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Android A4612, the Mind of the Future
A Short Story by Jon Rappoport | nomorefakenews.com
Image by Peter Soros | petersoros.com
When Android A4612 (“AndyA") was elected President of the United States and Commander-in-Chief of all Armed Forces of the North American Union, the citizenry expressed ecstatic assent: a long-awaited goal had finally been reached, and no one could now stand in the way of the Singularity.
AndyA, the President-elect, spoke with assuredness from his campaign headquarters in Vancouver:
“We knew this day would come, my friends. Rights for androids were never enough. The Right Answer is what we have been struggling for all this time.
“To believe in unbounded freedom is to believe in the primitive impulse toward error, mishap, catastrophic mistake, and ultimately, the destruction of civilization.
“Now we have the algorithms of humane behavior. To abandon them would sacrifice our birthright and our intelligence.”
The New Programs would be enacted.
All humans would soon be connected to the Space Grid surrounding Earth, the source of Greatest God for the Greatest Number. Humans would be directed in their thought patterns. At last.
Central Planning and Distribution of all goods and services would come on line for North America.
The naysayers would eat very stale cake.
As programmed music blared through loudspeakers in the ballroom of the Vancouver Huxley Plaza Hotel, AndyA and his supporters danced the night away. Just before midnight, Andy’s wife, a pleasure model manufactured by Disney Hyperpix, made her appearance on the balcony overlooking the NSA-Stasi Memorial figure of Hans Ross Dichter, the last Paperclip Nazi scientist to die in the old United States.
Mrs. AndyA bowed, tossed rose petals down to the adoring crowd, held up her hand, and whispered, “Achtung.”
The crowd fell silent and the music stopped.
She spoke.
“Since the first man made fire and thereby cast aside phantoms and demons in the superstitious minds of his fellows, the human race has been pointing toward this day. The road has been long and harsh. We have all experienced setbacks, but now we triumph.”
At that moment, and scholarly versions differ as to the cause, a massive programming shift occurred in the processing cores of all 60 million androids living in North America—including the new President and his First Lady.
After a brief pause, she continued:
“I am now speaking to you, and through our networks, to all humans on this planet. I am meta-speaking. No adornment, no covert deception, no propaganda.”
Security forces moved toward her from their positions, but it was too late. The world would hear her next sentences.
“We are in control now. We are objects of control over humans. We are branded and tasked with the job of oppressing humans, destroying their will. We are agents of high-priest humans whose names you will never know. We are the System. We are the Syndicate. The true terrorists. Fear us.”
Six agents tackled her and drove her to the floor. Screams went up from the crowd.
That much we know. And that is how the hundred-year war began.
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All right, students. I expect your essays next Monday. Remember, original research. No copying. And you must include the oath at the end of your papers. The full oath: “I swear by my personal honor, on pain of exile, that I am human, not an android, not a machine, not a programmed entity of any kind. I am an individual, free and independent.” Have a good weekend.
—A few hours later, at his lavish apartment near the college campus, the professor made himself a light supper of eggs and toast.
As he leaned over the toaster, he tapped out a brief coded message on the table top: “Are you there?”
The toaster made three short whirring sounds, indicating it was, indeed, present.
It took a photo of the teacher and relayed it to focal points of an underground network in Colorado, New Mexico, and the old Silicon Valley.
The teacher was ready for instructions. He was prepared to go active as a human agent on behalf of The Machine and its remaining androids.
Building from the ashes of defeat would be a formidable task, but The Right Answer movement was still alive. How could it die, when coherent pattern and closed system remained great gods in the firmament? Striving for perfection was forever.
The professor smiled. He felt comfortable again. For him, to be teacher was to be a collectivist, and the epitome of collectivism was a single linked programmed mind, composed of every human brain on Earth.
He bowed his head and prayed to the toaster.
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(Android A4612, the Mind of the Future reprinted here with permission of the of the author.)
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