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 six of my Dystopian Sci Fi Novella, “Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Century’s Rogue Brain Chip Hacker” Lets begin!
While Marcel was doing the dull leg work before the exciting stuff would ramp up. He was re-studying the Viceroy Brain Chip coding schematics. His mind started to daydream back to that unique period where the G7 leaders and there military cohorts had been vaporized on the stage before the worlds watching eyes. Looking back he realized that moment was the start of a new ‘acclimatization period’. The hellish pungent cloud of flesh infused vapor and smoke that drifted off the stage, was the specter of Earths reset it’s new “year zero’. Of course in those first few hours and days, there was much skepticism and wild theories circulating about what was truly happening. This global uncertainty was fueled by the fact that Initially their was a 5 day “Phoney War” period where literally nothing happened. The booming voice that emanated from the sky immediately after the G7 vaporization event promising space ships to surveil and instruct the planet’s citizens, was notably still absent. The rampart skepticism in the air, was amplified by the ‘independent’ Podcaster’s. Their communal cry was evidenced by this later historic quote “This is a just trick of the Elites – the vaporization of the President, the G7 and Military leaders was just another smoke and mirrors play like we have seen for so many decades, just like The sinking of the Lusitania in 1915, just like The Gulf of Tonkin in 1964 and Just like the Weapons’ of Mass destruction ploy of 2002, the ‘Wet Market’ Virus of 2019” and the false solar electrical storm blackout of ’31, it’s all just junkem and bunkem listeners“. Marcel of course, followed these so called ‘independently minded’ ‘rebel’ podcasters, who since 2015 had risen and risen in their popularity dramatically with deteriorating global conditions. By 2051 the establishment Podcasters had reach their maximum reach, but their listeners didn’t ever really know how much their favourite podcasters were compromised by the system.
Marcel remembers those first 5 days before the Spaceship announcement as dark and full of suspense, where he was just sitting in his studio apartment listening to the Podcast hosts come up with various theories. top rating Leslie Frizelmann had an interesting theory at the time, one that resonated with Marcel. The theory was that the G7 and the Military that were vaporized on the stage were just simply a “culling of the puppets” by the real leaders, those of the ‘military industrial complex’ whose natural habitat was in the backrooms and shadows. They had now simply now put themselves out of the shadows and onto the stage for all to see. Why did they come out of the shadows? Technology. The advancement of technology had allowed these shadowy figures to have such complete and robust surveillance and control of all aspects of peoples lives, that there was now no need to hide at all. why would you hide if you are so powerful you can’t ever be beat? Because the mass surveillance and control of the masses was such an imperfect system up until 2051, they had to every now and then have an array of false Puppet leaders to take the fall, take the heat and so placate the global citizens. This was quite a good theory, and Marcel liked it for a couple of days while he was drinking coffee and lying motionless in his bed – like everyone else – all the 4.5 billion people of Earth were. Why only 4.5 billion people on earth in 2051? The coronavirus pandemic of 2020-2027 had taken the worlds population down from 8 billion to 6 billion, and since 2027 fertility rates had dramatically dropped all over the earth, meaning another 1 billion babies were never born, on top of that there were the 500 million dead in the ‘blackout riots’ of 2031 caused by the highly questionable Solar EMP event. These events left a stable population of 4.5 Billion as of 2051. The last reason for a non growing population was the culling of the structurally poor sick and homeless. Every year a new 100 million batch of ‘deplorables’ rolled off the production line, and these were swiftly eliminated and filed under the ‘self death’ category. So all in all the elites had achieved a ‘balanced personnel count’ as they coldly denoted that line in the yearly Earth in Balance Report.
within minutes of the g7/President Kincaid’s shocking-yet-celebrated podium vaporizations, competing theories of what was truly happening were zipping around the globe’s media airwaves like a flock of a million screaming, frightened bats suddenly flying out of their cave en-masse. The feudal elite system of the time simply couldn’t handle surprises, let alone ones this cosmically big. It was podcasters that people would turned too for answers. The Populist Podcast hero Leslie Frizelmann’s of the We Need More Hero’s Podcast theory was that the supposedly ‘alien voices’ emanating from the clouds were not of aliens at all, but were simply the existing but now ‘out-of-the-shadows’ ruling elite broadcasting using the most high tech methods available. The same bastards he said emphatically were simply pretending to be aliens, as a ploy to grab even more power and control. The other popular theory was from Roy Riley the Wrangler Podcast. Roy’s theory was that they Aliens were indeed real, and they were from the nearest star system of Alpha Centuri, and they were the same Aliens that had been visiting Earth for thousands of years, as per the still surviving records of the hieroglyphics and cave drawings from the Ancient and Paleolithic world.
Another geopolitical type theory was that it was China who was responsible for it all, and that it was finally ‘mopping up the tail’ with the world, which it had essentially been the financial master of since at least 2020, China was just now naturally asserting itself in all remaining domains of power – military and culturally and civically. While the ‘Aliens from Alpha Centuri’ theory was the closest, like all “conspiracy theories’ there are at least as many holes and omissions in the theory as spurious connections. It really was ‘theory soup’ in those first 5 days of silence, but still everyone was still hungry for the real uncensored answers. The reality was that the Earth was being subjected to the unfolding of the StarPeople’s long term Galactic plan, as per the Treaty and that was now coming to the implementation phase.
Looking back at the start of year zero – that is 2051, Marcel could see how blinded by fear everyone was and how the Podcasters and Philosophers lapped up the fear for ratings, as the parasitic system in place demanded. They amplified it and then cashed it in, and then slowly disappeared off the airwaves, only reappearing in watered down form as state holographic documentary narrators in June 10th 2053.
Now that it was 52 years later 2103, Marcel was a wise expert on the whole history, technology and philosophe of The Pleiadean StarPeople. He knew their motives. Their takeover, he conceded was brilliant as he often had marveled at over the years. They had made an amazingly stable system of totalitarianism, where prior earthling despots had failed. The Earth was an incredibly stable unit under their guidance, but it was also so robotic and soul-less, and marcel knew he could come up with a better system, one with a modicum of emotion but none of the bad long past history of war , poverty and deception.
