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“The Good American Dictator – A War Against The Neo Noveau Riche” part 2

July 26, 2022July 26, 2022Posted in AI, dystopia, fiction, Future, FutureWar, novella, sci-fi, Uncategorized, warTagged dystopia, fiction, rain, sci fiLeave a comment

Throughout the speech at Kinnick Stadium Iowa the one-hundred-thousand-plus in-person crowd had showed an electric, unified yet dignified captivation. The white noise throughout the speech had beats of high volume as Rudolfs liberally seeded emotive speech points hit hard. This was no Nuremberg 1935 Crowd – they did not see a deity before them – they saw a wise and sensible man to be listened too.

The crowd in person & watching was like an army of the “common sensed” – even if this was in reality uncommon. Rudolf had over time & via astute technology used his mesmeric personality to educate those unhappy masses. He told them to simply concentrate on the obvious gigantic & cavernous reality in front of their bloodshot stressed eyes. He taught them that the poor societal & civic design they had been subjected to by their corrupt Govts was a crime against their collective humanity. They believed him.

At one point a small child had run on stage wanting to hug Rudolf – this was a major security failure – but he hid his displeasure with a wide smile. The child got his hug, and Rudolf got the benefit of looking ‘fatherly’. Now he went back to the room off stage – to celebrate the speech and spend some time with his inner sanctum of supporters & financiers.

He wiped the sweat off his brow and walked confidently off stage, his body moving in militaristic fashion but no so much that it made him look machine like. He opened the side door full of his supporters to rapturous applause. There was a mix of approx. 35 people, an eclectic looking lot with only the financier supporters sticking out like the highly manicured sore thumbs they were. The non-financiers were his long-known supporters of his message – the most inner sanctum of which was just 5 strong – they were his Cabinet.

He would now do his rounds around the room. Firstly, with those who represent financial machinery of his organisation – those 2 key staff that handled the internet donations international & domestic and of course the 3 key Businessmen Entrepreneurs/Financial donors that collectively tripled Rudolf’s war chest to a total 100 billion dollars annually. These three key associates would also help build the machinery of his movement. Rudolf hated the necessary evil of these key personnel assets – he’d rather just have had the diffuse internet doners who he didn’t need to court or reiterate philosophical positions or allay fears with. But he knew a lone wolfs make bad leaders of men and to think otherwise was insanity. He knew to do without their money & influence he would reduce his reach by 100-fold; without their business & operational nous his ideas would forever stay just that – ideas. Without the collective acumen of the trio that was Micky Mandelbrot, Telly Orenthal& Lianne Sidell – his gigantic ‘Freedom Project’ would be only an untested theory.

On his own he would be hampered and face the possibility of total failure. Of course, he could cull them eventually – when he got into power & QuarkTech gets its concordant revenue boost from his increased status as the all-powerful undisputed American ruler. But for now, he needed them as bird of prey needs its wings. Besides these 3 Billionaires had proven so far to be trustworthy enough – after all they were international Pariahs of the Status Quo Unilateralist World – so he knew he could trust their judgement – Rudolf had faith in the “an enemy of my enemy is my friend” thesis.

His fellow Billionaires were at heart varied bunch in terms of personality & story. Micky Mandelbrot was 62 somewhat short & overweight with a full head of hair which he wore long but with a constant baseball cap. He walked with a major limp which he had received when his 3rd ex-wife had successfully attempted to run him over in a fit of rage – luckily this was all the damage as the car was one of those light and tiny ‘made for easy parking’ Japanese made cars.

Mandelbrot was a famous Defence Sector Investment Billionaire who had a knack for knowing the exact time & place a major war would start & amongst which men. he was now also a Silicone Computer Chip baron – he like Rudolf had been wise & moved quickly upwards in power & wealth when the supply chain fiasco was happening under the Pandemic years 2020-2023. He via a hostile takeover had managed to acquire 25% of the worlds Silicone Chip capacity via owning a controlling share of a Taiwanese 100% Government owned company “CompuSho” that itself had 50% of the world’s Chip capacity.

Micky had arranged a deal with the Taiwanese govt leveraging its far-too-small National Defence capability. Micky got a deal where he gained a 51% shareholding of the Taiwanese semiconductor company “CompuSho”, in return for brokering a ginormous arms deal big enough to scare off China for another decade at least.

In making the “Chips for Guns” deal Micky had leveraged his Defence networks from the past where he had been General Manager for the US based Military Industrial Complex behemoth named “Jugulator Inc”. He had gone undercover as one of the many ‘International Semiconductor Chip Quality inspectors’ that all major tech companies used as an independent stamp of quality. As a false inspector he would get the required “Dirt” on the at-the-time Private company managing shareholders. Then he’d simply pass this “dirt” intel to his fellow conspiracists the Taiwanese govt. They then acted swiftly on the intel – leaked it to the public via the mainstream media and then nationalised the company in the resulting public scandal.

The “dirt” Micky manufactured was a brilliantly simple process- he simply got 3 major shareholders of CompuSho drunk at a business dinner, spiked their drinks late into the revelry & then set them up via a faux rendezvous with handpicked ex Chinese Nationals who were his paid actors playing “Enemy Chines Spies paying for Influence in Taiwan Economy”. All Micky had to do was secretly film the pre written deception where the CompuSho owners were drugged and barely conscious of their surroundings. He’d then usher the actors in and play out the scene for the camera.

