AI 2030

By Heather Day

An ancient document from the year 2024 A.D. is discovered in the 15th millennia then published in the prestigious Journal of Bioengineering Future, by scientist and Professor of Biological Engineering, Heather Blach-Day, PhD of the elite World University. The majority of her peers deny its historical auth

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eden Cultures Media
• Release date: Jul 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781088122464

Heather Day

Heather Day started out onstage singing and performing in theatre then moved on to a pre-medical degree in Exercise Science before she began self-publishing music, poetry, blog posts, and fiction. She uses her creative and scientific mind to tell stories that she hopes will help the world become comfortable discussing environmental observations that can lead to free and open hypotheses, so humanity can work together to prevent future dystopian realities.

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Table of Contents

Table of Contents

Prologue 14,044 A.D.

Introduction

NanoTech

What Is the Problem?

The Solutions

Who Runs the Show?

Vampires, Werewolves, and Zombies

Where Are We Now?

How Did We Get Here?

Healing Vibes

Where Are We Going?

Time Machine

What Is Happening?

The Great Calamity

Side Effects

Why Are They Here?

Why Did They Do It?

Where Do They Come From?

Their Sordid Past

Who Wins in The End?

Epilogue

Glossary

Acknowledgements

Prologue 14,044 A.D.

Heather sat at her desk, fearlessly typing out all that she had learned these last few years. She wanted to release her Magnum Opus but first she had to gauge the public’s reaction to her findings.  She had discovered many earth-shattering secrets, through her studies of past civilizations, which could greatly affect the future of mankind.  She wanted to share these findings with the world because the very nature of the wisdom they contained could save humanity and the earth from utter destruction. Her thoughts raced as she decided if her report was ready, staring at the screen while contemplating her future and the future of humanity.

Had she interpreted the translations correctly? What about the calculations of years and the understanding of the described technology? She was a professor of bioengineering at one of the most prestigious colleges in the world. She was more qualified to interpret the technology described in this document than anyone she knew. She was not however, an expert in ancient mythology, or cuneiform script, so she relied heavily upon the translations and interpretations of others for those aspects of her research. These documents were in a language similar to the modern language of today but often referred to other primary documents that were written in a pictographic cuneiform script. She knew that just as she had her own preconceived notions, each translator had their own bias.

Heather paused, unsure of herself. It took many years of study, reading documents from all over the world before she was comfortable writing about the things she had discovered. Some of them which she had used for background research, even older than the document she was presenting, were written in cuneiform scripts that could only be interpreted after much study and by few people in the field to guide her. With so few in that field she was even more likely to be subject to their prejudices than if she had interpreted them for herself, had she been able.

She wasn’t ready to release her book just yet, due to the built-in uncertainty of what she had unraveled. She needed to gauge the public’s reaction to the ideas presented in the ancient manuscript that she chose to comment on for the journal. There are so many ancient writings she could have used, but the one she chose called out to her as if it was written by one of her own ancestors. This manuscript, which she called The AI 2030 document, best supported the thesis of her upcoming book. Having her own commentary published in such a prestigious journal would be amazing fodder for the inside cover of her book once she moved forward with it.

Heather looked like she was doing nothing, but that blank stare was one of her envisioning an entire series of events, that she knew was truly out of her hands. She was merely a willing tool towards one potential end. Still, her humanity reigned for a moment, and she imagined the description inside her soon to be released book, with a beautiful photo of her smiling at the readers. Her author’s description would include not only her degrees but all her other published works, and the work of her learning what was written in these ancient cuneiform tablets and scripts. It’s not about you, Heather. She told herself, making sure there were no typos. This is about the future of humanity. For a moment, she imagined the potential devastation to come, then quickly said, I do not accept this, and replaced those images with images of triumph, beauty, and harmony.

She read a line from her report, This AI 2030 document implies that all of our current technology may have existed in a previous civilization. She bit her lip, deleted that line as she read her report; nervous that even mentioning this fact to those in her field would be career suicide.  But it is the journal of Bioengineering Future, she thought. This document speaks of far-fetched technology that goes beyond the technology we have today. If that potential advanced technological past isn’t relevant to our bioengineering future, I don’t know what is, she reassured herself as she changed the wording.

