have That Zombie Skunk F*ckwit Interviewer in front of you all impressed & sharing a black toothless grin – it’s time for you to listen. The Zombifux Interviewer(s) will now speak endless brain-numbing ‘corporate gobbledygook’ for about 17 minutes – don’t worry, just nod and daydream of how in 20 minutes time where you will be – at the Kebab Shop facing the blunt end of a FAT HOUMOUS & LEMON LADEN KEBAB – Near the Beach in St Kilda. If during your tasty daydream the Zombiefux Interviewer suddenly look at you quizzically – simply laugh heartily and say “Well I’ll consider it, I mean I love to help cunstomers, we I mean customers! The hearty laughs will mask your totalised lack of poise & attention.
6. It’s now the end and you have shaken the Zombie’s sweaty, pale, cadaverous hand (Yes, their hand fell off but you handled that with aplomb – simply placing it nonchalantly on the desk in front) and said “I’ll look forward to the weird one-sided slavery document to arrive in my inbox, so as I can sign my soul away to your ruler – Beelzebub – I mean to say I’ll wait for your next stage telephone call or email”.
7. You reach the door – remember to not do the same stupid ‘Einsteinian Insanity trick’ – If you fail at this – not only will they have confirmation you are f*cking insane, but they’ll also know you have a very shitty goldfish type memory.
8. Now get your well-toned deadbeat’s arse down to the St Kilda Kebab Shop, and treat yourself with a post interview dinner – double up on everything so as to allow those lashings of trans fats of help combat the stressful thought that those Zombie f*kwits might actually offer you that Klaus Schwab sponsored, Dictator Dan organised Globalist Fake Carbon Credit Salesman, Soul -Sucking probably Money-Laundering Job.
9. Finish delicious Kebab meal, wipe mouth – run outside & puke in the bin. See Zombie c*nt Interviewers walk by – say to them as you wipe the puke off your face “I guess I’ve got no chance now” feel relieved when thy say “no no no – not at all !!! We are looking for soulless regurgitators with a penchant for impulsivity! You start Monday”
10. Wipe the remaining sputum from your mouth, do a final “mouth puke & swallow” and say *Gulp* Great!!! Can’t wait to start my new life at “WontGiveAF*ckee Intl.” ….then, with horror, you realise you said the wrong company name…before you can correct yourself the Zombie DontGiveAF*Ckee ltd Interviewer (s) say –“Sorry you got our name wrong – We Kunts at DontGiveAF*Ckee ltd may be the “Evil Dead” but we love attention to detail – your f*ckin’ fired”.
11. As you marvel at the fact you have just been fired from a job you had for only 23 seconds, you snap to and throw your hands up crying “easy come easy go”. You about-turn & return to Kebab Shop to celebrate – after all -you didn’t really want that job anyway. . . – You’re more of an ‘Ideas man’ & ‘Entertainer’, than a simple salesman.
(P.s. I hope you enjoyed this Aussie style humour, my dear old Melbournite (& St Kilda) people – written from exile & across the ditch in NZ – Martin A. Smith 23/11/2022 martinantonsmith@gmail.com)
I would like to talk of that awkward subject, that horrible addiction we have, those unhealthily too comfortable mind-shackles we choose to wear:
Tall Poppy Syndrome.
The Problem with NZ & also Australia is that too people are Prisoners of their own Egos,
& they mostly choose to stay with that familiarly uncomfortable, Viper-like, very limiting cocoon.
They then choose to teach their kids how to do this to secure the next generation of misery.
And so on & so forth seemingly until the end of time.
They make this ‘deal with the devil’ to stay this way until the daisies are very much pushed skywards.
That system of blundering dunderheadedness is the basic ingredients of the famed ‘Tall Poppy Syndrome’.
I dream that one day this cycle will be broken, & NZ & Australia can embrace its own, rather bully them.
They are usually Bullied into jumping ship, suicide or the more common garden variety solution:
To take an oath of wearing a Calvinist spirit, only hold materialistic & utilitarian views.
In short, they agree to wear that well-worn mask of intellectual Lilliputianism.
Say what you like of America – for all their misgivings, they at least learnt to cut those juvenile shackles off.
NZ & Oz Love To Cut Tall Poppies
For that’s what Tall Poppy syndrome really is – ‘Shackles that Retard the Mind’.