Yes the Pleiadeans could have flexed their muscles at anytime over the last 2500 years, going back to the Greek philosophers heyday, but Earth was not in such danger from itself way back then. The StarPeople were wise enough to wait for fertile conditions, i.e. total chaos to organically arise on Earth. That policy was of course written into the Galactic Treaty Of Care. This mass global chaos would allow for absolute minimum resistance from the global Earth masses and so squelch the chances of any meaningful rebellion. The Earth’s humans would be so mentally and physically exhausted they would willingly invite Alien capture and control. Marcel had begrudging respect for the patience of the Starpeople to wait multiple millennia until Earth was such an floating, sitting duck.
The day before the ‘Vaporization Event’ Earth had already from the perspective of the ‘average working stiff’ had had 71 years of growing chaos poverty, reducing wages, job insecurity, crime and general disrepair. This structural downward spiral for ‘non elites’ had started since ‘the Grand Communicator’ Reinhardt Reagan was elected in the USA 1980. Reagan the ex Hollywood actor, had ushered in a so called new ‘free marketeering, low regulation, small government’ era of what was later to be called “Neoliberalism’. Looking from afar, this was exactly what the StarPeople were patiently waiting for. They’d just have to bide their time and wait till the insanity matured, like fine wine or camembert cheese.
The propaganda of the Reaganist system rolled out to the masses was brilliant in it’s effect. When telling of smaller less intrusive government, they made government bigger and tapped phones. When taking away worker overtime and holidays, they said the jobs would be more secure, then they fired everyone and set up operations in China or Mexico or insert third world country here. When telling kids to “stay off drugs” they sold cocaine to fund arms to murderous rebels in far flung foreign conflicts. This Reagan-led smoke and mirrors forign and domestic policy created a parasitic elitist era marked by total chicanery whereby the sweat of the everyman was collected and swapped for Bollinger for the parasitic, snobby speculating Reaganites. This system was best thought of metaphorically as an armored beast with high tech weaponry. The Beast up to 2051 had many mouthpieces for mass broadcast of propaganda and key messaging, many hands and arms and legs that could hold and move many guns and shields; a multiple hemisphered brain for different levels of cloak and dagger decision making .
One mouth of the Beast was the broadcast media – this was the mix of radio/podcast/tv/newspapers/social media; another mouth was Line and Middle managers, Board members, CEO’s, Executives; another mouth was global thinktank operatives, Politicians, Public servants , Schoolteachers, Scientists and Professors. The hands and weapons were the Military, Spies & informants, Army, Airforce, Navy, Cyberforce, SpecForce, & Police. they with their offensive and defensive armory, the guns, radar, surveillance tech, missiles, nukes, real viruses, computer viruses. The Brains of the beast were the major owners of the keys sectors of the economy the captains of technology, health care, financials, real estate, energy, materials, consumer discretionary, industrials, utilities, consumer staples, telecommunications. This Beast over the decades expertly hoovered up and directed all assets so that by 2051 any cash formally held by small and medium businesses and families or even countries themselves had entirely disappeared. Reagan as a key initial mouthpiece and then the ‘Reaganist philosophy’ of Neoliberalism was in truth just an accelerated version of what had always happened over the long term. This accelerated global program as created by the brains of the Beast would over the next 7 decades systematically erode all the remaining key regulatory social and economic safeguards that had been installed by necessity worldwide at the end of ww2 .
These social and economic safeguards, such as a minimum % of bank reserves required to cover toxic assets and loan defaults, The right for workers to form unions, public ownership of key societal assets such as water roads and schools, family home ownership, the right to freely associate, the right of free speech. President Reagan his elites were told by the ‘brains‘ to view this seemingly ‘about face’ in policy simply as an intelligent and required, much belated, return to natural order social normality. The brains had to pull the pin on the falsely inefficient and kinder world that came out of the ashes of WW2. That falsity of safeguards and protection, indeed promotion of the average joe, were 100% necessary in the immediate decades after ‘Great Depression and War years’, but were always designed to be at some stage, rolled back. This temporary postwar sunshine lead to a economic boom whereby the average joe could become comfortable, raise a family and even become rich if he worked hard enough. By the time Reagan had come along, the Elites, i.e. the so called ‘brains‘ had grown miserable at this situation of sharing wealth with the deplorables. After all, the deplorables didn’t even wash or brush their teeth regularly. They didn’t like to see these in realty, battling normal people do well. For deplorables to do well this meant that the myth of we-are-elite-because-we-are-brilliant would be roundly myth-busted. The worlds elite ‘brains‘ had to take the world back to its equilibrium, that is a feudalist society with them as Kings. From day one of this system, the brains just had to put themselves in a suitably armored & weaponized body walk out the gated communities and into the ghetto, and their fully actualized utopia would come to full enlightened fruition……………………
The key years of the ‘elites strike back’ of 1980-87 were astutely managed propaganda by a compromised media and Politicians. A simple mantra message was put out by the ‘beasts’ mouth to the masses: “Regulation is bad, government owning things is bad, worker rights are bad, non materialism is bad, stuff is good, debt is good, money printing is good, inflation is good, poor people are lazy criminals, pharmaceuticals are good, working 70hrs a week and no social life is good, global thinktanks dictating policy is good, greed is good“. The mass indoctrination of the world worked far better than expected – the naïve world masses took the indoctrination to heart and danced joyfully under the sword of Damocles. In the end the deplorables, the masses, the people, the earthlings grew nauseous, and the doctors orders were for them to cheerfully dig their own graves, jumped in and cover themselves with freshly dug dirt. Yes by 2051, the party was finally over, the well had been totally sucked dry. The Neoliberal, neo feudal Reaganist agenda was complete, the brains and the beast had spoken, the hammer had come down, and the World had become the elitist utopia long dreamt of – a genuine feudalist system again.
The World of 2015-2051 was for everyone other than the feudal overlords and their lackeys, a place of random murders, no police presence, no home ownership for non elites; mass legalized people trafficking; the complete disappearance of small businesses and local craftsman. By 2040 There was only a maximum of 1000 gigantic non competitive companies worldwide. Communication was now completely mitigated via technology and the internet, and no one would dare to talk to anyone who didn’t already have a similar internet/social media echo chamber as them. World Mainstream Media was controlled by a single nominated elite player – the 100 year old ‘Rudolf Kromwell’. The Media had long brainwashed the public with the ‘big lie’ trope of the brilliantly intelligent high aristocratic priests of commerce and government, and by tacit implication the belief of how you were not them and couldn’t possibly succeed outside your lane.
