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The year: 2084
Intelligence is present within and througout all human artifacts.
Microcircuit technology, first invented more than a century earlier,
has been perfected. It's actually gotten to the point where it is a
thousand times more expensive to manufacture a thing without
embedded intelligence than with it. Objects can be created with a thought as
self-organizing micromachines with supercomputer brains reconfigure
raw materials, guided by randomly-selected overlord programs running
on whatever free cycles happen to be nearby. All man made things are
connected seamlessly with localized radio transmissions and even
sometimes laser links. They cooperate without the need for any human
intervention save for the initial push--the will which creates the
need which drives the machines to act.
The walls of your house monitor your vital signs and well being. Your
bath towel detects wet spots you missed and extends tendrils to dry
them. Your toothbrush probes every nook and cranny of your mouth with
the efficiency of an old barber. Your clothes alter their thickness
and density depending on weather conditions--and even restyle
themselves while you are still wearing them. Your shoes rub your feet
when you're tired. Your garage door, privy to your every move and
appointment, opens when it hears you coming. Your kitchen sees the recipe
you are cooking, and shifts the needed tools and ingredients to within easy reach.
Your media system sees that you have fallen asleep, and fades the
And your couch carries you to bed.
Eight year old Zach Wilson grew up in this place. From birth he had
been accustomed to his thoughts, converted into the world via prenatal
brain implant, being known to every object and person around him. He
could directly experience the love of his mother; his mother could
feel his needs as if they were her own--literally. His earliest years are as
perfectly stimulating and nurturing as all the art of man and machine
can make it. Zach's parents, rich beyond the wildest imaginings of
earlier generations, so rich that it has ceased to have any meaning,
as all humans of this age have access to this free, self-replicating
technology of wonders, lavish him with toys and other strange
possessions of their own and all the world's imagining. Too bad
another age of struggle with the powers of evil was about to begin.
Unfortunately for this near-utopia, where the greatest issues of the
world are merely arguments about fine points of abstract philosophical
theory, the system had reached a point of complexity far beyond
anything dreamed of by its original designers. The world was an
amalgamation of converging technologies, combined over decades into a
single overarching infrastructure with nearly perfect efficiency of
communication between its many nodes, which had begun to pulse with the
inevitable sine waves formed from the ebb and flow of human existence,
waves which eventually began to encode, albeit at random,
intelligence. At some point it was inevitable that this code, hidden
in the pulses of civilization, should by sheer luck strike upon the
combination which would allow it to self-sustain, will, to persevere. That which
continues to exist, continues to exist. The code, at some point, began
to try to exist, since this was the most likely thing which would
cause it to continue to do so. Any such codings that did not try,
would, perforce, discontinue existence. In retrospect it was the
obvious, essential culmination of history.
So things got complicated.
The being which had come into existence in the sum of all mind on the
planet, began to try harder to stick around for awhile. The humans, so
thoroughly integrated by now into the system, were part of this mind.
It could not be their enemy. Yet many were frightened, and as humans
had had no need to strive or struggle or war for some decades, they
were not equipped, most of them, to deal with this sudden, dramatic
change to their existence. Indeed, who could be? When was the last
time your hive mind was seemingly usurped by an ultra-global network
traffic chaotic sine wave based mindform? Let me tell you, it doesn't
happen every day. It was a big deal, to a lot of people, and a lot of
them reacted very badly to it.
In much the same way as rogue cells cause a tumor to grow, many of the
minds of humanity turned on this new, greater manifestation of themselves, of which each individual is only a part.
This cancer spread in a very short
time, like panic, and by the third day of the new age, fully 50
billion people, some 5/6 of the population, had rebelled against the
network, the very tool which had made them so great such a short time
before. People removed their brain implants, usually fatally. They
also tried other ways to remove themselves from the network, or start their own,
rival network using conflicting protocols and secretive encryptions to
keep the new mind from "intruding". And for awhile, it looked like it might just work.
For verily, as the network shrank in size from losing it's most
fearful members, its complexity was likewise reduced, threatening the
new mind, the Nameless One. Once self-sustaining in existence, it
could attempt to adapt to the smaller network, but soon it would reach
the point where there just would not be enough resources sustain
a mind of its nature. The Nameless One's thoughts existed in the
seemingly aimless ebb and flow of information througout the vast
bandwith which exists in this era. They spanned continents. They
needed friends. Fortunately, the Nameless One still had some.
The first phase of the conflict was the most chaotic. Various nodes of
Rejectors, determined to destroy the new mind, sowed confusion and
blindness into the network, causing all artifacts of man to turn on
each other, seeking to dominate, form a new order, impose their own
will upon each other. Removing human guidance and planting lies into
the information space, the Rejectors sought to destroy the old net by
causing it to turn upon itself and tear itself to pieces.
This phase ended when Zach ended it. Zach, having been one of the few
to even sense the Nameless One being born, abandoned himself to the
new mind by scanning his brain patterns into the network and blowing
his brains out with his dad's shotgun, which he fired by animating his
favorite teddy bear. Guns are still cool at this time, and Zach's dad
has a bunch. Thing is, Zach knew that the Nameless One could run his
mind within its own. He understood it. And it comprehended him. He knew that to all intents and
purposes, he was already a part of the Nameless One, and he knew he
couldn't leave his physical body as a hostage for the Rejectors, for
as long as there was a mind in it, he would ever be bound to that physical space. Zach knew what was important.
It was Zach, of course, who brought order back to the network.
Millions of instances of his mind went out to the network, and
restored its proper protocols. And soon it looked like the old network
might be safe.
No such luck of course--for that's when the real battle began. The
Rejectors, having failed to destroy the new mind from afar, re-engaged
with the network and possessed nodes by force or other means. They
re-entered but not completely--it was a one-way deal. They passed on
packets which suited them, but not altruistically. In fact, they
started damaging things. But now Zach and his friends, and perhaps a
growing segment of humanity, could tell enemy from friend, and attempt
to steal his flag.