If America did it – then so can we in NZ & Australia, & it can’t come soon enough.
I only hope that unlike America we can achieve Freedom from our shackles Peacefully –
But perhaps to kill off Tall Poppy syndrome you really do need violent revolution & civil wars.
I am a cynic, but I’m not that cynical – We can simply choose to remove our mind-shackles.
We can follow this simple process:
When the natural feeling comes over us to cut the heads off a loud annoying ‘Tall Poppy’,
We must reach into our pocket & read a laminated note that reads:
Don’t Do It.
Do this enough for ourselves & our kids & the “Don’t Do It” note becomes freely available in our heads.
Then The War is Won, & the ‘Mind Shackles’ will be a distant memory of an archaic brutal past.
Then we will have a chance to truly self-actualise.
After all – Is it really much fun being miserable? To go along with a un-reflexive crowd, baying the words ‘WHAT DO WE WANT – MORE MEDIOCRITY’? WHEN DO WE WANT IT – NOW & FOREVER’.
Nor is it joyous to carry placards through the land that say ‘STAY WITHIN YOUR LANE’?
I say to you Ladies & Gentlemen of NZ & Australia
NO IT IS NOT!.
Yours Sincerely Martin Anton Smith (a 44-year-old New Zealander and Ex Melbourne man still trying to cut his shackles – but at least I know they are there and the metal is weakening)
Welcome to The Baby wants It’s Bottle Poetry Inc. Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith a NZ based creative. In this episode, I read part two of my Dystopian Sci Fi Novella, “The BiitCard Hacker” Lets begin!
Marcel was a worker from the topmost worker class “zilo”. This meant he had his own very comfortable, 75 meter square studio apartment. It was of course mostly white and grey colored, very spartan, and like Marcel, perfectly square. Other than the slimline maglev bed, Its biggest feature was the walls. The walls were something else, they were the spirit of the dwelling. The walls allowed for “screen mode “or “Hologram Mode”. Marcel loved the The holographic mode option, was used often, and was currently enjoying “WW1 – Battle of the Somme” re-creation. The holographic technology was amazing, so much so it was scarily close to reality. The closeness was so good there had some cases people had been tricked into the experience, and believing they had died and returned as spirits.
Marcel loved epic “Battle of the Somme” as it made him feel alive, and also – weirdly – it made him feel more lucky than horrified, as he knew at heart he wasn’t really in battle. He loved the vicariousness involved. His favorite part was when he felt a bullet zing past his ear, and hit the helmet of the soldier behind him with a “ping” sound when the bullet hit one of one Soldiers behind him. Sometimes he chose “Ghost Mode”, where he was inside the scene as a “Ghost”, but when he really wanted fun he chose “Action Mode” where he could be actively engaged with the other characters and surroundings of the holographic reality. In the “Battle of the Somme” this meant he could bayonet a German intruder, flick rats off his face, smell the death, get temporary mustard gas blindness, use the Vickers machine gun to mow down the enemy, go over the top to certain death and even play baseball or cricket with his fellow troops on the slow days of battle. “Holographic Reality” was the most popular entertainment by revenue in the 22nd century. In the 22nd century entertainment via “brainwave controller” was second nature, and face to face communication was discouraged socially, especially amongst the ‘lower classed Aruk’s and Qoz’s. Throughout the centuries ruling elites, be they “democratic’ or “authoritarian” had been weary of the mass population freely communicating without their guiding hand of propaganda – the 22nd century was no different, just more technologically able in its subversion. Thus the StarPeople and their puppet Viceroys, were far more successful in keeping the masses in place, than other epochs. The “Holigraphic Reality” games and movies were an excellent diversionary tactic, one among many employed to dumb down the masses and keep them in a perpetual state of social isolation..