There was under Reagist Neoliberalism & the Beast, installed into the deplorables minds a major distrust and fear from anyone on a face to face level of communication. The only free sphere of commerce was that they had allowed a culture of high IQ quasi independent Podcasters to develop – the theory here was that this would mop up and distract the inevitable 7% of people who were naturally alpha and willing to die for a cause. These people would be allowed to communicate with the average deplorable joes, who would have any residual rebelliousness drawn off them and absorbed by the alpha persona but 100% Proof Reaganite compromised Podcast hosts.
By 2051 the disarray and cold heartedness of the people was so complete anyone who had become homeless or too poor was simply euthanized by the corporate owned private police. By 2051 inflation had long destroyed any interest in saving money. Huge swaths of population were fully reliant on the Corporate Welfare crumbs that were thrown to them. There was no marriage to speak of, as only the elite aristocrats and neo-feudalists had a financial and social reason to get married. With all mature non aristocratic men being subsistence level poor, no women were interested in marrying them, and marrying an elite was illegal and punished by indefinite detainment in Labour camps. 2051 was a world of unhealthy single people with irrational ideas, no dating culture with the occasional engaging of meaningless on the spot perfunctory sexual release via corporate funded ‘Street ‘n’ meet Sheds’. Of course with infertility so high, there was low risk of pregnancy’s, and where they happened there was on the spot abortions that no one saw as a problem anymore. For all but the anointed ones, earth was a law-of-the-jungle society, a technical dispirited loveless wasteland, a real life hell hole. By its full maturity in 2051, this Earth-ian, dystopian reality was a genuine new ‘Dark ages’. A place where poverty and fear were harvested by a few Kings against a powerless indoctrinated and unaware serfdom. Marcel was always sad to recall this dark History, but always happy he in 2103 was alone the gatekeeper of these genocidal memories of a long forgotten, in fact erased Earth. If he could remember the past, he could also change the future, and the future was finally now.
With the rise and both slow-yet-swift installment of Feudalism, The Pleiadean StarPeople patience of 25 centuries of clandestine surveillance would now pay off magnificently. The perfect time to strike had now appeared before their eyes. For they knew neo feudalism was tapped out completely. It had become internally destabilized and so pave the way for a worldwide on every level breakdown. The breakdown thus triggered two major and necessary preconditions of StarPeople invasion. Firstly would be the full breaching of the key intervention terms of the “Galactic Treaty of Care’. Secondly the beaten down populace would be ready to accept any new system other than the Neo Feudalist, Reaganist one they were ensconced and enslaved in. Thus this would be an opportunity to invade and impose a new galactic control system run astutely by their authoritarian overarching galactically intelligent AI computer they called Aurora. With this they would soon have yet another, ‘healthy wealthy and wise’ new Milky Way Planet in their Federation. The beauty of this, foolproof system, was that Earth’s 4.5 Billions of downtrodden serfs would happily welcome the Alien invasion. Any initial fearfulness or panic from the serfs would be a minor footnote in Galactic History. The holographic AI written headlines of Galactic Federation History would in time tell of an overjoyed, content and healthy Earth populace who warmly embraced a new otherworldly era of galactic Citizenship, that was The 2051 Reconfiguration of Planet Earth.
Marcel again started thinking back to those first 5 days after first contact…how he his head was spinning while he digested all the theories spewing out of from Leslie Frizlmann’s Podcast, which was by the way called “We Need More Hero’s Podcast”. Leslie, who was in reality a fat bloated goatee wearing pig, had always been happy to air listeners comments and viewpoints on the ‘let the listeners yelp’ segment, and now he was sorting out all their mixed up theories on air in real time as the alien invasion crisis was evolving. Leslie had always been so calm and had the gift of a booming bombastic manly but silky smooth voice, but now it had turned almost ‘squeaky’ under the volcanic pressure of it all. Leslie was of course, was no “man of the people”. By that stage independent media was decades gone. Like all the 2015-2051 Podcasters, Leslie Frizlmann had basked in the duly apportioned sunlight of the Feudalist overlord elites. Just like how old world prime CIA informants were eventually retired and rewarded with big estates in leafy suburbs, nice cars, beautiful ex soviet bloc wives and all the vices they required with no consequences. Those last generation Podcasters were a lucky few had loophole freedom. Only those ‘one in a million’ who happened to be naturals at being great movers of men’s minds and therefore of strategic use to the feudal elite were allowed to freely move to Podcaster fame. While the feudal era up to the shift of 2051 was quite messy, it usually put the right bastard in the right bastard hole, that you could be assured of, so long as you could be corrupted to further Reaganite Feudalism’s evil needs of oppressing the global populace. The 2015-2051 pre reconfig era “Rebel Podcasters” had all been slowly turned into “company men” of the elite who were only too happy to speak through one side of their mouths to the listeners, as they simultaneously used the other side to denounce the elite to the fanfare of their false idolizing and desperate lower class listeners. The Podcasters had kidded every vulnerable dope that they were true prophets of a future rebellion. Little did they know that by 2051 they had only 5 final days of glory left after President Kincaid and his lackeys were vaporized and the Revolution would be done to them by the Starpeople. Little did they know that they’d also have to wait another 72 years for Marcel Atkins to attempt to save them.
Marcel continued to ponder the past as he daydreamed away in front of the Viceroy brain-chip schematics he was studying. The interesting thing about those first 5 days after the “vaporization event’ , that awesomely frightening day when the full G7, World Military and president Kincaid were zapped in front of a global audience of 4.5 Billion, was the psychological stages the worlds masses all went through. It started with denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance and then finally exhilaration. Exhilaration of the thought of a better, fairer, safer and more equitable world. Collectively everyone was euphoric that maybe, just maybe the last 70 plus years of Reaganite feudalism was over. Many many tears did flow freely from those poor naïve souls eyes. Marcel allowed a proto sweat and a proto tear to form, he knew exactly how to surgically manage his emotions, so as not to affect his hacked brain chip, so as to not give the game away. Marcel thought this premature celebration from the masses he saw back in ’51 was also reminiscent of a time before his in a book he had read as a teenager. The book called “Hope, Change and status Quo” which was about the smooth but ultimately ineffectual first African American President named Batrack Lowbloomer .