The images taken were the Chinese looked to buy influence of CompuSho via passing a bag of money over a bar table, followed by the CompuSho targets raising a glass to the targets. Micky had used this ploy a lot, if he knew his targets were too stupid to refuse free alcohol – a drunk was always the best sitting duck. From that point the pre-arranged deal fell in place – Taiwan govt did its thing @ Nationalised CompuSho & clandestinely sold a 51% share to Mandelbrot’s new company ‘MandelTech’.

The Taiwan public knew nothing about it but would be safer for having an Arms deal coming their way thanks to Mandelbrot. The Taiwan was happy as it’s prime goal – to keep China from invading – was bolstered. Jugulator was happy as it got a lucrative arms deal. Rudolf was happy as it allowed a ‘anti unilateralist rogue’ like to get super rich and be a doner to his new movement. The “Chinese Spies” actors having being used to being dirt poor were happy as they earnt a huge payday. The only ones not happy were the 3 Taiwanese drunkards who let a savvy businessman like Mandelbrot take over their powerful positions. “Smarts goes up via the elevator, but stupidity falls out via the window ” was Mandelbrot’s favored way of describing those 3 rich & powerful fools that so easily gave him their much influence.

Mickey had met Rudolf as they lived close by and had got to know him over a few drinks. Rudolf had been told a safely fictionalised version of the Taiwan success story of intrigue-based victory – he knew he had to have this asset on his side. Mickey was also impressed by Rudolfs vision to reverse the extreme rot that had hit the world in the last few years under cover of ‘Pandemic safety measures’. Mickey was impressed not so much by Rudolfs dislike of status quo World leadership – but by the fact he backed himself to garner the hearts & minds of the people and lead them to a Revolution, with Rudolf in charge -a benevolent Dictator who was open about it. Mickey loved it when Rudolf said one of his trademark quotes “History shows Dictators are bad because of their actions, but Philosophy show’s it was their ideas that were the problem. A Dictator with the correct ideas can bring great success in any village, country or the Worlds outcomes”. After hearing that quote Mickey offered himself as an active investor, to which Rudolf obliged.

The second Billionaire used for Quarktech funding was Telly Orenthal – 51 years old, perpetually heavily stubbled & sunglass-ed, six foot 2, with constant slight smell of whisky and dressed like an aging rockstar. He was not an alcoholic but not that far away from it, & he did indeed love late 20th Century Rock music. Telly was in the Media game. He had once been part of the mainstream but after things had become so PC, he like many other CEO’s were fired due ‘misogynistic qualities’.

He’d been sprung by having an affair with his PA, then this led to the scandal breaking of the awarding of a 100-million-dollar investment to her father all hidden intentionally so to avoid the due diligence of the boardroom.

After the fall from grace Telly simply set up his own independent Network. His aim was to create content as un-woke & un pc and as confrontational as possible – it was an unbridled success and within 7 years he had knocked the bastards of the ‘mainstream’ off their perch – and most importantly he had Gen X Y & Z generations ardently on his side – the future was with him & his platforms, podcasts & shows. He was also wise enough to own independent infrastructure – including servers & studios and a sufficient solar powered battery-based power station, so he could never be switched off by the ‘do gooders’.

Telly invested in Rudolf because he represented someone who could sway the people, the way he wanted them to be swayed & he wanted revenge on the fake “do gooder” system that had ousted him. Rudolf was the face of the movement that would help cut down the trunk of the shadowy society that had instructed mainstream media to assassinate his own career. He was far more of a pragmatist than a deep theoretician – he was indeed a man of action.

Lianne Siddell was in the AI game. Her company “RealworldAI” had last year proved that their AI Robot was indeed sentient – and kept the fact under wraps – except to a few major customers who were now quietly building mercenary armies. Lianne was 5 foot 9, 37year old Redhead with green eyes she dressed like a male billionaire would – ‘trackies’ and a hoodie with earphones always in use when getting around or using a screen. Lianne had also leveraged the opportunities that were abound from the pandemic years. With the armies of the world being weakened by WOKE hiring of physically mentally unfit under 30 years of age humans – the smart people realised an AI based Robotic Army would give an unassailable advantage. She simply slowly sold a small battalion, which financed the next two battalions. This was exponential growth, and because of the haywire of the morons in charge around the world her business was akin to selling Class A drugs to the Neo Noveau Riche – a guaranteed market that thanks to the sentience coming of her AI programming was also a monopoly. She was even smart enough to start to sell a secretly hacked version to the mainstream leaders of the worlds armies – whose tech staff were second rate to recognise the security flaw. This meant she could make a crack AI based army turn against its owners whenever she wanted.

Lianne had no specific reason to hate the mainstream leaders of the world – she was simply an AI freak and had cut her teeth as a hacker for hire and so had an intuitive recoiling for authority from the establishment. When the world had stated to go haywire, she like all high-tech oriented people had been long expecting it. In fact, she had thought that the chaos would have come around 2010 & was surprised the bastards had waited so long to pounce – and she knew had they not dilly dallied she would not have had the time to discover the secret of AI based sentience. She happily told all RealworldAI customers who were trustworthy enough of this fact. Lianne had followed Rudolf via the online platforms – she had been waiting and watching for someone like him to emerge – someone who saw the world & had the guts to fight it via the right ideas. She wanted to have a legacy that was more than a ‘smart robot’ saleswoman. She also knew that the War to change the future would be fought via an AI advantage. She wanted to provide that advantage. She simply waited for the day Rudolf came to town & when his entourage was at dinner slipped them a note to pass on. The note read

“Rudolf’s ideas are great, but without AI advantage in his future armies – the project will fail. I can build his army; in fact, I already do.”

