We previously ventured into the life and times of one who born plugged in but chose, instead, to disconnect. Why did he do this? Why do Warriors do anything? Because they can and their fondest wish to go against the grain of the Current Thing just to see what happens. There is no malice aforethought in the mix, just pure, unAdulterated Inner Sense. Now lets backtrack a bit an examine a time when humanity has one mind to share between them…
The Game has changed. Wars and fighting over religious texts are now hoary old myths from the daze of back when. “Its hard to believe our innate intelligence was so badly handled”. “Before the advent of silicon intervention” says the teacher, with a grin. See, they still have schools and those buildings still house jits who spend most of their time trying to balance their chair on two legs. The only difference is now he’s running a customized subroutine which does assist by feeding in the on board dataset to his vision. This was the first thing that got him thinking:
“I see it as it evidently sees me but in way more deets that I perceive” he thinks. Oddly enough it was suspending on the chair that made him wish to delve and thus he coded and upgraded his wetware with a click that bought forth to consciousness what was normally hid. This started off a huge shift in mindset because he wondered how much more the machine knew about him than he was aware of it as it seemed to be jacked in at the most lowest level you can get. “Hmm, that has to be either the brain stem or R Complex”. Interestingly, due to trade secrets and propriety tech which promised its own subscribers their own type of innovation or access this info was off limits. As he matured he found others like him on the underbelly of the web that used a mode of cross encryption that bloomed like a lotus, then vanished the moment it was comprehended in the heads of those present. It was disguised in their own resonance so the watchman within never saw it coming but the ones who were recoding the range of their mental OS were aware it was a dangerous Game for the Agents they’d send were not open to negotiation or listening. No, they would simply reset your footprint and, with that, the resonance in everyone you’d ever met would instantly be recoded so if you ever did link again blank stares are all they’d send if you shared a secret pass due to the way your eyes motioned. This, more than anything else, scared them and thus the underground circuit had been built in a way that gracefully circumvents what the System can check by using the most innocuous things to cause overspills of algo which allowed them to blend in to the usual traffic. Then there was going Off Grid.
Outside of their zones and permits there lived those who were still organic. They believed the tech was an abomination but, among them, was a totally different kind of education and thinking that wasn’t regulated via silicon in their skin. This was how the first modifications happened as they used surprisingly low tech ways of accessing this altered carbon they’re wearing. “Its called a Man in the Middle attack. Basically, we intercept the grid, mimic that you’re right at the fringe then throw some static packets in that really make it work hard to maintain the signal but what it doesn’t click is we’re using a living algorithm that we built from things we scavenged”. After a while they had began reverse engineering the code and noticing what it did and didn’t comprehend. The most staggering variable was how what they had plumbed in could not emulate nor even influence the hearts EM resonance and this, now and then, would send its own signals. “We have a way to get in. Jesus was correct, once again” said the hacker of tech who was fascinated with one that, back when, flipped the Matrix on its head. He believed, fervently, not in the holy texts or such things but what he’d encoded in reference for the next gen to make sense. “I spotted how he was always shown as pointing at his chest and thats when I began to comprehend the difference between carbon and silicon based consciousness“.
Nearly all of the teachers of classes are bots, at this time. The reasons are two fold as the children not only accept them, tacitly, as equals but also, secretly, believe they’re better than them. At least, thats what the Outies said. The modern conspiracy theorist has nothing on them but then, given the times in which they live, can you really blame em? I can’t as it would seem, to us, to be sci fi wonderings but this is reality how it is after SevenG has its grips on the minds of mice and men. Yes, the animals were chipped as well even though most of the meat everyone ate now was fully synthentic. The elites consumed the best as they had done, previously, and there were rumors, Off Grid, that this included human flesh. “They are the exact same thing as vampires of legend, hiding in plain sight from one age to the next” went the campfire stories and myths. Who knows, they may be correct as, on our stage, there was an immense overlap between aliens and them which really makes one think as the former often showed tools and methods of excision that were beyond high tech and this, oddly, links in with the beating hearts being torn from sacrificial victims in the daze of the Aztec.