In those key moments of history, the Earths public always had a bad record on picking good leaders from bad ones, or to put it more succinctly, bad ones from really bad ones. There was a distinct negative correlation observed whereby Presidents who were somewhat good were hated by the public, and really bad ones were loved. But then with all the emotion based Media brainwashing going on this was exactly the plan. The People were in a constant state of cognitive dissonance back then, so Marcel had long realized.
On the sixth day, Marcel had recalled that finally the numerous identical Space craft appeared every 60 km’s in grid formation the sky, all were about 500 meters above the ground, and of pyramidal shape, pulsing with a green all encompassing light. The invasion craft were also slowly rotating in such a free way it was clear that anti gravity, ‘Einstein Gravity Wave’ utilizing technology had been mastered by the StarPeople Aliens. And then begun their first message.
“People Of Earth, Thankyou for your patience over the last 5 long days. We will now get straight to the point. We are here because your former leaders had enslaved you for decades, destroying your social, economic and your entire Planet’s ecological wellbeing. As you may already know, President Kincaid, his Military Alliances and the Puppet G7 had refused to agree to the two options of complete or co-governance with the Galactic Federation. Thus resulted in the triggering the Galactic Federation Treaty Of Care protocols. From that point onwards, we the StarPeople as representatives and local enforcer of the Galactic treaty Of Care, had but no choice to vaporize those traitors of the earth system on the spot. Thus you are now completely free of slavery, and a new Governance from the nearest Federation members from the Pleiades, the StarPeople, is underway. The StarPeople are your liberators. The StarPeople are your enablers. The StarPeople are your friends. You have nothing to fear, other than the fear of us itself. We are your Galactic elders and we are here to help. thankyou for your attention and patience. There will be further messages to come.”
Marcel could hear a deafeningly loud roaring sound, as if a million lions were growling at once mixed with an eruption coupled with a pre-virus era Superbowl crowd. It was the sound of 4.5 Billion humans screaming with ancient tribality….and Marcel Atkins could not detect an ounce of fear in the blanketed vocal rumblings.
There was only the sound of hope ringing around the atmosphere.
…………end of pt 6………pt 7 is coming very soon… in the near future…..
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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 a short story of mine. It is somewhat inspired by my very wise cat. I wrote this after much thought about the inter-related world of civilians, societal leaders, geopolitics, pandemics and international trade. But at it’s core, all these things are instances of social interaction. Social interaction is largely is about the contested world of forming narratives, and he who tells the best stories wins. He who wins long term, creates cultural norms which are by nature tough to budge. What is ‘Culture’ other than embedded stories we all tell ourselves each other, over and over, without much or indeed any thought.I now fully recognize the art of “telling stories” determines what gets done and by who, who leads and who follows. In other words the ancient tradition of storytelling lives on in its beauty and pre-eminence more than it ever did, and also if we are not careful bad culture comes as a growing weed along the fence, avenue, town, city, nation and finally the World.
Proof of this constant need for narrative and storytelling has been seen during the heavy lockdown period in 2020-21 coupled with a period of not-seen-since-the-1930-s media and tech giant censorship. A totally new environment of “the pandemic” required demand for a new both local and world narrative. So I wasn’t so surprised when opening a web browser and seeing Orwell’s 1984 and Huxley’s Brave New World were at the top of Amazons fiction list of best sellers. In this state of flux, people are scrambling for good storytellers to tell them what’s happening and how to act. In many an eye of the public today, the dystopian future outlined in these books 1984 and BNW is now happening. Wefeel a distinct flavor of Authoritarianism, and these famous ‘storytelling’ books 1984 and BNW of course are also a message to the future, the future we are now in 72 and 83 years after they were written. It is notso surprising a fact these books ring true, given Orwell and Huxley were gaining much knowledge of the Authoritarian times they lived in, coupled with the History Rhymes thesis.
Sothe best story wins, and in the Western World at least, Huxley and Orwell have the best story about the nature and future of Authoritarian and totalitarian regimes, that why they were and are still again bestsellers. In 2021 we live in a world which seems to approximate these two books. In the future, if history is not fully erased, we will be known as the people who fought off Totalitarian disaster and World War, only to decades later throw away all for a few inflation reducing bucks and a few obselete-ing foreign made widgets. I haven’t mentioned ‘Animal farm’ which is probably very silly as my short story and the themes are more obviously similar to that Orwell novella. I will thank these three books and these two men, for the unknown guiding hand that helps move the pen when I talk of dystopian and authoritarian subjects.
I will speak no more, as you more than get my drift. I don’t claim to be anywhere as good as these two writers, I am a beginner or at best a sophomore writer who is probably emerged in too much silliness. However Orwell and Huxley are a great inspiration for me personally to attempt meaningful fiction, which I hope to achieve on some level in the future.
I’m sure when all is said and done, the animals will have a better plan for us all.
P.s. I cant help but think of the BNW theme where society programs people to die exactly at age 60, the logical point where the societal dependency and reducing economic value began to become ‘a problem’ (& by the way, is coffee the new soma)?
Please enjoy the story!
““The Proud Cats At The P*U*C*C Finally Put Their Paws Down”” – A Short Story by Martin Anton Smith 2021.
My Cat, being Conservative by nature, always wears an old world formal dining coat.
It’s Coal black with highlights of the finest Aegean sea tortoiseshell.
It fits perfectly as one piece, with the only gaps being the most physically necessary ones.
He does not, of course have a dull cat name like Tom, Mittens or Timmy.
He has a wide range of titles bestowed upon him by the finest chaps and chap-ess’s.
They are: Squeaky, Sir Squeaky, King Squeaky, His Nibs, Squeak Chop, Sir Squeeksalot.
These Titles, he advises me, are from his esteemed fellows from the strictly exclusive ‘ Pragmatic Utilitarianism Cats Club’.
Often out of Nowhere, he will say “I’m off the P.U.C.C., don’t wait up”
“Me and the ‘Cool Cat’s’ will Talk Geopolitics all night”.
To which I mentally squash the obvious childish retort of “But I thought Cat’s were lone wolves”?.
A cat of Sir Squeeky’s class, would always despise such time wasteful comedy, especially while on the way out the door.
As King Squeaky always looks resplendent, and is as organized and on-time as a German train, he is not one to mess around getting ready.