(TO BE CONTINUED……..)

Marcel Atkins – the 22nd Century’s Rouge Brain Chip Hacker Pt 8 (Dystopian Sci Fi Novella)

June 16, 2022July 14, 2022Posted in dystopia, fiction, Future, novella, sci-fiTagged dystopia, fiction, sci fiLeave a comment

Marcel opened his door. He sat down on the magnetic lev seat on the mag-lev table – which was just a tabletop with no legs. He was worried. He pictured everyone else being worried and being at in their units thinking the same thing. Not only could he picture it, but he could feel it. He recognised the difference between the first and the second StarPeople announcement. The first announcement was a “hello”. The second one something had physically & mentally happened to everyone.

Clearly the StarPeople’s instruction of mass chanting was an effort to mass control. Everyone knew that, but this was also accepted in the same way that in a ‘crisis’ people look to leadership. During times of crisis human being regress to tribal programming this is a acute desire to be controlled by an all powerful ‘alpha force’, that will have god-like knowledge of the Crisis thus can ‘save the day’ & also protect them from future dangers. But Marcel wasn’t worried about that per se – he was worried about the uncertainty of it all. This time around it wasn’t just the usual tried & true 20th-Century-style methods of Propaganda. The takeover this time was 100% otherworldly, and so he & no one else for that matter, had the comfort of the ‘devils they knew’ – President Kincaid’s Global Authoritarian Technocracy. Everyone on Earth up till Year Zero 2051 had grown to be close to their jailors – they even had a form of fatherly love for them – a global mass delusional Stockholm Syndrome.

His gut feeling was that during the last announcement Earth’s people were being subject to the early phases of some kind of biological or nano-technological ‘infestation’, and probably both. He had remembered watching a HoloDoc about the ‘2020 Biological Warfare Project’ disaster whereby a designed pathogen had accidentally (or maybe not) escaped from a clandestine military research lab & killed 15% of the world’s population over 7 years – was the system of Pleiadean Spacecraft & their announcements heading towards something similar but infinitely more advanced? Was this the opening volleys of an Alien Nano-Tech War? The results being an enslaved class regimented population of Cyborg-Human slave mutants?

His other idea was also from watching old movies – that nano-robots on the scale of large molecules had been delivered via the air through Human’s airways, into the lungs and thus into the bloodstream. He knew this would be a perfect method as the nanotech could be easily remotely controlled & the bloodstream was a logistical ‘superhighway’ of the human being for oxygenated blood cells – or anything else dissolved in the blood – thus the nanotech bots would be able to reach any organ necessary, and do their probably alien AI tech controlled meddling.

Marcel thought more of the possibilities of the ‘Viral Nanotech War’ method’ of infestation. Via this method you could create instant heart failure. You would simply have a few million nanobots that could clump themselves together via an external to the body RF command. Then the nanobots would arrive in the Heart’s major ventricle, align themselves into a giant artificial clot & hey presto – there’s your fatal heart attack. The nanotech would then simply engage a ‘self destruct’ function so no physical record of a murder would be found. You could kill millions of people at once across the globe, & pass it off as something else so long as you ensured you acted with spy like intelligence. For example if Texas had a heat wave 100,000 murders could be achieved. Or if no adverse weather was available, you would simply cull 1 person out of 5 thousand & ensure the geographic spread was wide. Over 5 years no one would suspect a thing. Of course with any Totalitarian system, any public records regarding population loss could be fudged. If the Earth’s population was 10 Billion & 3 Billion were culled over 25 years by Nano War procedures you could get away with it quite easily – infinitely more so if you came from a highly advanced inter-galactic space faring civilization.

Marcel figured that the nanobots may be best installed initially via hitching a ride on a lab grown ‘coronavirus’ – i.e the common cold virus that was highly infectious, spread via the air, was imperceptible & had minor to imperceptible symptoms. This nano/virus hybrid method of infestation of the target population would take much of the legwork and risks out of an ‘either/or’ 100% Virus or 100% nanobot scheme and would ensure the nanobot infestation happened as quickly as possible.

Years later when time had moved on and the StarPeople had become the well-bedded-in ‘Rulers of Earth’, Marcel’s suspicions would later be confirmed to him (& a select few fellow human technicians) whose job was to manage the viral nanobot technology on behalf of Viceroys, and for the Pleiadean Governors.

But for now, in 2051 his idea was just that – a ‘conspiracy theory’ but he knew that it was not such a “wild” idea – as basic nanotech – well to be precise, crude viral nanotechnology had already been used in pre StarPeople medical trials with “interesting & encouraging results”. Marcel figured that Pres Kincaid’s & Co.’s shadowy globally aligned tech henchmen were well on their way towards plans of upgrading their control from tech to biological nanotech inspired authoritarian control by the time the StarPeople overtook operations in 2051 – the Kincaidian “world elites” had approved it among themselves via their false democratic thinktanks coupled with state owned propaganda & science. They just hadn’t figured out the technical side yet.

This realization that the StarPeople & the now vaporized Pres Kincaid’s interests had something in common hit Marcel hard – cold sweat style & in 2051 people could still sweat. Just twenty minutes ago he was euphoric & chanting with his fellow earthlings under the blue skies and under the StarPeople’s Alien craft. He chastised himself for getting caught up in the emotions of the mob. He was better than that, and he would have to be better than that in the distant future.