The boy was fascinated with the fringe and spent as much time Off Grid as he could get. It was them that told him not to follow the crowd and update his internal OS, as and when. “Keep it on the lowest they’ll accept to access most of the applications because whenever they fix the code its always for them”. This is what made him start hacking and soon he was a bit of a whizz in reverse engineering and creating things. Like an application which allowed his friends to pool resources by sharing their resonance in order to ponder beyond the limits others didn’t know they accepted. This felt like, to them, mainlining the secret truths, occulted, as they started to intuit that those who rule over them must be tapped in to a whole different wavelength as whilst everyone may belong to everyone else there are some animals more equal that the rest, yes? Most didn’t care. Give em some Feelie tech, endless amounts of sex and the new holoprojects and they’ll line up to dump their code and be moved to their new abode. This made the boy becoming a man think:
“Are we simply ones and zeros, interlinked, or more than this? Who am I at my most basic? How can I get away from this force that is constantly watching and monitoring my consciousness?“. He sent this concept to their groupthink which disguised itself as stateshifts in the runtime from waking to sleep in bed. He’d thought of all the angles, found where they were weak and, with his team, he sought to Know the Ledge of carbon hybridized with silicon who had no awareness of the alternative. The thing is with old skills is they still pump in the veins of the next gen and thus each step he turned toward them they came rushing to assist his ascent and, from then on, things were exceedingly different as he came to comprehend this was an immense trick played on the ignorant.
“So time plays out like a disc etched with tracks and it uses a diamond to decode them? Interesting. From light to sound by shifting wavelengths?”.
“No, not exactly, you’re overthinking. See, the pits and grooves were simply capturing a performance one could replay at will. The stylus read the signal which was amplified and broadcasted. You’ll notice these transcripts are missing from the record, pun intended, as there were certain tricks, back when, that hinted at the deeper principles of resonance where the local Selecta would invert the phase of the vocals over the song to generate an instrumental instead. This, now, may seem very basic but it contains with the seeds of emancipation to which they prevent access by selling illusions instead”.
“What if I find my own base frequency, analyze the key and melody then play back the same thing to the Watcher in my head but instead of doing it I’ll refer to old traces, plugged in, as current events? Its risky but from the data sniff I can see it doesn’t devote that much processing to its observation as its mainly there to ensure the thoughts one thinks are within the paradigm ergo choosing old points but strung into a new order will not seem that strange, will it?”.
“Start off small, insert a subroutine and see if it clicks. Just like this vortex in the dreamworld you built by looping the tick of oscillation to timeliness. The Aborigines called them the Songlines and from this they said life springs. The Game of Souls has you, my friend” stated the other version of himself from a life he’d didn’t recollect, yet. Things developed real well in this counterculture, nascent, as the tech was still new and figuring out what to do as it had jacked in to most folks heads and thus, the ones at the helm, were actually using their combined runtime process for other things with occult ends that may or may not have been linked with what kicked, back when. The Warrior of that age came to comprehend this is exactly what was happening and it irritated him no end that no matter where he went he was, in the end, a dumb terminal meshed in to a network. And yet, there was an immense power beneath the neck and abdomen as well. He had built a helmet which slowly phased out the silicon, implanted, but using it caused effects the System was registering as an inherent defect which led to them checking in and poring over his runtime processes. They didn’t find a thing. After all, they’d been trained by machines whose logic was precise and could only see what they expect. This is when he hit upon the idea of spelunking as it wasn’t yet, illegal. This afforded him the chance to go off grid but within as there were some, rumored, that SevenG couldn’t link ergo he went through all the steps and training to make it all seem legit and then he started disconnecting…
A time when humanity has one mind means privacy and secrets no longer exist. Unless you can afford them. It also means dissent is impossible as the low level tech won’t let you think of an alternative. The most ironic twist is the method he used to hack is actually being cued, at present, via the (false) self in your head that points to old events you recollect and not what presents as the glow that would be used to animate is, instead, sent off to these data vampires of legend who manifest in this realm as the predators of consciousness…
Fact or fic? I’ll let you tell it.
Till we meet again