I hear the door slam shut, followed by a muffled goodbye of “toodoloo!”, followed by the slowly reducing sound of paw steps on the crunchy driveway gravel.
After somewhat feeling jealous of Sir Squeek’s upper crust social life, I retreat to my bedside reading: The books title is “China Now Owns The World, SO NOW GET USED TO IT”.
The hours pass, and I wonder how His Nibs the cat-about-town, is getting on. Then exhausted from the days running around, my eyes droop and I fall into a deep sleep.
The next afternoon Sir Squeeky opens the door and meanders in to the living room almost as slow as a turtle dawdling along on a beach.
He’s before me in the living room, eyes half closed as he has been up all night yakking at the exclusive Pragmatic Utilitarianism Cats Club – or “The P.U.C.C. or more simply spoken as “The Puk”.
“taking my opportunity for a sneaky quip I cheerily utter ” Look what the Cat dragged in; how was the Club”?
Squeaky ignores the ill mannered quip and replies perfunctorily.
“Well, we talked and decided the China problem is ok for us Cats, but extinction-ally bad for Humans, so I’m concordantly content”
“But what about shipping delays” I say, “their will be undoubted delays in your finest branded Cat Biscuits – RegalCataBix”
To which “His Nibbs” replies – “It’s sorted we’ve organized an alternate secondary shipping backup via the ex Cape Horn Spice trail and the boats are all manned and manufactured by craftsman felines”.
Again I squash the obvious quip “I thought cats hate water” and I ask “what about delays regarding sardine smelt production from Canada”, I rebut.
To which Squeak Chop dismissively replies:
“I and the P.U.C.C can get it fresh fish from the mountain stream at the next village, you dunderhead! canned sardines pffft as if, OUTRAGEOUS!”
Sir Squeaksalot starts grooming his paws nonchalantly, exuding his usual unflappability under fire.
Continuing my line of questioning I say “And so you talked about the Pandemic? So what if you Cat’s all get sick?
Squeeky looks at me with the same disdain the Queen might if a politician had upon greeting had hugged her instead of bowing politely.
“That ridiculous, we can’t get sick from something we developed ourselves in our virology labs along with the antidote”
Quite stupefied, I ask him “Are you saying you elite cats down at the P.U.C.C developed this virus in the lab, in order to do away with all Earths people”
“Sir Squeaky pawed his whiskers, that’s exactly what I’m saying, and I’m dreadfully sorry on a personal level, as you’ve been a good foot soldier for me around this joint, but we at P.U.C.C are a pragmatic and utilitarian bunch – we couldn’t take any more silliness, you were all feeding us a far too limited diet, and making the air far too dirty to breath, so much so half of us now have asthma. On top of that our coats were becoming grimey and that simply wont do. We had to put our paws down.”
To which I protested: “But you get the best quality biscuits, I feed you beef bits from the butchery, full cream milk and even some shaved deli ham on occasion”
“Yes, of course – you have been good my dear boy – it’s the rest of humanity we made this call for – you will unfortunately be what’s called ‘collateral damage”
“Collateral damage” how could you be so cold Sir Squeeksalot? After all these years”
“3 to be Exact”, he firmly retorts. “Well as I said, dear boy, it was a tough decision, not taken lightly and we spent all night on it, and it could have gone either way at any moment.”
I was about to further protest when a firm “Knock Knock Knock” cut out our conversation.
“Special delivery for Sir Squueksalot – paw print required”
I opened the door, and Squeeky jumps up on top the box the delivery man is holding. He proudly thrusts his somewhat oversize paw to the mans digital scanner, he scans it with a “boop-bip” sound, says a robotic “thankyou”, and leaves in a flash.
Then in a blur Squeeky cuts through the carton with a deft flick of an un-retracted claw, the top box flaps open to expose a small ray gun which seems to have a handle which has been molded especially for a cats paw.
Before I know it, I see Sir Squeeky point the ray gun at my head and he says “This is harder on me than it is for you sonny”.
I am swiftly encapsulated in an otherworldly green glow of visible plasma particles. It’s like I’m looking out into distant space from the surface of Alpha Centuri.
Time seems to slow to a halt for what seems like an eternity, then in the blink of am eye, all’s normal again.
For some reason I have a monstrous craving desire for ‘RegalCatabix’, some fresh Canadian smelt all washed down with a saucer full to the brim of full cream milk ‘.
I squash the acute hunger as I see Sir Squeaksalot peering at me with that common cat look of squinted half closed eyes – though this time our eyes are equal level with each other.
As the reality begins to set in, my rising anger erupts ….I open my mouth to aggressively chastise Sir Squeeksalot and ask him to reverse whatever in hells name he’s done to me with that green plasma ray gun.
I open my mouth to let out the words, but to my surprise instead of my human voice all I hear is elongated unhappy screechy sounds:
I am about to look around and find where the feral cat is hiding – perhaps behind the couch? Then it dawns on me.
Sir Squeaky has turned me into a cat, so as to save me from the Cat-in-the-Lab designed ‘Killer Human Virus’. The Virus that would abruptly solve all of the Earth’s man made problems.
I look sheepishly at Squeeky, he looks back in a grandfatherly-wise way and says hypnotically and with gravitas:
“It’ll take you a while to get used to your voice box and speak Cat English again, but me and the Cat’s at of the P.U.C.C will teach you everything we know”. As a tear appears in my eye he swipes my face with claws fully retracted, as says ye-olden-days speak: NOW KEEP A STIFF UPPER WHISKER AND FOR SPHINX’S SAKE CARRY ON – YOU’RE A CAT NOW”
I pawed the tears streaming from my now wide yellow cat’s eye’s. Soon my spirits began to lift as I realized how lucky I was to have Sir Squeaky save me from a certain viral death.
I no longer had to worry about the deadly ‘Man Virus’ and I could live in a paradise in a world ran by Cats running of the philosophe of “Pragmatic Utilitarianism”.
I was now an ‘insider’ cat, controlled by the strongest paws and the best minds of the P.U.CC. Soon no doubt I’d be inaugurated as a fully fledged member of P.U.C.C., and no doubt would be asked by His Nibs to jointly head the committee which will manage world affairs in lieu of those dumb humans. I mean what could possibly go wrong?
Sir Squeaky then wheeled out a platform with at least 30 large red books.
“Now we have to get you schooled up of the ideology principles and methods of the P.U.C.C. system- start with Vol 1.”