Heather thought her career would be safe if she kept things light for the Journal of Bioengineering Future, but that did not mean the public would accept her ideas if she released her book with all her true thoughts about these scriptural revelations. These revelations uncovered a bygone, occulted past with information that could vastly affect earth’s future. Since she was not certain the public and her peers would like the theories she planned on presenting, especially when it came to who gave the technology to humans, she decided to present the document for this journal submission as a relic fiction. She painstakingly made suggestions of such falsehoods in her report, moving against every single one of her instincts about its authentic historical relevance, to implant the idea into the readers’ minds without risking censorship or the conscious bias of the readers. It’s a strategy she often used that didn’t always work to her best interest, but she felt in this case, people would be more receptive to the ideas presented if the documents were presented as fiction.

Heather asked herself before submitting her essay, Am I shooting myself in the foot again? Why can’t I just come out and say what I want to say? She paused and thought of all she had learned and knew the answer to her own question. She thought of what she knew she had to do to prevent history from repeating itself.  She had to get this document and her commentary published, to lend credibility to its words and introduce the ideas contained within, to much of the public without triggering a panic or violent backlash. Then she could release her book and reveal that what was contained in these documents may actually be a true version of history. In her heart, she knew it all was. Oh well. To try at all is better than to sit by watching mankind march toward destruction, she whispered to herself.  The sun was setting outside her window, and her apartment was getting dark. She noticed its tone had changed from when she was a child. The sun was more of a stark whitish blue now as opposed to the yellows and oranges she remembered painting with her finger paints. She barely noticed her stomach rumble. Dinner? What was that? She trusted that her partner would make her some homemade noodles in a bit.

This strategy of dismissing her understanding of the historical legitimacy of these documents as fiction, was to get past the egos of the public but also her peers. Heather knew she often put people off when she started sharing her far out opinions and ideas. But this was too important for her to stay quiet. He did say I could submit a journal submission any time. He said he owes me, she yelled over to her husband in the other room, about Yusef.

Yusef was one of the editors of the journal.  She studied with him during their doctoral work. Presenting the document as fiction will have to work, she said to her husband, who was now hovering over her. The manuscript itself states that, storytelling has always been used to send difficult messages to the reader; messages that otherwise may not have been delivered. Anyone with half a brain would read that part of the manuscript and recognize that this fictional claim is merely a thin veil, right? He grunted a positive. Either way, I can gauge their emotional response to this journal submission to see if they are ready for what I believe is actually history; not myth.

Sounds good honey. I know you think it will put a target on your back, but I’m sure a lot of people are going to be really interested in this information. Anyone who wants to believe it’s fiction will have the grace to do so, but those who want to know, will know! He reassured her.

He supported her as best he could. He still had no idea the danger that she was putting them in, even by typing the words in her report, let alone by releasing her subsequent book. She knew but chose to move forward with her plans anyway because of the gravity of the potential situation. She dared not tell the world her understanding that the warnings put forth in the documents she was about to publish are most likely in fact imminently real. If she was forthright about the truth, her book got any traction and became widely accepted as true without proper spiritual and mental preparedness, society as we know it could collapse. Many could lose their minds or worse, die of shock. What point would there be to sharing information that could save mankind, if the shock of the information itself destroyed them?

Heather saved her final report, attached it to the email, with a carbon copy for her friend and colleague Yusef, sending it to the prestigious Journal of Bioengineering Future, published by some of the best scientists in the world. She pushed send on the email and let out a big sigh of relief. Her official written public assessment was that the manuscript was a work of fiction. When she published her own book, it would only be presented as potential fact if she could first see mankind was ready for the message. She knew in her heart many were not ready for the truth but those who were ready would be able to see through that thin veil of fantasy. 

As she watched the email confirmation appear in her inbox, she hoped the report of her findings would sink into the subconscious of the readers. She anticipated this message would reach the world at the right time and she prayed that it would be in time to prevent whatever future was inevitable for her generation.  This was the only way she could fathom, to prevent what she knew was coming eventually, whether it be in her lifetime or long afterward.

This manuscript, which read like dire warnings to our generation, from a survivor of a great calamity, within a community of survivors, was the best chance she had of awakening the masses. Let them think it’s all just a fairy tale. Those with eyes will see and those with ears will hear. Those few will act as necessary. The truth cannot be hidden forever. We must recognize the power we have if we join together to take control of our own destiny. Once I publish my book, I will have done my part to help lead us toward the alternative future we can create together, she told herself.

Heather closed the lid to her laptop, stood up and walked away.  Her work was done for now.

Introduction

My name is Marie Steward Black, PhD. I am a scientist. Or I was a scientist. Now I am a survivor in a small community of outcasts. I was once an integral part of a system that still controls much of mankind. My job was to study viruses, or rather, the natural evolution of viruses. I got into this field because of my unique genetic disposition, research experience, and educational background.