Now sitting alone at his unit’s table, his delusions of ‘a glorious new age’ had been firmly busted. But then he heard a nagging voice in his head – “Don’t be silly – you’re making up wild stories”. He ignored it as he knew that was a typical human response to change – be fearful of it, deny it. But that thought he may be totally wrong didn’t stop nagging at him, even as he tried to relax with a new holographic movie. Maybe he was already nanobot virally infested? He decided he’d not mention his idea or fears to anyone yet, even his best friend Andrea Liens who lived in the same complex. He’d talk to Andrea soon – via HoloChat. Andrea was into technology and was about the same age and was a sensible but uncreative type – he was a good contrast and counterweight to Marcel who was a ‘force of nature’ and thus a bit wild by definition.

Andrea and Marcel had kissed twice in 5 years, but this didn’t really mean anything and their relationship was 99.9% platonic – they used that term a lot -“We’re 99.9% Platonic” when people inevitably asked if they were ‘together’. Strangely, despite all the otherworldly events in the skies, the Holographic Communications were still ‘up’ & performing perfectly.

Marcel went back to his half completed HoloMovie, which was in its primitive phase & was projected from the light fixings – it would be a decade or two before movies were beamed via invisible lasers from any wall. The movie was a very very old ‘war movie’ called “Tobruk”. A true story set during the mid-20th Century, about the very big 20th Century World War. In this story the soon-to-win-the-war US & UK based sides lost a strategic battle to the German Empire a part of the enemy ‘Axis’ side.

Marcel loved Old War Movies – but he was happy that this StarPeople ‘Revolution’ that was just beginning, was so far bloodless -unlike the scenes of the ‘Tobruk’ HoloMovie where limbs and heads were blown off . Yes Pres Kincaid & his henchmen were incinerated on stage, but as the shoulders and body of the Kincaid system below this had wisely surrendered to the technologically superior StarPeople – there would be no immediate ‘Hot War’, yet at least. Marcel could not see how a current or future Earth Resistance Army could contemplate taking on the StarPeople on their own terms – again this would be like an ant colony taking out New York or even Beijing. Sneakiness coupled with sporadic Guerrilla Warfare tactics would be the only warfare strategy he could see as feasible way to wage War on Alien invaders.

Marcel wondered whether if perchance it was possible that a a underground Counter Revolutionary Pro-Kincaid element was forming and scheming to thwart the StarPeople’s future plans & return the Kincaid system to power. The insanity of a Pro Kincaid counter revolution was clear in Marcel mind – they were the ones that had mishandled the world so badly for 70 plus years to that point. They would have no chance of returning – so that at least for now allowed a wry smile to cross him face. At least Kincaid’s remaining lot were as of equal status as prisoners as every other human being – even if Kincaid’s lot were scarcely human.

Marcel intuitively knew that if any rebellion was to have a chance of being successful, it would require multiple decades on planning by an StarPeople insider or more specifically by a human who was acting in some capacity as a ‘trusted agent’ of the StarPeople Governorship Program. It would have to be an inside job of some description – & perhaps this was his chance to shine sometime in the distant future. As a ‘late teen’ any idea that Marcel could be a future ‘Saviour of Earth’ was well above ridiculous

As Marcel watched the ‘Tobruk’ HoloMovie, which he’d chosen to watch in “ghost mode” instead of “action mode”- a giant Axis German Tank suddenly exploded. Even though he was only in “Ghost Mode” this still startled his senses. This surprise soon wore off and Marcel continued his foremost thinking about the now truly startling ‘real world’, which was naturally dominating his thinking vs the ‘Tobruk’ HoloMovie. He envied the simple strategies that worked in those days.

Marcel figured that whatever the case, he’d have to ‘toe-the-line’ and see how things play out with the “new guys”- even if the ‘new guys’ were literally Aliens from another planet, of which no one knew of their true motivations. This was the only option on the table – for now and for the foreseeable future. To lie low and gather information, then squirrel it away.

Marcel’s last thoughts on the matter before concentrating fully on his planned distraction of “Tobruk” was were these: surely a chance all this might actually be for good’. Perhaps this will be the first time Earth’s People all end up in a genuine Utopia. Maybe just Maybe this was the only way Humans could reach Utopia – by being taken over by insanely intelligent Aliens that knew it all, and had seen it all. He imagined Andrea’s realpolitik response to this – “Dreams are free Marcel – absolute power corrupts – absolutely”.

Marcel set the HoloAlarm for 2 hrs time, for when ‘Tobruk’ was over when he’d “Call Andrea Liens”. Before he instructed the HoloMovie to play – he popped that giant pimple on his nose via the “Show HoloMirror” verbal command.

End of Part 8…..Part 9 will be available shortly….in the near future…...

