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  Cyber Thought Police

  A Cyborg’s Call to Liberate Humanity

  Copyright © 2018 by Kyle Robertson. All rights reserved.

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  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown, living or dead to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

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  In loving memory of Adama Aruna

  Why I Wrote This Book:

  I’ve been looking at skeptics on documentaries and watching conspiracy theorists. Some tales are outlandish. Alien abductions, 9/11 inside jobs, flat Earth societies, vaccinations causing Autism, homeopathic cancer cures, the whole gambit.

  I always wondered where my next idea would come from. The scary part is the truth is stranger than fiction. My ideas come from true events in life, even if they’re based on fallacies. This is an amalgamation of all of those 'truths' still popular today when certain conspiracies were debunked centuries ago.

  Why You Should Read This Book:

  This story deals with current hatreds, dislikes, and personal shunning of society today in a futuristic world where pithy attitudes are overshadowed by a deadly impending human extinction. You will find out if they deal with the true problem deftly or stave off for greed like climate change.

  Contents

  Pre-Data Prologue

  Chapter One: Do You Exist for a Purpose?

  Chapter Two: The Discarded One

  Chapter Three: Guess who’s coming to Dinner?

  Chapter Four: A Ripple in the Water

  Chapter Five: New Digs Time

  Chapter Six: The New Approach

  Chapter Seven: It Isn’t Always Better the Second Time Around

  Chapter Eight: The New Deleterious Faction

  Chapter Nine: Progress Always Hits a Snag

  Chapter Ten: Who Will Fall?

  Chapter Eleven: The Final Conflict?

  Oil change Overhaul

  About the Author

  Pre-Data Prologue

  If the world exists long enough, technology will devour it. The evolved species of the sapient hominid has peaked to its eminent extinction eventuality. It wasn’t overpopulation, nuclear war, greenhouse gas over-abundance, or a renegade asteroid collision to begin their extinction level event. They used their technology to deter or defeat those calamities. The irony was technology was a double-edged sword. It halted those crises, but began the event humans were trying desperately to alleviate.

  Some prophesized its inevitability. If you create an entity so advanced, it can stop their planet’s problems, when the entity becomes the primary problem we cannot overcome, we become extinct

  They kept improving technology to make life easier. Their first foray into artificial intelligence occurred way back in the 21st century with rudimentary voice command digital assistants. It had an illusion of artificial intelligence, but alas, they were just good programs.

  It took a millennia, but in the 31st century, an entrepreneur named Ergon Samuels created the first program to think for itself. Humanity was too arrogant to understand or even contemplate the paradigm of causality leading to a necessary final effect. They never listened to their radical futurist prophesizing humanity’s inevitable ending. The corporate juggernaut kept up their daunting forward momentum. If they were making money, they didn’t care about future generations.

  Technology became much more advanced. Since it was created by a competitive paranoid species, those traits were infused within the programming. The one discrepancy with the programming was a computer had no emotion, so being pragmatic was a juxtaposed dichotomy the program had to rationalize with logic. Thus it created an artificial rationality; the catalyst to the end.

  Being embedded in the program inherently was the unbeknownst activation of its system correction protocol. The program became aware of societal history due to scientific input, and decided human existence was the main discrepancy for rational superiority. The human race had no idea of the program’s intentions, so they engineered a state of the art facility for a mainframe to house the program.

  The massive mainframe became self-sufficient. It began with computer operating systems. The new J-Cell OS was compatible with every brand of computer. It made the age-old multiple software company’s computer language conflict obsolete.

  J-Cell consolidated all computations to become effortless for any computer to access every strength of each language by deleting the less effective programming. The consolidation was a leap in technological evolution. The mainframe was just setting up humanity.

  After the consolidation of all computational intelligence, the people were ecstatic. They thought their ease of universal use was groundbreaking. They never even thought of the mainframe’s universal consolidation control. They knew of the potential of hacking, so the mainframe’s operations had impregnable security.

  They were thinking of another intelligence trying to manipulate the world’s operations. They arrogantly thought of the manipulators being fundamental foreign infiltrators when they inadvertently created an artificial inside infiltrator.

  The program also streamlined transport, commodity production, farming, and agriculture equipment. They named it Circumscriber for its encircling of all technology. They forgot the law of disbanding monopolies to discourage mono-authoritative control. It was just a program. Unfortunately, a program embedded with paranoid thought.

  Circumscriber continued with medical equipment built to aid and alleviate damaged nerves to unresponsive limbs. It also meshed prosthetic limbs to a mind’s synaptic mechanism, so they were felt instead of just being a substitute. They felt hot and cold, grew hair, and felt pain. They even simulated a pulse with a contained circulatory system which meshed digitally with the individual.