I have a rare genetic profile that caused me to be a black sheep throughout my life, everywhere I went. Much of my family has also been judged as strange for as long as I can remember, especially on my father’s side, whom I inherited these differences from. In my own search for my own healing, I learned much about the human body.

At first, I was interested in how to stay healthy simply because I had always been sick in one way or another, growing up. I was always sick in more ways than my peers, by doing things that seemed to have no effect on them at all. I felt like life was a punishment. I could not eat birthday cake but they could. I could not pet a cat. I could not go outside at certain times of the year. I could not even run, jump, hop, skip, or climb for much of my childhood because even my bones were not growing correctly and I had thousands of microscopic fractures in them. These fractures happened simply because I wanted to run a race one day. I would get a migraine, stomach pain, nausea, and acne that scared my face, along with rashes that plagued me throughout my life, just for eating something that brought the others joy. They would look at me like I was being difficult. They would act like I was making it all up, even though the rashes and knots under my skin were highly visible. And when this suffering would effect my mood or behavior, the supposed healers in my time thought it would be best to drug me. They never tried to determine why I was this way. They simply wanted to cover up the inconvenience of my divergent existence.

I thought myself an alien in a world where I had been orphaned with wicked captors, that were those humans in my society. I felt misunderstood, and in a prison of hell in my strangely overreactive body. In truth, I simply have a few mutations here and there to my genetics that differentiate me from the others. Now that I have educated myself on how the body works, I no longer suffer the way I used to. I simply have disrupted collagen synthesis and so foods that are highly processed, of smaller sized molecules, leak into my bloodstream as undigested proteins. My body lacks the enzymes to break them down.

Others may suffer like this but usually only after they have some sort of major illness, or encounter a toxin that disrupts their gut. My gut is forever permeable due to my genetics. I have learned to account for that. For me, my collagen simply does not manifest in the same structure as others, at the same rate, or for the same purpose. Throughout my entire body I have a fascia that behaves like a holey spiderweb of support, instead of a fine mesh of protection. I will not explain in too much detail, the extent of my heritable disorder, named Ehlers Danlos, as it would bore you. Just know that once I learned about my specific genetics, I was able to compensate for these unique traits and greatly decrease my suffering.

One side effect of having such rare phenotypical traits is that I am a canary in the coal mine of sorts. My body will absorb toxins much more easily than others, as well as drugs, and even nutrients. They build up in my blood much faster, but also fall away much quicker. These molecules in my blood may find their way out in a less than pleasant manner, such as through my skin, but I have learned about enzymes and how they can aid my body in preventing that. My immune system is not weak but it responds violently to these antigens, by treating them as foreign invaders, which is why I’m so sensitive.

My unique profile not only makes my body sensitive, but my entire mood, thoughts, and demeanor. I pick up on things that others do not. I feel a mosquito as soon as it lands on me. I smell and taste things that others cannot. I sense things that others do not. I feel things that others cannot. I am simply a different animal than most people around me.

In my own search for healing, I have educated myself in many fields of science. I have learned human physiology, biochemistry, and metabolism. I have learned organic chemistry. I have learned physics. I have learned biology and microbiology. I have learned genetics. I have even learned some software development to the extent that I can understand the quantum computing that is required to quantify and qualitatively analyze genetics, such as is commonly done in my time.

Having my black sheep traits of mutated collagen, decreased enzymatic efficiency, and sensitive immune system, does not preclude me from intelligence or compassion, however. In fact, as a result of my own suffering that I have endured in this body that sometimes feels like a torture chamber, I have grown to have much empathy for others who also suffer. My body is not as much of a torturous prison now, thanks to my education. This is of course no thanks to hundreds of doctors, or any pharmaceutical whatsoever.

It’s almost as if my leaky blood brain barrier makes me more susceptible to poison but simultaneously more able to absorb new information without judgment. As a result of being invalidated, accused of hypochondria, and leered at with confusion and inconvenient sociopathy to my struggles, for most of my life, I am quite open minded. Not only do I always look out for the underdog, I keep in mind that there are those of us who are simply different. I will never try to force one person into a cookie cutter of conformity for my own comfort and convenience. I know as much as anyone how cruel of a stance that actually is. That is why I am opposed to much of the system today that tries to enforce cookie cutter convergence of mankind to the detriment of many.