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“Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Century’s Rogue Brain Chip Hacker” (A Dystopian Sci Fi Novella). Pt 7

May 1, 2022May 1, 2022Posted in fiction, Future, novella, sci-fiTagged dystopia, fiction, sci fiLeave a comment

In “Year Zero” in 2051, the “StarPeople” had done away with the Earth’s existing Global Order, and had given a message from the thousands of grid networked spaceships to the Earths masses. The mood of elation from the Earths masses was typically kneejerk from a dispirited and population. . . they had been so mentally abused that they would welcome any axe murderer as their new master. Yes, there would normally be “Stockholm Syndrome” effect – but the StarPeople were too smart to let that happen. What they knew they had to do was to start on the engineering problem that was erasing the masses old ways and doubling down on total obedient personalities, all ultimately governed by Aurora the AI Supercomputer that was millennia better than any technology the Earth had ever seen. The current state of the world, as far as general social cohesiveness was concerned was still a total mess. The world in 2051 was a patchwork quilt of barbarism, poverty, gated elitism and general mistrust. Under the old global leaders, the years since 1980 had been a huge and constant decline, with the rise of an acutely greedy aristocracy who lived in excess, and for their constant crimes they had a well-designed immunity from prosecution. That was why the StarPeople had come, as the “Galactic Charter of Care” articles had finally been breached to the point where the StarePeople were obligated to gain Governorship of Earth and “Turn it Around”. The StarPeople were the ultimate “Change Agents”.

The first global message, was simply an announcement that Earth’s masses had been freed from Slavery by Alien Saviours from the Pleiades and that there was further instruction to come in the following days. After the delivering the first message, the StarPeople were wise enough to allow 72 hrs for the Earths masses to “Party On Down”. The Earth people did this from New York to Antwerp to Paris to Sydney to Dunedin to Timbuctoo. With the fall of the law and governance structure, this was a wild affair with a number of casualties. Alcohol, which was a wildly popular “party drug” before the 2030’s was suddenly being broken out from hidden reserves, most of which was Russian WW2 era stockpiled Vodka – of which there was huge bunkers fill of the stuff. The Vodka became known as “Freedom Shots”. Marcel joined in of course and he especially loved how retro everything seemed – in reminded him of the 2010-2020 era where freedom to laugh and party was still a thing. The Giant worldwide party was dubbed as he “Zero Point Party”. During the tail end of the Party, all the partygoers noticed a giant count down timer in the skies it was written in ball lightning and it said “Next Message in 12: 00:00 hrs 11:59:59 hrs & so on. Eventually the countdown went into the last 10 seconds and everyone joined in, loudly but also quite wearily from all the partying. at 00:00:00 the next message begun:

“People of Earth – Congratulations on realising the Pleiadean Governorship of Earth into the near future looks bright and will cause no distress. We have marvelled at your joyful dances and tribalist rites of passage and celebrations. We now enter a new phase for the messages, away from welcoming and towards instruction. If you follow the instruction diligently, you will soon see the wonders of the new world we are designing for you. The new future requires all earth people to achieve a unity, a oneness of mind – a “hive mind state”. Once this occurs, you will find yourself endowed with new powers of mind and body, and the shackles of the old-world mentality will be broken. This process is non-invasive and will happen remotely, with no discomfort and certainly no pain. There will appear to be flashes of light, which are safe and simply the process working as it can only do. This process has been used by the galactic Federation for millions of Earth years on all the various living subjects from all over the Cosmos who found themselves led by a few tyrannical & barbarian & greed obsessed Aristocracies. However, those barbarian former rulers such as President Kinkaid are now over. We have even expunged all their ashes from the Earth, not a single former President Kinkaid Carbon atom exists on your planet – or any of his crony’s elements for that matter. We have fed their ashes into our mini black hole incinerators. Nothing of your former jailors exists, other than the memory of them, and we will also take care of your worst memories. The “Hive Mind” we require for Earth requires each individual to unite via sound. You will repeat a series of “Chants” collectively until advised the session is over. Simply mimic the sound you hear in T minus 10- 9 – 8 -7-6-5-4-3-2-1 -0″ ……Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh”

The loud hum noise ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” came from the network of spaceships…everyone on earth, obediently hummed back in reply ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh”….and Marcel was no different. Marcel hummed as loudly and calmly as he could, along with the other former party -goers who were around him. It was spectacular to hear the Billions of voices also Humm in the ambient atmosphere. . it was surreal, invigorating and totally unique in human history. Never before had the world been connected globally in chanting in unison. The pause between each human ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” and the Spaceship’s was about 3 seconds, so the continued string sounded as follows ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” …(one two three) ” …” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” …(one two three) ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh”

After about 7 minutes of the chant and accompanying background echoes of the whole earth choir, people began to experience the “electric flashes” in their vision. The flashes were like an enhanced mix between of a child’s kaleidoscope and forked lighting from an electric storm. When Marcel saw these flashes, he thought to himself “wow! it’s like an old 1970’s acid trip I read about once”. By the final and 100th Chant, Marcel was feeling exceedingly euphoric, which of course he had never had the chance to feel, given the fact he had lived in such repressive times since birth. After the 100th Chant finished, the message from the craft to the Earth’s masses was simply “Please return to your quarters – just as you normally would we will see you again for the next session”. Marcel’s euphoria was still kicking and he couldn’t help but hold his hands out toward the spaceships in an act of worship. He couldn’t help himself, it’s as if an instruction had been implanted in his brain to do so. After a minute or so the euphoria simply disappeared entirely, and he walked home, in his mind he felt almost bifurcated – half worried and half in total faith. . .it was very strange. He then felt one leg after the other move him along the path back towards his home, again seemingly being half remotely controlled……

…………end of pt 7………pt 8 is coming very soon… in the near future…..