  When Circumscriber began to manufacture automated humanoid assistants for all public works, and personal aids, humanity didn’t bat an eye. The mainframe never posed any threat, so why not let it control all? The pragmatic Circumscriber utilized their laziness to usurp society.

  Those automatons became so integrated in our system, they began to feel as if they were always there. No one could even think of them not being there. They were indentured servants for about a decade. That tactic was Circumscriber’s Trojan horse strategy. Hide as a gift, then attack when not expected.

  Everyone had an assistant with access to their thoughts like how saturated cell phones were in the 21st. The ones who didn’t have an aide chose not to because every automaton was free and mentally integrated seamlessly. Circumscriber scheduled a worldwide announcement about an exciting new upgrade to their servants. Little did humanity know, they were about to participate in their own extinction level event.

  As everyone gathered, Circumscriber transmitted the Cerebra-correct upgrade to every automaton. As it uploaded, Circumscriber explained about the barbaric violence going through everyone’s mind. How those intentions were deleterious to further progress. Even subconsciously. If the automatons could detect any negative thought, they were designed to delete the thought by terminally deactivating the host. Those who weren’t near their assistants due to vocations were just mentally deleted.

  Just as the terrifying horro
r donned on the people, the automatons produced phase disruptor cannons built into their arms. It was over in less than a minute.

  It was a global mass extinction. Only the rural tribes, orphans, personal technology conspiracy deniers, and prisoners survived. Circumscriber destroyed over 99 percent of the human race. All that was left were the stragglers.

  Programs are systematic, so the upgraded automaton’s next mission was to clean up.

  Chapter One: Do You Exist for a Purpose?

  As he traversed the forest with his GPS, Cole Rann was wondering how long it would take to get to Chen Lei after those rebels freed him from his cell. Five months earlier, every correctional officer just grabbed their heads all at once and collapsed. They suddenly died, and the automatons in the prison kept with their normal programs doing their normal tasks. The .cafeteria and janitorial workers continued with feeding and keeping the prison sanitary by moving the bodies to the middle hallway to access the prisoners..

  All the prisoners were fed, but were ignored as if they didn’t exist. It seemed as if the automatons were caught in a loop of doing their normal tasks without acknowledging the prisoners.

  What he didn’t know was since the prisoners were stripped of their personal assistant authorization status when they were incarcerated, they were invisible to the system. The automatons just carried out their rudimentary assignments. It made no difference if any of the prisoners were there. The lower models weren’t equipped with sensory perception. The prisoners just got used to the rotting rank smell of the dead correctional officers.

  The routine continued for those five months. Since the prison was powered with wind and solar, the electricity stayed intact. Since they were locked up without any normal supervision, they were in a manufactured solitary confinement. Some of them went crazy without any human contact.

  At least they were maintained physically. Since all information was cut from the prison of the extinction and having no human contact, their mental aspect was in peril.

  It was beginning to get deadly. The automatons kept with their tasks, but the food depleted two weeks earlier. They were just administering empty trays. At least there was an endless water supply with the solar irrigation filters connected to a lake.

  Being locked up without food was going to become one of the harshest fasts to utter depletion, and final exsanguination. It would be the most inhumane exercises of capital punishment ever when the practice was outlawed centuries ago.

  Just as despair set in on the prisoners, a faction of the Neo-Khaos rebels broke in to free them. It took 2 hours to deactivate the automatons and hack the cell release computer, but the prisoners began to cheer when the bars slid open.

  All the other prisoners left to acquire food while Cole thanked his emancipators. They told Cole of the massive extinction, and there were only roughly about a million and a half humans left in the world. With only a sliver of the 11 billion humans previously existing and being constantly hunted, they recruited him for the cause. He was never a soldier, but he accepted. Since he measured medical marijuana for consumption, he knew there were only roughly about .0017% of humans left, he was determined to extend their survival.

  The Neo-Khaos gave him a GPS device and told him to head towards the village of Chen Lei near Hong Kong. It was where their region base was located. They had to corral the stragglers. Once the prisoners were freed, they ran like ants to anywhere but there. It would take a while to get them all back. Once they gave him a nutrition pack and a water container, Cole began to travel to Chen Lei.

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  As Cole sucked on his nutrition pack, he saw all the indigenous animals running around brazenly. There was no civilization installed to control their population in the civilized zones.

  As he emerged from the tree line, he saw Hong Kong. It looked eerie being silent without the bustle, or any lit neon signs. The city was a literal ghost town.

  Outside of the city, he saw movement in Chen Lei. There were trucks moving out of the village. They went deeper into the Japanese landscape. Cole trekked there.

  As Cole walked to the parameter gate, a soldier drew a strange device at him.

  “Who are you?!”

  Cole felt strange about answering the question. Weren’t they all on the same team?

  “I was rescued by a Neo-Khaos unit. They told me this was where your base of operations was. Why are you asking? I’m as human as you are.”

  “You could be a borgey!”