Sir Squeeks pawed off one of the books from the platform, and it landed with a thud in front of my nose. I looked at the front cover. It read as the following
“P.U.C.C. MANEFESTO Vol 1 – A NEW WORLD DIGITAL CURRENCY – THE PURRCOIN”.
Then uncontrollably, my furry stomach started revolving, like the rolling waves on the open seas. Then I started rocking to and fro, violently like a sailboat in a storm in the roaring 40’s. Then I broke out into a drenching sweat, I could see my fur clumping together through my now salty sweat addled eyes. As ill as I felt, I could hear King Squeaky mumble over and over: “Oh no, not again, this theoretically shouldn’t even be possible…dear oh dear…somethings wrong with the plasma re-orienter settings, those bloody P.U.C.C. techs are useless…useless…USELESS!”
I thought it was over when a paw toe suddenly turned into my old human pinky finger, then it popped back to a paw toe, then a finger, then back again. Then horribly the same thing happened to my head. The whole upsetting experience lasted no longer than five minutes, then I was once again fine and fully formed. I was a healthy normal cat.
His Nibs sat me down and gave me a warm saucer of full cream milk, to settle my nerves after this harrowing trial. I said nothing and listened to his soothing words.
“Don’t worry, these teething issues occur initially, the ray gun plasma blast is 100% healthy. Your mild symptoms are merely a small technical hurdle the nerd cats at P.U.C.C. haven’t ironed out yet. This wont effect anything. For the moment just follow this process that has been rubber stamped by the highest P.U.C.C. committee, which you will be happy to know I also reside on as Chairman.
“One – avoid large gatherings or anywhere where you cannot reach a bathroom stall within 3-5 minutes. In other words no sports games or concerts, automobile trips etc.
Two – the signal to hide yourself away in a bathroom stall will occur when your tummy starts revolving, you of course must get to the bathroom stall before your head starts to flip between your normal cat’s head and your old human head. You must understand If anyone who is not a part of P.U.C.C sees a cat with a human head, the P.U.C.C. will be shut down. We cannot under any circumstances let that happen.
Three – when safely hidden from prying eyes inside the stall, you will wait the remaining minute or two till its all over, perhaps 5 to be safe, then you can rejoin the prior activity with no one the wiser”.
I was finally feeling a bit less worried when he kindly added “If you follow this process there wont be any problems, and of course you can still potentially be a member of the P.U.C.C. and I’ll make sure I’ll keep a guiding eye on you until our best P.U.C.C. Ape-to-Cat Reconfiguration Technicians resolve the problem”.
With Sir Squeaky’s increasingly calming words, I knew I was in good hands. I didn’t protest, I smiled obediently and wiggled my whiskers joyfully. Now was the time to begin psychologically preparing myself for a whole new post-human existence. After all, What else was I to do? Go back to being a human being who would be wiped out by cat instigated virus? Never! I wouldn’t dare squander the gift of life Sir Squeaky had manifestly bestowed upon me.
I reached my paw out for the well bound, red leather cover of the P.U.C.C. Manifesto. After all I had so much study to do. Sir Squeaky casually ambled over to sit on his favourite grey furry blanket, that overhung the base of the couch. He turned around twice the settled and went to sleep almost instantly. His purrs rung out loudly as I turned over the first gilded page.
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 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…..
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 Poetry Inc. Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith a NZ based creative. In this episode, I read part four of my Dystopian Sci Fi Novella, “Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Centuries’ Brain Chip Hacker” Lets begin!
It was June 13th 2051 13:38 hrs. GMT. All over the Earth and all over the Internet there was a sudden interruption to all viewing, holographic or otherwise. The image showed President Hamilton Donald Kincaid approach a rostrum, with the Worlds major leaders behind him on the stage. All their devilish, harsh and wrinkled faces were well known by all, they had been so ubiquitous for so long – they were the faces of the unfriendly ever present institution that led the earth into a litany of crisis over so many decades. The stage was strangely poorly prepared – no flags, no glamour, a total absence of regalia, with just a bare stage and a rostrum. President Hamilton was visibly nervous, which was strange, as he was described as the “man of Ice” since inauguration in ’44 along with his VP Scotland Lewis Adams – who on the stage over Hamilton’s shoulder. The VP looked strangely calm, as if he had been the “ice man” himself and had already known what was going to be said for years prior. Marcel Atkins Sotheby, was in 2051 age 15. He was annoyed that his virtual online chess had been interrupted, but he listened to the broadcast anyway. He was mature well beyond his years as if he was already a responsible leader. Its as if he was already a career and family man of age 37. Of course, though of responsible orientation he was still a quirky science lover. The President began, slightly wobbly on his feet and with sweat dripping down his nose and onto the rostrum, every 10 seconds or so almost like a time keeping device.
“My My My Fe-Fell-Fellow Citizens of the W-World I I I speak today not as an an American but but as a representative of the human race this is because something amazing has happened over the last f-few days that has suddenly made myself and a s-select few representatives of the 7 continents realize that our past tribal affiliations are no longer relevant. They have been stripped of all their false bravado and powers to separate when there was never any need to separate, other than for a few thousand selfish individuals to manipulate the billions, and what for? A luxurious lifestyle, Bourne out of deception. Stolen lifestyles from the energy of the unpowerful and downtrodden. These truths have always been self evident to the wise, but yes, we have intentionally stopped you from becoming wise. And I like many of the false elite have been a part of the system of unfair subjugation, which has accelerated over the last 40 years. We so called political and financial leaders have simply stolen the peoples energy. You may ask why I am being so honest in this broadcast? The Truth is I would never have told this to you, the world citizens of this world. But alas I had no option – which has become the case as I will now outline.
The reason for my rare candour is this: The age old question of “are we alone in the Universe, has been finally, indisputably been answered.