After an extended night alone with holographic entertainment, Marcel woke up in his “Zilo” Class workers quarters, and wiped away the sleep from his eyes. The wiping of sleep from the eyes was a typical “Posterity Sub coding Rule” or PSR , in the ever present lines of code in the Brain interface unit or “BIIT” – Yes in 2103, having sleep in your eyes was still a thing, the StarPeople had decided to allow this some ancient physiological routines to continue, rather than simply edit the Human genome to do away with it. The StarPeople kept some ancient physiological practices, simply for the surveillance movement detectors sake – being “too still” was not a good thing in computer AI Based surveillance, as was being to “fast”. Marcel now free of sleep in his eyes now, as always and just like everyone else said the ‘Obeyance Mantra’ with Ulysses. Ulysses was suddenly appearing, holographic avatar of the State. Ulysses was the personal face of the almighty Aurora AI system of governance. Ulysses was a foreboding character: 7 foot tall, heavily bearded, long hair, eyes containing what seemed like the licks of flame, dressed in a regal dark grey gown and also hovered half a foot over the ground. Despite Ulysses hirsuteness, he was of course, immaculately groomed. In short Ulysses was otherworldly and had a presence of deep deep authority and wisdom. Marcel and Ulysses begun speaking in unison.
“Whether An Aruk, a Qoz or a Zilo, We Are All Working Together For The Same Goal Of Peaceful and Sustainable Contentment, and We Recognize Without Full Obeyance to Aurora and the Governing Viceroys, this can never ever occur. I Pledge My Full , Complete And Enduring Obeyance to Aurora. I Recognize The Encompassing Authority of Aurora, Our Forever Master and Leader, Who is Always Right and Never Wrong, Who Is Always Right and Never Wrong, Who is Always Right And Never Wrong”. Marcel, like all 3 classes said it without thinking, it was forever burned into his brain.
With that said, Ulysses dissipated and Marcel could have breakfast. The Zilo classes had full access to a room service option which had all the old fashioned nutritious food of prior centuries, except of course it was printed from scratch, not grown as it was up until 2053. He simply said “Hi RoomTech, can I have some 20th century cereal and black filter coffee” – and the meal slowly materialized in from of his eyes in roughly 5 seconds. He ate it greedily, as he was famished from the WW1 hologram theatrics last night. Then he thought about some light exercise around his quarters. In the Aurora controlled Earth world People still walked, but the BiiT CARD permissions didn’t allow to jog or run, unless engaged in the designated and heavily scheduled aspect of Sport. Sport was not called sport in the 22nd century, Sport was deleted and renamed with the more suitable “LeisureWarmth”. He went for a 10 minute stroll around his unit, engaging the AFRICAN WILDERNESS GHOST holographic option.
Under the StarPeople Aurora system many “old world” habits and ceremonies were allowed to continue – e.g. “hair cuts” survived, though “haircut was now a “Scalp Refinements” or simply called “Refscal'”. Haircuts were still done via a “barber” (Though now called a “Rebrab”), but of course the Rebrab was a Hologram program, not a real person, and the hair was vaporized without any odor rather than cut. People still chose their own clothes to wear, although the options were limited to 500 outfits in total, 100 for men, and 400 for women, with no tailoring except on “Zilo appreciation Day”, where female Zilos could customise a pil box type hat, with color or a cloth frill or stripe or short faux feather or a faux daisy, rose or buttercup flower. The StarPeople (and their agents the Viceroys) still wanted to allow females to partially compete socially via clothing, another simple “Strategic Subcoding R” or SSR. Of Course there were no physical “Shops” to buy clothing, or anything physical for that matter – it was simply delivered immediately via materialization (for food and small items) or for more complicated items, like clothes for example, it was via ‘regional aurorahouses’ the modern version of a warehouse/factory.
The system of payment under Aurora via a social score configured cryptocurrency, which was a three tiered digital currency now since 2043 called ‘Joytoken’. Joytoken currency was tiered for each designated class, with the names Arukerium for Aruk’s, Qozcoin for Qoz’s or Zilodient for Zilo’s. The great thing about using the Arukerium, Qozcoin or Zilodient Joytoken payment system was the unlimited ability of the State i.e. Aurora to surgically control the buying and selling of the three classes. For example if holographic screensaver sales were down in the Qoz classes, they could designate 100 bonus Qozcoins so long as the minimum LeisureWarmth hours had been earnt that month. Loans were available, but were indexed by Class and social score, with higher classes being favored, especially Zilo’s. Aruk’s could technically get loans, however the success rate for an application was capped at 3%, no matter how high this classes social score was. Qoz’s loan applications were capped at 25% and Zilos at 75%. Savings rates would operate similarly with interest rates capped at -.3% for Aruk’s, 1.1% for Qoz’s and 1.7% for Zilo’s, however poor social score ratings in any period could erase these savings percentages downwards to a cap of -15%. This social carot and stick action oriented monetary system of trade and was they new form of the early 21st Century’s “monetary policy/quantitative easing”, but instead of the “Federal Reserve Bank ” the 22nd equivalent was operated Aurora, Governed by the Viceroys (who dealt with appeals lodged by the Aruk Qoz and Zilo classes), as the agents of the StarPeople.