In my education, I sought to heal myself and found many answers. And as a result of this journey I am now able to understand many other people’s struggles, especially when it comes to their individual genetic needs. I am a pioneer in my time for individualized medicine. I do not seek the glory of a medical degree, but I do have a Doctorate of Philosophy. I earned this with my dissertation, on the subject of The Viral Evolution of Species. My understanding, that I brought to the field of science, is that viruses have been a large factor in the evolution of mankind. I specialized in my post doctoral work, in the idea of viruses affecting not only fertility but also genetic expression of offspring.

Once I finished this research I was recruited to one of the most high level, top secret, laboratories in the world, funded by the World Nations Republic. My purpose was to facilitate the observation of naturally evolving viruses. I was hired to input viral genetic sequence information into the quantum computer system in order to hypothesize in a virtual reality environment, the potential effects on the genetic expression of mankind. That is not what my job ended up actually being. I have no issue with observing a naturally occurring virus, caring for the infected patients, sequencing it, then running it through a virtual environment for the purpose of simulating potential genetic transfection via our naturally occurring retroviral capacity. What I actually encountered in that laboratory was quite different.

What I mean by retroviral capacity is that, in my research for my dissertation, I found that each organism has a natural capacity to integrate portions of viruses into its own genetics, for the purpose of storing that information for a later date, so that it can protect itself from future illness. It is not just about memory cells and killer T cells, but also the blueprints for our body to know what is foreign and what has been previously encountered. If a pathogen has already been encountered and incorporated, that silenced genetic information can be utilized for quick action to protect the previously exposed organism.

When I started my education, the field of science believed falsely, that much of our DNA was junk but due to my research, I proved that the CRISPR-CAS9 system they were playing with in the labs, from E. Coli, exists in almost identical capacity within mankind and most likely all organisms. I was able to show that main mechanistic gene for this action within humans is the hTERT gene, responsible for protecting our genetics. At first, scientists thought this gene simply prevented the deterioration of telomeres due to aging, but I proved it also maintains genetic integrity and defense of the whole organism. This is based on environmental stimuli such as the foreign invading genetics of other organisms.

These foreign genetics encounter our cells via viruses. I am the scientist who proved that Viruses are the way to change DNA. Sadly, many elites already knew this and were using this knowledge as a way to benefit themselves. They have little regard as to how this affects mankind. I found myself in a precarious position, in this topsecret laboratory in ShiPing city. I discovered an agenda that I could not ignore. I was there due to my discoveries but I was suddenly in opposition to my employers due to my personal values.

I have done the best I could with the knowledge, resources, and circumstances that I have had. Now I am exiled and among a small group of people who fight for mankind in our time, but also for you in your time. You will see in more detail what all of this led up to, and how that could affect you, in your time, by reading this document.

I write this for future generations, in hopes that you might succeed in a fight we have already wrought. Should we have failed against this power so great, that only the angels coupled with bands of brave, self-sacrificing humans working together secretly, have been mighty enough to defeat them, you may find yourself in need of the words I present to you, so that you can survive. This oppressive power I am about to explain to you in the following pages, wishes to destroy mankind and is already doing so in my time. They have done it before, and I write this because they may never stop trying to do so even long into the future.

If you are reading this in some future era, know that reading this is already some indicator of at least a partial success on our part. For if this band of overlords were to succeed against us, surely you would not have found this time capsule we make for you. By the time you read this, if all goes as planned, we will have sealed these notes along with other bygone documents, maps, calculations, preserved scrolls, cryptographic keys, drawings, and tablets, for you to read in a future era. I encourage you to read this with an open mind and heart, and with much care, so that you need not repeat our mistakes or suffer similar consequences.

Let us hope as you read this, you do not have to fight off such a primordial foe, and that we have destroyed them in full, such that all you must worry about is the repeated cycles of catastrophes which can be mitigated. You can easily mitigate the catastrophes and survive, if only you work together. If we succeed in defeating these monstrous foes, and you do not have the added stress of such a parasitic overarching power, and you choose to work together as one race of humans, surely you will succeed and the Great Calamity will not destroy you, as it has not destroyed us. 

NanoTech

It’s too easy to make nanotech nowadays since Buckminster Fuller and associates put tape on his pencil markings creating those graphene monolayers. It's hard to make good nanotech, but way too easy to make unreliable, misassembled, dangerous nanotech. All the world leaders, scientists, governments, and companies have been diving right into this newer technology. They have been marrying nanotech to artificial intelligence (AI), consciousness mapping, and bioinformatics, which is the analyzation and storage of biological data. The question is Why?.  It's simple; because of their AI 2030 agenda. I will get more specific as to who they are and whom they work on behalf of as you read on.