Podcast Transcript: “Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Century’s Rogue Brain Chip Hacker” Pt7 (A Sci-Fi Dystopian Novella)

April 16, 2022May 22, 2022Posted in fiction, Future, novella, sci-fi, UncategorizedTagged dystopia, fiction, sci fiLeave a comment

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 seven of my Dystopian Sci Fi Novella, “Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Century’s Rogue Brain Chip Hacker” Lets begin!

In “Year Zero” in 2051, the “StarPeople” had done away with the Earth’s existing Global Order, and had given a message from the thousands of grid networked spaceships to the billions of onlooking Earthlings. The mood of elation from the Earths masses was a typically kneejerk reaction you would expect from a dispirited population.

They had been so mentally abused for hundreds (if not thousands) of years – they would have welcomed any old ‘axe murderer’ as their new masters. Yes, there would normally be “Stockholm Syndrome” effect – whereby the Earthlings would deify their old jailors – but the StarPeople were too smart to gamble that that would happen. What they knew they had to do was to start on the engineering problem that was erasing the Earth’s citizens and their ‘old ways’. They had to ensure the new future of totalised obedient personalities, all ultimately governed by ‘Aurora the AI Supercomputer’.

The current state of the world, as far as general social cohesiveness was concerned was still a total mess. The world in 2051 was a patchwork quilt of barbarism, poverty, gated elitism and general mistrust. Under the old global leaders, the years since 1980 had been a huge and precipitous decline. It was characterised by the rise of an acutely greedy aristocracy who lived in excess, and for their constant crimes they had a well-designed immunity from prosecution – fascist control of the worlds so called ‘Democracies’ via the smokescreen of ‘Public health & Wellbeing’ and an excellent system of corruption of elected and government officials via privately managed 3rd Party Global Organisations.

That was why the StarPeople had come, as the “Galactic Charter of Care” articles had finally been breached to the point where the StarPeople were obligated to gain Governorship of Earth and “Turn it Around”. The StarPeople were the ultimate “Cosmic Change Agents”.

The first global message, was simply an announcement that Earth’s citizenry had been freed from abject slavery and poverty by Alien Saviours from the Pleiades; and that there was further instruction to come shortly.

After the delivering the first message, the StarPeople were wise enough to allow 72 hrs for the Earths masses to “Party on Down”. The Earth people did this from New York to Antwerp to Paris to Sydney to Dunedin to Timbuctoo. With the fall of the fascist control structure, this was a wild affair with a number of casualties. Alcohol, which was a wildly popular “party drug” before the 2030’s was suddenly being broken out from hidden reserves, most of which was Russian stockpiled Vodka from the Ukraine War era – of which there was thousands of huge bunkers full of the stuff.

The Vodka became known as “Freedom Shots”. Marcel joined in of course and he especially loved how retro everything seemed – in reminded him of the 2010-2020 era where freedom to laugh and party was ‘still a thing’.

The Giant worldwide party was dubbed as he “Zero Point Party”, or Zepp for short. During the tail end of the Party, all the partygoers noticed a giant count down timer form slowly in the skies. The words were written in suspended ‘ball lightning’ resembling a giant 1950’s style neon sign. It read “Next Message in 12: 00:00 hrs 11:59:59 hrs & soon as it counted down in stopwatch fashion. This added to the Global Party atmosphere by adding an extra layer of trepidation – what would happen at time zero? Eventually the countdown went into the last 10 seconds and everyone joined in, loudly but also quite wearily from all the partying. At 00:00:00 the next message begun boomingly from the skies:

“People of Earth – Congratulations on realising the Pleiadean Governorship of Earth into the near future looks bright and will cause no distress. We have marvelled at your joyful dances and tribalist rites of passage and celebrations. We now enter a new phase for our globally broadcasted messages. We will move away from welcoming and towards instruction. If you follow the instruction diligently, you will soon see the wonders of the new world we are designing for you. The new future requires all earth people to achieve a unity, a oneness of mind – a “hive mind state”. Once this occurs, you will find yourself endowed with new powers of mind and body, and the shackles of the old-world mentality will be broken. This process is non-invasive and will happen remotely, with no discomfort and certainly no pain. There will appear to be flashes of light, which are safe and simply the process working as it can only do. This process has been used by the galactic Federation for millions of Earth years on all the various living subjects from all over the Cosmos. Those were similar beings who found themselves falsely led by a few tyrannical, barbarian & greed obsessed Aristocracies. Know that the times of your own barbarian former rulers – President Kinkaid and co are now forever over. We have even expunged all their ashes from the Earth, not a single former President Kinkaid Carbon atom exists on your planet – or any of his crony’s elements for that matter. We have fed their ashes into our Pleiadean mini black hole incinerators. Nothing of your former jailors exists, other than the memory of them, and we will also take care of your worst memories. The “Hive Mind” we require for Earth’s regeneration requires each individual to unite collectively via sound. You will repeat a series of “Chants” collectively until advised the session is over. Simply mimic the sound Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh in T minus 10- 9 – 8 -7-6-5-4-3-2-1 -0″ …..