The major representatives of the G7 Earth Regions, and its associated 24 Armed forces Leaders have been contacted by otherworldly beings, These otherworldly beings are representatives of the wider body of advance beings of the universe. These Otherworldly beings hail from the Pleiades and are the designated surveillance officers who will oversee Governorship of Earth, as per the “Galactic Treaty of care”. I must tell all Earth Peoples now, They have not come to Earth as a pleasure cruise, or to land on the Whitehouse lawn. The beings I speak of are here for serious business and you Peoples of Earth have no option but to follow their commands. The G7 and 24 Military representatives were issued an ultimatum This is an ultimatum that has been ratified by what the beings advise us is called “the galactic treaty of care”. The treaty states the following :
Preamble: We come to this Planet as representatives of the Galactic Federation of Advanced Beings, as Creators and Governors and Enforcers of the “Galactic Treaty of Care”- The supreme document of prosperity in the Cosmos. We hereby advise that Earth has been under surveillance since the Year 1945, the year of the first Nuclear Detonation. This event triggered clause 1 of the Galactic Treaty of Care. Thus Earth met the Treaty criteria for ‘First Instance Surveillance’. From that point onwards, we have catalogued the behavior and performance of the Earth’s representational leaders in relation to the 12 points of the Galactic charter.
The 12 Terms of The Galactic Federation Treaty of Care:
Any Planet Engaging in Nuclear Detonation with the result of Military Political or Economic Subjugation will come under First Surveillance protocols
Any Planet Engaging in Quantum Computing with the result of of Military Political or Economic Subjugation will come under First Surveillance protocols
Any Planet Engaging in Central Currency Exchange manipulation with the result of Military Political or Economic subjugation will come under First Surveillance protocols
Any Planet Engaging in Genetic or Viral Engineering of Life beings or Viruses with the result ofof Military Political or Economic subjugation will come under First Surveillance protocols
Any Planet Engaging in climate or weather modification with the result of Military Political or Economic subjugation will come under First Surveillance protocols
Engagement in 1-3 of the four items will result in surveillance, without necessary galactic direct contact or intervention.
Engagement in 4 or 5 items will result in a) Direct Contact with the Guilty Leadership Parties of the Surveilled Planet b) issuance of notice of immediate transfer of Governance of all matters formally managed by the former Planets Leadership to those representatives of the Galactic treaty c) The advice of two options i). For Earth Leadership to Agree to Governorship ii). For Earth leadership to Disagree d)If option ii) is chosen, Leadership will be forcibly removed and vaporized/incinerated and the Galactic Treaty representatives will appear and communicate directly over 100% Earths Surface, so as to reach all inhabitants. From here the Governorship will begin, and behavior commands will be conveyed. e) if option i) is chosen, The Galactic Treaty representatives will allow the Earths contacted Leadership to announce the Governorship and behavioral commands issued.
If option ( i) to fully comply with the Galactic Treaty was chosen by your leaders, A period of successful change resulting in Planet Reconfiguration will occur. This occurs via the influence of Galactic Treaty Representatives in partnership with your original leadership group. Once a stabile Earth system is fully established, Governorship will then be fully returned to the original leadership group of Earth Political Economic and Military representatives. If option (ii) to not fully agree, is chosen by the designated Earth Leaders , then incineration/vaporization of said Earth leaders will occur. Then Governorship will be transferred to a new system, with new ‘Earth Viceroys’ as leaders and agents of the Pleiadean StarPeoples’ responsibility to uphold the Galactic Federation Treaty of Care. This new system will ensure complete and full agreeance with the “Galactic Treaty of Care”, it’s Terms and it’s Principles of Prosperous Planetary Leadership and Management”. As this Galactic system of care is 100% perfect in all its facets, there is no need for any questioning via courts or tribunals, and these antiquated irrational entities will forever cease to exist. Under this system failure to comply with the Care treaty behavioral terms once will result in either 1) indefinite Temporary deactivation or 2) Permanent Deactivation.
In all cases Depending on your leaders initial choice i or ii, many but not necessarily all of earths inhabitants will be centrally controlled via surveilled brain interface technology and centralized AI technology, which has been programmed in accordance with the Treaty of Care Terms and Principles.
In all cases, all the target Planets beings’ mental and physical health is a key directive of the Treaty of Care terms and Principles, and all non deactivated beings are guaranteed this result.
In all cases, Fear & the fear of fear, will be eradicated as per the Treaty of Care’s Prime Behavioral Goal. Eradication of Earths Human emotion will occur via stages as outlined in the the Treaty of Care.
In all cases, Human Society will be delineated by three ascending classes of complexity, responsibility and access to privileges. These classes are to be known as: Aruk, Qoz and Zilo. The Treaty of Care will treat the classes equitably, but not equally.
It is with a heavy heart that I Hamilton Donald Kincaid , and the remaining G7 leaders and the 24 Military leaders could not agree to Governorship by the Otherworldly beings – the Pleiadean StarPeople. So Thus we have agreed to be incinerated by the beings, and this means they will engage directly with the citizens of Earth and appoint new Earth leadership and a new Politico-Economic -Military and thus Social system. I and the Political leaders of the G7 and World Military Leaders bid you farewell, and our last charge was that while Earth had faltered on Many levels, we were a power for good and we believe we were rectifying the Earths Problems. We disagree with their assessment, we think we are right, and we would have saved the Planet from our woes, we just needed more time and resources, in 70 years we have it much better than before on so many factors. The climate catastrophe warming, Coronavirus pandemics, Quantum Computer AI hacks, Electrical grid downtime, Nuclear exchanges, Species death are all modelled to be reduce to 2021 levels in 30 years time. Of course if we as Earths citizens would just be better at thinking like those of us in the global thinktanks. If only we had hit our personal targets better. We were improving things, but of course the prior opposition party governments incompetence has made it very hard for us to improve anything, we have been so hamstrung to be quite frank. Nevertheless, In 60 seconds time I Hamilton Donald Kincaid and my fine G7 colleagues and Military leaders, will be incinerated on the spot by the Pleiadean StarPeople. Before the smoke dissipates, I only ask of you, as you witness this on your holographic screens all over the Planet, that you believe we were in this game for you, and not ourselves. I am not lying when I say things have never been so good. I thank you and wish you the best in these strange futures you all face. …”
Half way through Kincaid’s saying the word “goodbye’ and the other leaders waving tearily, an electrified blue pulse wall of light overtook their faces and bodies, they were vaporized in 3 seconds and then a cloud of smoke slowly drifted off the podium. Giant and silent craft instantly appeared over the earth, flying approximately 1000m overhead, and spaced every 70 kilometers apart. it was a web that all people could see, wherever they were on the Planet, rich or poor living on Antarctica or the Andes. The First StarPeople message boomed over and was repeated in Every Language of the Earth . “People Of Earth, The Starman Reconfiguration has begun. Your Former Leaders are gone, and you can now be set free of their tyranny. The Treaty can now be undiluted by the former and now incinerated President Hamilton Donald Kincaid and the G7. Under The Galactic Treaty Earth will return to be a Planet that is Healthy and Prosperous for all Human Beings. Man, Woman and Child and for all living entities and the naturally designed Earth geological, atmospheric, oceanic and metrological systems. Your fear will disappear completely. We have reconfigured many trillions of primitive civilizations on many trillions of planets of many billions of years. Over the next 77 days we will outline 77 messages which you will follow so as to engage in the reconfiguration as per the intentions of Galactic Treaty of Care, as specified by us – The Pleiadean StarPeople – now charged with the responsibility to bring Earth back to full Health and Prosperity. Please go about your normal business for now, we have not interfered with your modes of production and trade, or your system of housing. The first of 77 messages will begin tomorrow, and it will describe the prime flaw Earth has – Emotion. Then instruction will follow on how you can begin to make a new reality. In time You will truly enjoy being unemotional, highly efficient and optimally comfortable .”