AI 2030 is an agenda designed by the World Nations Republic, and the Global Economic Panel, who have laid out publicly, their plans to catalog, analyze, label, store, and digitally assess every human being on this planet. These world leaders and their minions want full integration for all of us by the year 2030 and they’ve been doing it with AI powered quantum and nano-sized technology. They operate through the world economic digital currency connected to the grid system, with the aid of people with advanced training in genetic engineering, microbiology, immunology, software development, and quantum and nanosized technology. They enforce this agenda on the populace via other parts of the system such as schools, jobs, healthcare, education, extra-curricular activities, medical care, and law enforcement.

Technically the plan is to implement their AI agenda with quantum sized transistors (multiple orders of operations smaller than nanometers) which will attach to the epigenome of everyone in the world, but they aren’t very skillful and efficient at using it yet. Quantum or nanosized, nearly invisible tech with stealth implementation, bypassing informed consent, does not mean better, safer, or more effective. At this point they’re like children playing with a remote-controlled car they stole from their older brother.

They found this technology, discovered its pre-existence really, are a little past reverse engineering it, and are far too advanced towards implementing it, without understanding the full consideration of the consequences of what they employ. They have figured out the mechanism with which the quantum AI remote controlled human interface technology works, but are far from having mastered its intricacies. Still, it seems mankind has become an experiment for their agenda, with the common man getting the brunt of the side effects while the elite controllers have their own antidote to all our woes. They seek eternal physical life, a cure for death, as they call it, and we are their path to that, no matter what the cost is to us. The majority of the populace is not aware of much of this agenda, and only thinks this cure is by way of required medicine. They have no idea about the AI agenda that seeks to use quantum and nanosized technology to enforce this abominable, false immortality.

There is a fundamental problem with the excuse for applying this technology to humanity en-masse like a Trojan Horse, fighting against the inevitability of corporeal death. The idea of marrying technology into the human consciousness, to bypass the inherent decay of our physical vessels, is like but a destructive and beautiful woman. This woman gets by on lying and looks, then ages herself out and dies like the rest, eventually revealing the truth of her narcissism with time. 

The warnings from the prophets that I have read from our library, have said that the affair with this metaphorical woman will lead to a day of judgment that all humanity will have to face. I fear we have already met this day of judgment in my age. I come to you writing this document after such a tragedy as one of but a few survivors. I write this in the hopes that you will find it and can be saved from repeating much of our horrible fate. You cannot stop the cycles of the earth, but you can prepare better than we did. You can save yourself from a worse fate; like that which we have already brought upon ourselves.

How did they do it? As we sit here in 2024, knowing the plans only years ahead of their goal for completion, we survivors are depleted in numbers. Our forces are tired. We look back over the last few years and see how fear was used to deceive us all. They fear physical death and have projected that onto all of us, leveraging our own fear of death through multi-layered illusions that work together throughout their control system. Many of us have now overcome our dread of the physical death with help from our angelic guides and ancestral influences, and our new understanding of the reasons for reincarnation and life after death. We have verified this through meditation and astral projection. Miraculously, it seems the more asleep the masses become by this integration, the more awake we are as its survivors. As they lose their autonomy and connection to the singular universal spirit, we gain our own connection, merely by persisting fearlessly in our own existence. In the following pages you will see why I am hopeful enough to even write this message for you.

Their technology causes side effects. The mechanism that they use to try to enact their plan is this covert technology, but the side effects need a cure or there is much suffering and death. The mechanism is sought out by nothing more than miniscule molecules of carbon and other mineral materials, abominable chimeric cells, and genetic sequencies in strings of numbers, programming symbols, and lying letters. Our perpetrators desperately cling to those forms of matter and symbols in some vain hope of controlling their fate, with little regard as to how that tinkering affects mankind. The cure they give themselves is too dark and disturbing to bring up now, but I assure you it is not the same cure they have offered us.

Their fate is fundamentally tied to ours. As they pull the pendulum in their favor, the equal and opposite force that inherently rules this world will always kick in eventually. No matter what the oppression at any time, there will forever be a few survivors left, after the next apocalypse, to witness the rebalancing of power, even after the next abomination of desolation, if it were to occur again, such as the one we are currently surviving. This is how we carry on to the next age, cycle after cycle. As you read this, you can help carry mankind into your next cycle. We do not have to serve at the behest of those who wish to enslave us. We can choose our own destiny.

Ultimately, they use fear. They created a problem for mankind they knew we would fear, with a required solution for us already in mind. Their solution for us is a poison, not a cure. Their own cure is an antidote to our problem, a death sentence for us, and their solution. When