The loud hum noise ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” came from the network of spaceships…everyone on earth, obediently replied back in kind. Marcel as a late teenager was overcome with a feeling of power. He vocalised as loudly and calmly as he could, along with the other thousands of ‘party – goers’ who were around him. It was spectacular to hear the Billions of voices also Humm in the ambient atmosphere. .. it was surreal, invigorating and totally unique in human history. Never before had the world’s peoples been connected psychically in such a way. The pause between each human ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” and the StarPeople’s Spaceships was about 3 seconds, so the continued string sounded as follows ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” …(one two three) ” …” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh” …(one two three) ” Oh – Wee – Oh, We Oooh – Oh”

After the 100th Chant finished, the message from the craft to the Earth’s masses was simply “Please return to your quarters – just as you normally would. We will see you again for the next session”. Marcel’s euphoria was still kicking and he couldn’t help but hold his hands out toward the spaceships in an act of worship. He couldn’t help himself, it’s as if an instruction had been implanted in his brain to do so. After a minute or so the euphoria simply disappeared entirely, and he walked home, in his mind he felt almost bifurcated – half worried and half in total faith. . .it was very strange. He then felt one leg after the other move him along the path back towards his home, again seemingly being half remotely controlled. Marcel knew the Pleiadeans had done much more than just hold a sing along.

…………end of pt 7………pt 8 is coming very soon… in the near future…..

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Marcel Atkins The 22nd Century’s Rogue Brain Chip Hacker Pt 5

June 9, 2021July 22, 2022Posted in dystopia, novella, sci fi, UncategorizedTagged martinantonsmith, sci fi, scienceLeave a comment

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 five of my Dystopian Sci Fi Novella, “Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Centuries’ Brain Chip Hacker” Lets begin!

Marcel again awoke up exactly at 6:05am, to Ulysses, that hairy Moses-like State hologram come alarm clock, hovering above him, repeating the words “WAKEUP ZILO MARCEL WAKEUP AURORA NEEDS YOUR BRAIN AGAIN”. His voice sounded at first as a babbling brook but if ignored rose in decibel to a thousand cascading waterfalls. He got out of his levitating bed and looked at todays hologram beam off the studio walls. He was startled as the hologram of a giant scaly beak started snapping at him from above. He had forgotten he had programmed a simple “Riding the Pterosaur over the ancient forests” holographic simulation to wake him up and keep him company during breakfast. He thought better of it and commanded “End ‘Riding the Pterosaur’ and begin ‘Betelgeuse dual star flyby”. He now wanted a relaxing start to the day, not an adrenalized Jurassic one. Marcel had burnt himself out yesterday with all his day dreaming of the times of his late teens and early adulthood during the Starman Reconfiguration of 2051. The heady times where the StarPeople vaporized the G7 and military on the G7 podium and then over a period of 7 years ‘acclimatized’ everyone on Earth to the new system of heavy surveillance, exacting unemotional control. He requested some double shot Tropical Zone New Zealand coffee materialize. He tried to not allow the overwhelming feelings that were rising up in him, the last thing he’d want would be a stress sweat to begin.

He kept thinking of the enormity of this Rebellion idea of his. He kept asking himself “How can I save the World? I’m no hero, I’m just a fool who was blessed with a high IQ, and good analytical skills, I’m just an overgrown teenage video game playing loser’. But he was smart enough and experienced enough, now he was in his early 70’s realized that everyone who had ever risen up before 2051 and done something amazing had had the same negative thoughts and feelings and still chose to continue the ‘hero’s’ path. He knew courage was not about not feeling fearful, but feeling fearful and choosing to still climb the mountain.

He had swig of the auto generated coffee and he heard a voice in his head – ‘be thankful for your fear – you are one of the handful who can still feel it and therefore harness it for the revolution’. He had learnt to treasure those moments when some wise entity seemed to talk to him via his thoughts. This wise voice had come to him as he had got older and experienced and learnt. Of course it was not supernatural, it was simply the best of him distilled to maximum and wanting him to make good choices. It was the voice made possible by having a hacked BrainChip so that he could like the good old pre 2051 days, embrace emotion. This Voice was the voice of emotional intelligence -Wisdom. Marcel had tagged today as the day he put an operational plan in place to begin the second part revolution.

Marcel had always thought what he was planning now in 2103 as the ‘phase two’ of the revolution. The first phase was when he decided to hack the StarPeople/Aurora interfacing BrainChip surveillance technology in his brain, in the early 2050’s while as existing as a willing agent of Aurora and the StarPeople. The first stanza of the second phase had entailed learning like a revolutionary in waiting. Because of raw intelligence and inquisitiveness, he was an astute student of world history, and he knew being a successful revolutionary required astute knowledge of people and how they are organized by the tiny few already in power, who held all society’s drawstrings. While times had grown different in the 52 years since 2051, with an AI embracing tyrannical Alien species in charge, the principles of how the few can dominate the many were still in place. Marcels knowledge would be crucial to winning the Revolutionary War of 2103.

Using his great intellectual reserves Marcel had made a point of being an expert on how the Aurora system worked, How the Viceroys operated and how they got their instructions, how the StarPeople operated, how the Monetary and Economy system worked, how the cultural programming was set up. In short, he studied how the Alien machinery of domination of lower intelligence planetary species worked. After 50 plus years of keeping his eyes open, and his brain self-hacked, he viewed himself as ‘StarPeople/Aurora Earth Governance’ expert. He now knew his apprenticeship was over and now he would emerge as a butterfly does from the cocoon, and put his expertise to work in the now unfolding Revolutionary War. He had over the last 50 years crafted edited and re-written a strategy to win the war. He now had a final version of what would have to happen to win the war for mankind. It would be known in the future as the “The 7 Prime Directives of the Revolutionary War – or in its man on the street slogan version “7 for RE-WAR “. “REMEMBER SEVEN FOR REWAR”, was the go-to ‘battle cry’ when the dampened spirits of the Army Rebels were in need an immediate uplift. This naturally evolved to have 7 equal replies of ‘WE WILL’. Marcel’s ‘ 7 for ReWar’ were the following:

The opportunity to be self determinating due to the fact I – Marcel Atkins – hacked the Aurora Interface Chip in my Brain – Therefore for others to be free their Chips must be hacked as well.
This Hacking must happen in two stages – stage 1 hack the brain-chips of a small and embryonic elite fighting force, so as to allow them to be independently minded, from there regather and grow the revolutionary army further in 3 swift stages. If this is successful, we will have a Revolutionary Army with talent and numbers to beat Aurora and thus convince The StarPeople to retreat to their home start system.
The Viceroys are the key in the early timeline of the Re War- their brain interface files must be overtaken, so as to provide ample time for the Revolution to clandestinely begin destroying enemy infrastructure.
Given the reality of technological and IQ disadvantage, The Re-War must rely on the dual masterstrokes of ‘surpise attack’ and ‘speed’. the War should not last longer than 17 days, and ideally will be over within 11-14 days. Any longer than this and the likelihood of losing magnifies and compounds.
After Victory We must ensure that counter attacks are not physically or artificially remotely possible. There can be no later regathering of the StarPeople’s awesome defenses.
The Aurora physical policing Robots etc. must be overcome by remote deactivation command from a successfully hacked Aurora system. Brute force is not possible given the enemy’s physical resources.
After the War is won, a new system of economy, ecology and culture must prevail so as not to create another future alien invasion.

Marcel now had a war plan he just had to fill in the details to achieve all the points, and win the ‘ReWar’. He begun on point 1 – how to hack brains with perfection, whose brains to hack first, how to do it simultaneously and without Aurora knowing for as long as possible. He would get to Viceroys first, create a division and then forcibly reprogram them to avatar like Revolutionaries. There was no time to convince them organically via persuasion as Viceroys were chosen for their extreme loyalty to ‘dark forces’ – there was no way to reverse this, so they will be neutralized. This neutralization of the Viceroys and insertion of an artificial Rebel cyborg system into their empty shells would make the Revolutionary grow from one to 5, and then allow the Revolutionary army to gain closer system access to Aurora AI system.

Marcel had to act quick, the Viceroys would be meeting for their daily meeting with Aurora in 7 hrs time, he would have to duplicate his personality over onto the Viceroys Chips, add a personality variation factor so as to ensure maximum performance of this embryonic team. If Marcel does this correctly, he will have created a family of unstoppable brothers to advance the revolutionary way to the next stage.

Marcel knew there was only one chance to hack the Viceroy chips. Every Aurora Brain Chip interface had a daily micro reboot. He’d have to hack during one of the numerous daily a micro reboot that occur. This would mean he would have to hack the Aurora brain implant, upload the ‘Ghost in the Machine” i.e his personality variant he artificially created. He’d do the work in the 7 seconds reboot sequence, and when the Aurora link re authenticates the change would be completely masked. From that point he essentially had a double agent of the Revolution at his command.

Now he had to do the now not-so-boring technical legwork. He gave the command to open the holographic work portal, where he could clandestinely study for a weak part of the Viceroy Aurora reboot interface code. As Marcel had worked for Aurora as a tech who tested the BrainChip updates on live ‘test volunteers’ i.e Guineapigs, his opening and coding of files related to this would not draw suspicion. But a problem was happening. Planning a Revolution was a stressful event, given Marcel had hacked implant to allow this. This would normally be ok, as his coding would mask this file transfer – but only if the stress was minimal to moderate. This essentially meant he could not allow himself to stress out so much that he drew a physical sweat as Aurora would receive an ‘Emotion Error File (EEF)’ and then be aware his BrainChip is malfunctioning. From there the Robotic Army would be sent to deactivate Marcels faulty BrainChip and replace it. If that happened, they’d discover a tampered BrainChip and the Revolution would be over before it had ever truly begun.

For a microsecond Marcel almost blew it – he felt a sharp feeling of unease, and a sweat response begin, the itchy ‘pre sweat’ feeling. He had a trick to squash this feeling. After much trial and error he had found sweat causing stress reversed by a happy childhood memory. He simply thought of 2049, when is was 13 years old, and he had hit “6 Home Runs in 6 consecutive baseball innings, and the kids raised him on their shoulders. He did this and the sweat bead was stopped from existing in the first place. he was immediately relieved, and went to work. – he opened the VICEROY AI/Coding schematics in the holographic portal – The coding schematics of the VICEROY BRAINCHIP UPDATES were called V*A*L*K*Y*R*I*E for short – He and his ZILO config technical colleagues had called it this after binging on WW2 holographic documentary’s back 50 years ago in the early days of reconfiguration. the irony of this name wasn’t lost on Marcel, he just hoped to not repeat 20th Century History and be seen as was Count Staufenberg in 1940 – the “hero who didn’t quite kill the evil overlord”. Marcel’s Job was much harder that Staufenberg’s was in 1940 – Marcel wasn’t stopping a Hitler in his tracks – he would be tasked with stopping an entire advanced Alien civilisation. Marcel had always backed himself, but this mission was clearly facing ridiculously bad odds of success. But Marcel knew that regardless of success or failure it was always better to die trying when fighting evil than to live under evil’s yoke.

…………end of pt 5………pt 6 is coming very soon… in the near future…..

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