Marcel couldn’t think straight, he almost thought this was a big joke. He convinced himself he’d just see what happens tomorrow, and wait for the inevitable punchline. Reality TV would do anything to survive he said before going back online to resume his online Chess match. “Rook to Knight 3” he said, happy he was now 3 pieces ahead of his opponent. But while he was playing the game his mind was turning over and over with the following question…..Did they really just vaporize Hamilton and his cronies? by the end of the game, which he won of course he had told himself that No of course they didn’t vaporize the clueless President Hamilton and his merry band of sycophantic narcissists , its all just the last death knell of reality TV. he said to himself “surely those craft were just really good holographic projections”. Marcel couldn’t help but gulp a little, he was mature but not entirely fearless yet. “I’ll see what happens tomorrow, after a good nights sleep” he consoled himself, knowing all to well that he wouldn’t sleep a wink at all.
…………end of pt 4………pt 5 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 Poetry Inc. Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith a NZ based creative. In this episode, I read part three of my Dystopian Sci Fi Novella, “Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Centuries’ Brain Chip Hacker” Lets begin!
The Starpeople lived amongst three consecutive planets of the Pleiadean star system. The Starpeople were, in the terminology of Earths Sci Fi movies, a “type 3 civilization”. Like all “type 3 civilizations They gained their energy from outside their planet and “imported it” completely cleanly via high technology, and on top of this they had advanced control over the fabric of spacetime.
The StarPeople energy system was that of the sequestering of energy from their Sun via an array of massive solar “collector” or “solar sail -collector”, that was the same size of the cross section of its largest of the 3 home planets, which was 1.5 times that of earths. This solar energy collector was then placed in orbit around their local Star. The trick was to have the sail tidally locked to the sun, and so that the other half of the sail acted as a heat dissipater, a tail, that reached further out into cooler space. This allowed the hottest part of the collector to be within 10 km of the host star but never exceed the melting point of its constituent parts. With this system in place, the satellite array was constantly 33.3 degrees below the thermal maximum of 2966 degrees centigrade. 2966 degrees was the melting point of the tungsten Rhenium and Tantalum alloy the collector was made of. After the collector was in solar orbit, Each node of the array would relay the sun’s energy via a concentrated beam back to the StarPeople Pleiadean solar system.
Concentrating the beam was important, as if was diffuse then they would increase the temperature of their local planets and create undue and catastrophic warming. To intercept and process the beam at the collection point, a large artificial satellite hovered above the StarPeople tri-Planet population base, and the beam was congealed via slowing the concentrated beam down (to a “Bose Einstein” condensate), and capturing the concentrated beam via magnetic bottles. These magnetic bottles, which housed cooled concentrated sunlight were then quantized into capsules, which became were the ‘batteries’ that ran the various technology. For example, they ran the warp drive in StarPeople Spacecraft. Of course, These batteries lasted for a designed “150 years a capsule”, so once they were installed into a physical craft, the energy source would effectively never run out for the designed lifecycle of the craft or technology.
For motion devices like intergalactic spacecraft, the energy delivery and control systems funneled the concentrated cooled sunlight into a spacetime warping whirlpool around the object. The whirlpool allowed a smaller rotating wormhole to open up, and then from there, an imbalance in the wormholes shape was created by the crafts control system. The imbalance created by the spaceships “Pilot” created a consistent traveling and revolving ripple texture in the sides of the wormhole . Then from here it was simple, like an earth surfer rides a wave in Hawaii, the Pleides spacecraft simply rode this ripple or wave in the wormhole through the wormhole to the desired location, whereby the pilot disengaged the wormhole ripple imbalance system totalizer (WRIST), and then the craft could be landed and disembarked from. This system, of course was also able to be cloaked from view, for example when they wanted to interfere with immature unpredictable civilization’s, like those of Planet Earth.
The Stapeople became aware of Earth when the first atomic bomb was tested in the Los Alamos desert in 1945. The ripple in spacetime travelled instantaneously to the Pleides. The signal was detected this way because of the fact that in the Universe, all stars are quantumly entangled, and a nuclear explosion’s is simply the creation of a short lived star. The Pleiadeans noticed this signal while running routine surveillance of the ‘solar collector sails’ around their local star. It had the distinct signature of a primitive cultures first atomic bomb. As per part of the StarPeople “type 3 status”, they were required by the ‘Galactic Treaty Of Care’ to investigate when a new nuclear civilization popped up in their galactic locality. From this point until 2051, the StarPeople clandestinely surveilled the people of Earth. During this time, they noticed Earth people were sick with a typical illness of the galactic uncivilized – high levels of emotion mixed with small pockets of advanced technology, for example nuclear power and bombs, computers etc.
The emotion and the small pockets of high technology of the uncivilized parts of the galaxy were a recipe for disaster, and prior to the Type 3 Treaty, it was noticed that basically all of these types destroyed themselves within 300 years of the first successful nuke, within 900 years of discovering quantum computers, or 500 years of discovering Genetic modification. So to be good galactic citizens, and avoid harsh punishments the StarPeople simply had the obligation under the Treaty to surveil Earth, with a mind towards direct intervention.
…………end of pt 3………pt 4 is coming very soon… in the near future…..
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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…..
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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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