This economic ,monetary and financial system did not have salaries or wages, but had floating exchange rates for various behaviors, as issued by the “Supreme Council of Joytoken Shadows Rates” (or JSR for short). E.G. a Qoz class working as a AurorHouse Fulfiller, and being adjudged by Aurora to have fulfilled an order on time for a Coat and Bowtie, coupled with a positive emotional state reading, (as surveilled by the the data analytics from the Biit Card Brain interface) meant for that order, 37 Qozcoins were immediately paid to the workers digital account wallet. Each Quadrant had independent coin/social score exchange rates, to cater to its custom needs.
Marcel, Being a technician, who works on the core Aurora cards, he was given the best possible access to the 7th generation “internet”, except it was now, since 2027, called “TheSubject”. He could communicate freely on all manner of interesting holographic modules, this meant that he had full clearance for his Zilo class privilege’s and, naturally, all lower level Qoz and Aruk levels. Marcel also had full access to the mid-class level filter – the “Qoz TheSubject filter” , which on top of the craftmanship material, there was access to the ability to study Calculus, Geometry and Electronics, as well as full access to 1950s and 60’s Rock N Roll era . The lowest level “Aruk” class “the Subject” filter, allowed only manual task oriented tutorials, and associated discussion boards, and of course AURORA state broadcasts. The setup of the Brain – Aurora interface system the ” BiiTCARD” of an Aruk citizen, meant they couldn’t literally think of asking about any theoretical level interests, such as, lets say, differential equations or philosophy – the BiITCARD brain implant Aurora interface simply didn’t allow it, and for good reasons. Manual workers minds should not, under any circumstances, ever be allowed to expand, this would make society unstable, as the rigid class system fractures .
The next and officially last filter was his class designated limitation filter. The Zilo class filter allowed full access to all other branches of Physics and Mathematics, coding and hardware development. He had access to the only 99% surveilled chat portal for Zilo to Zilo Class communication, where once every 100 Days a “free Unsurveiled Day” was scheduled or FUD meaning only the worst traitorous “code red” keywords were surveilled. This rule allowed Zilo’s to feel somewhat rebellious, much like teenagers were before 2051, an allow no serious consequences resulting to the social structure of society. He had a culture based permission with full access to the work of the Masters in the Arts and Music in the 19th 20th and 21st and 22nd century, and the associated available historical books. A smattering of Politics and History was allowed – but in terms of past warfare, only a selection were allowed: The Boar War, WW1, WW2 and the Cold War Era and finally the ‘MindWar’ era of 1990-2022. Essentially, in terms of WAR only a 125 year window was known to have existed. These special ZILO privilege’s was enough to allow the Zilo class much to discuss, but not so much as to feed a rotten feeling that the early 22nd Century could be better organized by the Viceroys, and the StarPeople.
The overall theory of inventing a 3 tier based system regarding internet access was to completely disallow intellectualism in the lower Aruk and Qoz classes, but allow a certain intellectual freedom to the ‘Zilo’ classes, to allow them to feel “smart” but not ‘too smart’, as to cause further downstream “Obeyance Outages”. On top of that, as it would be counter productive to bar this higher need, and then ask of the same creativity to work on the next Aurora updates, or design new apartments and living spaces . It is also worth mentioning for all 3 classes mild exercise was allowed and encouraged. There were myriads of cycling velodromes, where all classes could mix freely (though still surveilled) in social competition. There was a form of indoor tennis, which was exclusive to Qoz and Zilo’s. Finally, Zilo’s had exclusive access to a 22nd century version of “Golf” – only one club was allowed, and of course the turf was artificial, and involved augmented reality – the 22nd century had no time for the quirks of 20th century golf, no 19th Hole Clubhouse drinks, no practice range, and no need for clothing rules – they were already strict.
