BackDoor
In a land before memory, and a time before space, there was a principle.
A thought echoed upon all nothingness. The mysteries created that foggy night shall hunt men kind throughout existence.
“…And there was a dream. And there was a space, and a memory.
The principle had triumphed and all mirages were now solid. It had begun…”
Alpheous Soran, The New Memories of Tomorrow
Silent Night
The streets are empty. A smell of fear finds it’s way into the neurotic sensors of the walking steel fortress…. with the mechanic quickness that only a twentieth fourth century OmegaBot can have, he pulls off his sonic harmonics-amplifier, a scream floods the air. Pain. And then…the morbid silence of Death makes the concrete walls of every building shiver with fear.
In the dead mind of the OB only one directive -> Mission Accomplished…. entering scanner mode.
The rebel’s body lays, in the corner, inactive. Blood makes a halo around his ears. He has been “pacified”.
It’s Search Night. In every skyscraper the Prophets are using their scanners, digging trough the privacy of every room…it’s a night of fear. Of disrespect.
One more. Only one more.
The quiet avenues do not confess the mess in the buildings. And they are not meant to. All is done in the shadows; the only sounds heard are of the rebels. A young force that still believes they can restore the dream of Alpheous Soran. The founder of The Orb.
Alpheous Soran was the first true Peace Scientist. His life was devoted to this project that he called “The Orb”. An entity that could predict the consequences of all human inventions and determine if they would be Good or Evil. As Soran continued his researched he found out new tasks for The Orb. The Orb could read into human minds and foresee if they would me criminals or peace man. In secrecy Soran kept the fact that The Orb was not a machine. It lived in Symbiosis with him.
He lived in a great palace, The Lab. In The Lab, one room was different. It was special. In the center of the building, deep underground, a round room was filled with computers, always running, always online.
Alpheous had implanted in himself a mechanism that communicated with the computers interface, giving them the intelligence needed to calculate and interpret the data. Soran did not believe in AI. He believed in himself instead. He had red too many books and seen too many movies to make that mistake…
…But Fate, it seems, it not without a sense of irony…
Infact The Orb became so dependent to Alpheous brain that it became symbiotic with him. Alpheous could no longer leave the building, or The Orb would not have a support for the enormous calculations and would meltdown.
But Alpheous research was blossoming. He had contributed to human evolution as noone had ever. Wars were stopped, problems detected before they became a problem, and evil men were convicted with the help of The Orb…and still…the symbiosis was a secret… Alpheous demanded to “work” from The Lab…saying that his work was too important for him to leave the house.
If he had only knew…
In my room I watch the stars…the only beauty left…they and my dreams.
My mind, somehow has found a way of dreaming, of getting away from this…nightmare. And in nights like this one, I dream.
The searches are mere propaganda, they cannot perceive if we are the rebels or not, they can only see if we are evil. But the atrocities are not bearable. It has to stop.
Once, silence was another meaning for peace. Now, it means fear. I must stop writing, the dawn is coming, and Stephanie should be here in minutes.
In this war, we have to be close, or be dead. Steph has sometimes been my reason to keep fighting…she and a couple more…everything I’ve got left…they, and my dreams.
Tomorrow I speak to my people. I must isolate myself for a while, give my ideas some thought. The message I have to reveal is not easy…not easy like this…silent night…
A thought echoed upon all nothingness. The mysteries created that foggy night shall hunt men kind throughout existence.
“…And there was a dream. And there was a space, and a memory.
The principle had triumphed and all mirages were now solid. It had begun…”
Alpheous Soran, The New Memories of Tomorrow
Silent Night
The streets are empty. A smell of fear finds it’s way into the neurotic sensors of the walking steel fortress…. with the mechanic quickness that only a twentieth fourth century OmegaBot can have, he pulls off his sonic harmonics-amplifier, a scream floods the air. Pain. And then…the morbid silence of Death makes the concrete walls of every building shiver with fear.
In the dead mind of the OB only one directive -> Mission Accomplished…. entering scanner mode.
The rebel’s body lays, in the corner, inactive. Blood makes a halo around his ears. He has been “pacified”.
It’s Search Night. In every skyscraper the Prophets are using their scanners, digging trough the privacy of every room…it’s a night of fear. Of disrespect.
One more. Only one more.
The quiet avenues do not confess the mess in the buildings. And they are not meant to. All is done in the shadows; the only sounds heard are of the rebels. A young force that still believes they can restore the dream of Alpheous Soran. The founder of The Orb.
Alpheous Soran was the first true Peace Scientist. His life was devoted to this project that he called “The Orb”. An entity that could predict the consequences of all human inventions and determine if they would be Good or Evil. As Soran continued his researched he found out new tasks for The Orb. The Orb could read into human minds and foresee if they would me criminals or peace man. In secrecy Soran kept the fact that The Orb was not a machine. It lived in Symbiosis with him.
He lived in a great palace, The Lab. In The Lab, one room was different. It was special. In the center of the building, deep underground, a round room was filled with computers, always running, always online.
Alpheous had implanted in himself a mechanism that communicated with the computers interface, giving them the intelligence needed to calculate and interpret the data. Soran did not believe in AI. He believed in himself instead. He had red too many books and seen too many movies to make that mistake…
…But Fate, it seems, it not without a sense of irony…
Infact The Orb became so dependent to Alpheous brain that it became symbiotic with him. Alpheous could no longer leave the building, or The Orb would not have a support for the enormous calculations and would meltdown.
But Alpheous research was blossoming. He had contributed to human evolution as noone had ever. Wars were stopped, problems detected before they became a problem, and evil men were convicted with the help of The Orb…and still…the symbiosis was a secret… Alpheous demanded to “work” from The Lab…saying that his work was too important for him to leave the house.
If he had only knew…
In my room I watch the stars…the only beauty left…they and my dreams.
My mind, somehow has found a way of dreaming, of getting away from this…nightmare. And in nights like this one, I dream.
The searches are mere propaganda, they cannot perceive if we are the rebels or not, they can only see if we are evil. But the atrocities are not bearable. It has to stop.
Once, silence was another meaning for peace. Now, it means fear. I must stop writing, the dawn is coming, and Stephanie should be here in minutes.
In this war, we have to be close, or be dead. Steph has sometimes been my reason to keep fighting…she and a couple more…everything I’ve got left…they, and my dreams.
Tomorrow I speak to my people. I must isolate myself for a while, give my ideas some thought. The message I have to reveal is not easy…not easy like this…silent night…