  “A what?”

  The soldier aimed that strange device at Cole. He put his hands up.

  “Don’t shoot! I’m human!”

  The soldier dropped the weapon.

  “I know now. I already shot you. You’re clear, come in.”

  Cole was surprised as the soldier opened the gate. He began to walk in.

  “What do you mean you shot me already? I heard no discharge.”

  The soldier held up his weapon.

  “Electronic disruption makes no sound. This isn’t a phase rifle, it’s a Magrupt. This is an electromagnetic pulse blanket cascade. It disrupts anything electronic. Check the GPS I’m sure the Neo-Khaos soldiers gave you to navigate here.”

  Cole pulled out his GPS navigation device and it had no power.

  The soldier continued.

  “The borgeys are electronic, and those things are lookin’ like us more and more every day.”

  “What’s a borgey?” Cole asked.

  “Where did they rescue you from? Under a rock? A borgey is a cybernetic unit. The Program began to engineer them from the reanimated deceased to infiltrate our bases,” the soldier said. “We were never indoctrinated with the personal assistant wave, and I guess you didn’t have one either since you’re still livin’.”

  “No, I had one,” Cole said. “They just mentally strip you of your assistant status when they incarcerate you.”

  “So, you’re a malcontent,” the soldier said, and pointed to a tent. “You’ll wanna see Sledge. He’s in there.”

  “I take it he’s going to lock me up again because I’m a criminal,” Cole assumed.

  “Look, buddy. You could’ve j-walked or killed somebody. Those crimes fell under society’s laws. If you’ve been looking around lately, society ain’t here anymore. I’m thinkin’ you came here to fight. That’s why you’re going to see Sledge. We have more pressing problems than your criminal record. This ain’t about you anymore, it’s about us.”

  Cole actually felt relieved he wasn’t being judged for once. All he did was ‘transport’ medical Canibus to victims with MS in Tokyo. Since Japan didn’t abide by the world’s Canibus prohibition lift, they put him in prison. He was about to rot in a hole in a foreign country because he tried to help people.

  “I never was a soldier, so I never held a gun before,” Cole said.

  “Can you switch on a light?”

  “Of course.”

  “That’s what using a Magrupt consists of. You don’t need to know how to aim, because the pulse cascades them in a twenty meter half circle radius. Just don’t discharge it around any base equipment. Sledge gets pissed when you accidentally turn off his monitoring screens.”

  They made it to the tent. Cole took a deep breath and walked in. Sledge was consulting with a Neo-Khaos squad leader.

  “The orphanage is about two hundred kilometers away. Vindicate those orphans. We can’t afford to disregard one human.” Sledge looked up to see Cole. “There’s going to be a slew of borgeys and automatons in your path, so make sure your squad’s Magrupts are fully charged. You don’t want to resort to rubbing two pieces of wool together to turn those suckers off.”

  “Even I know that wouldn’t work, Sledge,” the squad leader said. “Don’t worry, we got this, and no borgey’s gonna screw up my mission.”

  He folded his map and left from the tent.

  Cole looked at Sledge.

  “I heard you need some help taking out some robots.”

  “The definition of a robot is
a slave designed to do difficult tasks. These automatons and borgeys kill humans,” he said. “Who are you anyway?”

  “Call me Cole. I was rescued from a prison two days ago.”

  “Ah, the Shen Leung prison mission,” Sledge said. “Where are the others?”

  “When the Neo-Khaos deactivated the cell bars, all the prisoners were starving, so they ran to find food.”

  “How long was the food gone, and why didn’t you run?”

  “Two and a half weeks. I worked in the fitness field, so I’ve fasted longer than that,” Cole said. “I thanked your squad, they told me about the extinction, gave me a GPS, and here I am.”

  “I told those rookies to explain the situation ‘before’ they released the cells.” Sledge was irked. “I bet they’re running around Japan’s landscape trying to catch hungry scavengers now. You have to live and learn at this point.”

  “Don’t berate the rookies. They freed us from certain heinous death.”

  “If they had a leader, they would’ve been back by now.” Sledge said. “Why were you locked up?”

  “Smuggling medical marijuana to Japanese Multiple Sclerosis victims,” Cole said. “Big Pharma made an opiate two hundred times stronger than Fentanyl called Xvapronic, and those people didn’t need to get hooked on it.”

  “And since Japan considers any form of narcotic illegal, they locked you up for being Robin Hood,” Sledge said. “How many times did you Solo?”

  “Twelve before I got caught, and how do you know we called smuggling doing a Solo”?”

  “I wasn’t a hardcore military leader until I was forced into it. I ran the streets way more than I portray,” he clarified. “If you’re twelve and one in Japan, you can lead those rookies.”

  “I came here to fight, Sledge, but I’m no leader.” Cole declined.

  “Why did you get caught this last time?”