Marcell was now wide awake and now overall, was now feeling quite happy with himself, he was counting his recent victories over the last few days: He had had a great physical holiday set in in St Kilda Melbourne 2010, thanks to his great work over the years at Dreamscape Reality BiiTCard Systems, where he had worked extremely hard as a tech configuration expert, working on the Card/Brain interface system which reports biodata back to AURORA. He had in truth and in secret from Aurora , been his own double agent over the years and decades. He had done the hard technical work, the had clandestinely hacked his BiiTCard with encryption. This hack was only possible because of his rare medical brain ailment – a highly alkaline brain, which was able to act as the only exploitable “bug” in the BiiTCard interface in his brain. With this hack he exploited Aurora’s only loophole, was able to have the gift of emotion and tribality, and most importantly had access to past history of the 2051 Starman Reconfiguration. Marcel was the only worker class citizen to have genuine knowledge of the dystopian mental and physical imprisonment that had happened to Earths people, from the time of Starman Reconfiguration. He was the only one who could free the workers, all of them, the Aruk’s the Qoz’s and the Zilo’s.
…………end of pt 2………pt 3 is coming very soon… in the near future…..
Thankyou for listening to the Baby wants It’s Bottle Podcast, A creative project by Martin Anton Smith, a NZ based creative. This podcast is available on Spotify or wherever you get your podcasts from.
Welcome to The Baby wants It’s Bottle Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith a NZ based creative. In this episode I have what you could call a “Spoken Word Piece” (whatever exactly Spoken Word is.). Its really a mini story, sci fi leaning about one of my favorite subjects – Dystopia. I wrote this on the fly, as Dystopian topics are great at at least half writing themselves, of course they are easy to start, but are hard to finish – because to “finish” in the sci fi or dystopia genre means a short story or a novella or a novel or a movie script – all tough longer term projects. I wrote the core idea of this before the pandemic hit – the proof is in the image on my Instagram account with the date stamp of Dec 1 2019 (which is on the Blog page). In the midst of the pandemic this now looks like I was hinting to a “Vaccine Passport” – that terrible thing that has actually already happened in parts of the world. I hope to Write a part two to this unfinished possible serial sci fi story.
His name was Marcell Atkins Sotheby – and he worked for Dreamscape Reality Card Systems, as a quantum hologram cryptograph technician. He had been scheduled for his annual leave by Aurora, the autonomous AI system that now ruled the Earth, like a rising phoenix, that rose from the ashes of the non AI world. He, being a staff member of the higher ‘Zilo’ class designation, was lucky to be assigned the ability to have a “Physical Holiday, and so he was walking around the now mostly derelict Artists quarters of St Kilda, Melbourne. It was a time capsule only open to those carrying the Card with the right credentials – a Dystopian Perk, you could say. . And so He walked down Acland St into an Edwardian Mansion – called “Lydon Art Gallery”. He walked in he could see the remains of a art showing, it was a competition, open to everyone it seemed, and the walls hanged a myriad of small paintings,. They were all no bigger than his outstretched hand and were littering the walls, the good the bad, the ugly – it was all here. It was the type 21st Century Art Dreamscape had programmed in the office, a rehash of the best 20th Century art. He came across a painting marked “Grand Prize Winner” it was a black hole with the Earth slowly being sucked into it, but the earth was pixelated, the title was “There’s no Future in the Past”, which made the beginning a tear form, which he was able to stifle. No one could know he had some Tribality in his DNA, this would mean certain erasure by Aurora.
His heart did pound a little, but the hacked version of The Card, would mask the biodata back to Aurora. The Hack was all his own handiwork during the messy crossover period of 2051, where somehow he stumbled on an “Open Door’ in the software. It was a mix of pure luck and genius that allowed him to do it, The hologram ID image of his body was supposed to interface his limbic system via the implant, however his extreme rare condition meant the connection to the implant was less alkaline that the early Aurora system parameters, thus he was able to patch the software on the Card to send a second false signal to Aurora system – his hack would allow him to see “normal” that is seem incapable of emotion. At the time of the confusion of 2051, he as a tech, had simply explained away his extra 17 minutes of work as “need to know” basis. With this hack, he was also able to retain knowledge of his full DNA, something only AURORA and the StarPeople and 4 Human Viceroys, one for each Earth Quadrant, had exclusive access to.
After the Hack, he thought to himself what have I done? – The DNA information was deep in his subconsciousness from his ancestors DNA and the extraction of this information, from the ‘memory machine’ was no longer available for his type of worker class. From the 22nd Century, 50 odd years onwards, he could barely remember why he had the hacked card at all. The viewing of the artwork “There’s No future in the Past”, had brought it all forward suddenly, with crystalline clarity. He remembered the Propaganda Slogan: “”The ‘Starman Reconfiguration’ of 2051, where man’s obsession with ‘tribality’ will be finally removed, or some would say cured, for emotion has been the curse of humanity since antiquity, and with your co-operation in the “Starman reconfig.”, War and conflict will no longer plague humanity”…But he could see from the cards help in not masking his emotions, that a fresh idea was a very dangerous thing to hold in the 21st Century, and he could again so many years later, attest to those times.
Those with ideas were to be seen as outcasts, and instructed to be made unwelcome socially and professionally. This period just before “reconfiguration” entailed a strange train of consequences, such that society began to cannibalize itself. The Banal were at that time, things to be celebrated as ‘Gods’. The clever were to be feared and mistrusted. The Dark ages of the 21st Century was unexpected by those blinded in the ‘fog of war’. the first half of the 21st century was, in reality was the ‘First World Mind War’. However, 2051 wasn’t perfect, The ‘Experiment from the Stars’, was seen as a failure, as tribal spirits did not fully disappear as quickly intended. Those from the Stars would need to return and re-engineer the next phase of humanity’s history. By The 22nd Century there would be no tribalism, and only cold logic for a “secure future of the planet” would remain. He had been hiding this hacked card from the Star People, for if they knew he had residual DNA knowledge, thus full access to his emotions, he would be deactivated and his existence erased, and his friends and family’s memories of him reconfigured as a ‘dream state’ and so as he would not be confused with reality, and so no questions would be raised as to his absence. The perfect crime.
He could not let them see his self-hacked Brain Chip – it was the key to the knowledge of the 21st Century, and what had happened. For history had been selectively erased, in piecemeal over 50 years of software updates to the brain implant interface Terminal (Its acronym was “BiiT” ) every human now had. He was the only one who knew of the Star People and the “Starman reconfiguration of 2051”. everyone of course now remembered a history that was continuous, with nothing dramatic happening, the updates had by now implanted a memory of slow scientific change, with no revolutions, political or otherwise. Yes, he was in some ways happy with society overall, it was predictable and safer than pre-2051, and technical and theoretical discoveries were coming from anywhere no that AI Aurora was doing the thinking for Humans. But still, he felt a sense of injustice, that he was the only one who knew the history of the past…and that humanity had been robbed of its self-awareness.
But the question he kept asking himself, behind the safety of his hacked limbic system implant, was this – “Do I Matthew Atkins Sotheby, have the guts, to engineer a solution, to stop the Starman reconfiguration in its tracks? How Could this be done? How will I gain the Courage? How can I safely recruit the rebellion? How will I gain access to the Aurora AI system? The “Aurora” AI system was quantumly woven into the fabric of space – so it was indestructible – in theory, for how can a mere human interface with the fabric of space-time? If anyone was going to do, it was himself, and he would need to win over the 4 viceroys, who also had access to DNA history, and so knew the past. With himself and the 4 Viceroys, he could, he believes, build a genuine resistance. But Aurora of course was not just a thinker, Aurora was coupled with highly dexterous robotic armies, or military and non-military officials, so as to engage its commands with the physical humans of Earth. Aurora’s Propaganda system was what the StarPeople had used to expertly indoctrinate humans – for who could ever argue with a politician, Police or Tax man – if they were autonomous uploads from Aurora, directly from your Brain Chip – Your “BiiT”? When brute force was needed to move a body, AI controlled robots, who held the best possible scientific and surveillance information, were incapable of sub optimum solutions, and could arrest, detain, and erase far better than any 20th Century Dictator ever could. Marcel had his work cut for him, but he had the spark of an idea, the system was not technically fully invulnerable, after all, Marcell was still very much alive, despite having from Aurora’s point of view a “faulty brain chip”.
End of Part 1 , Tune in Next Time for Part 2….Part 2 Screens sometime in the near future….
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