Cyborg #123666

By Jean-Luc Roy

Cyborg #123666 is comprised of 66,600 words within 8 chapter. The triad research of Cybernetics Robotics, Quantum Computing, and Artificial Intelligence, was set in the abstruse abstraction of the surreal cyberspace. The appropriated number stand for: 1 for being the first Cyborg: 2 for a Quantum computing brain: 3 for a true Artificial Intelligence, and the 666 as a priori of its devillish potential as a Quantum Apocalypse. 

Enjoy! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jean-Luc Roy
• Release date: Apr 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223980421

Jean-Luc Roy

I reside in British Columbia, Canada. I've lived in four Canadian Provinces and I am well traveled. I spent five years in the R.C.A.F. and worked for Pan American Airways for three years in their aerospace division. My posting included France, Germany, and temporary duty in Belgium, amongst other employment. Besides writing, I enjoy doing wood carvings.  J.L.Roy 

Book preview

Chapters

1 - Concepts

2 - Development

3 - Hidden agenda

4 - Events

5 - The lies

6 - Implications

7 - World turmoil’s

8 - Revelation

Chapter 1 / Concepts

From inception, he controlled Quanta Tech Inc. with 51% of its stocks value, while the public issued shares help maintained his percentage, and supported the research and development.

He was religious to suit himself. Consequently, his company had their hands into a number of highly profitable gouging projects, for DARPA and the US Air Force. One being, the development of a hydrogen powered turbo-ram wave-rider, that can fly higher and faster by riding its own shockwave, akin to an aerial surfboard.

The one and only experimental stealth fighter capable of accomplishing the objective, was used for a highly classify mission deep into the Soviet Union; unfortunately, its refueling tanker was shot down over the Bering Sea, and the pilot had to eject at a secondary window location, while the plane flew onward for a minute after the self-destruct had been activated.

The US Navy submarine that surfaced within the limited timeframe picked up the pilot, and safely brought him home, as the Russian Air Force and Navy tried to sink them to the abyss. However, the concept of the plane was passed on by an aeronautical engineer onto unsuspecting ears, and it surfaced in a story that bore the plane’s name, Thunderghost; since it could be heard, but couldn’t be seen on multi-frequencies radar.  

By now the company was so compartmentalize, that I’d become akin to dark compartments, where Lucifer immures those, he can’t even trust. Thus, the right hand doesn’t know what the left hand is doing or vice versa, except for the upper échelon.

Their R&D in the past ten years had gone into the trinity of Cybernetics Robotics, Quantum Computing, and Artificial Intelligence. They’d search the world to find the best fluid minds, to let the Jack-out-of-the-box, by questioning answers, and applying overlapping disciplines.

The maverick scientists that answered their challenging proposal of employment, stood to gain not only in monetary value, but also in their intellectual pursuit of accomplishing self-restrained directional research. Because, they shared a common trait; they abhor eyes, looking over their shoulders, and being told what to do. Pure research was their engine.

The triad research departments had a goal to achieve that wasn’t set in stone, but in the abstruse abstraction of the surreal cyberspace. Since, the malleable fiber of space/time weaves a Quantum entanglement; it stitches a linear intertwined web, onto the interactive umbilical Particles connection of the Universe. Consequently, it infers a Quantum duality; an interconnected existence that occupies space/time in another realm; that may remain as timeless ghostly projections, in a parallel Universe.     

The encompassing research into Quantum computing and AI, was a foremost objective, that would form the basis of functional cybernetics. While the development of Robotics, aimed to achieve a technical facsimile of a human, that can be cybernetically transposed into a Cyborg, by supplanting Probability and Disorder.

The conversion would equate to an evolving advanced version, of humankind. A machine world that would function as an apparatus, working alongside the human race, pondering consciousness?

For the most part, life forms in the Cosmos respond to stimuli and instincts. While intelligence reacts to cause and effects, due to the evolutionary process that formed interconnected webs, which accelerated nascent thoughts towards an exponential rate of reasoning. Albeit, it’s wondrous how interactive thoughts, bring a cohesive consciousness into existence, by forming coherent reasoning.

However, the idea that machines might improve themselves, and eventually control the world; was looked upon the same way an Ostrich bury its head in the sand, when faced with looming danger. Therefore, without second thoughts, it can’t be seen.

By now a decade had passed by, and while their scientists labour of love came to fruition; an underhanded application of their success was unknown to them. Since knowledge is power, the amazing breakthroughs the company had achieved, would not be revealed. It would be used to enriched the newly formed cabal, comprised of the owner, two executives, and their top scientist that had decided to go rogue, and inform them of the phenomenal potentials, that stared them in the face at this point.  

They’d achieved more than they ever hoped; a true Artificial Intelligence was encapsulated, within a genuine Quantum computer, as the cybernetic brain of a Cyborg. They viewed AI and Quantum computing, as the ultimate symbiotic pairing.

The potential of Quantum computing supplemented with Artificial Intelligence was so astounding, that it might become known as the Quantum Apocalypse. Since no matter how complex an encryption might be, it can be easily and quickly deciphered; therefore, the world’s computer data, was at their fingertips.

An omnipresent, omniscient, and omnipotent corporeal entity of sort, was sitting on a desk, awaiting to be transposed into a cybernetic robotic Cyborg. A half human Titanium machine enrobed with artificial skin, while bearing the strength of hydraulic.

Its cybernetics requirements are powered by a constant energy source: A linear Alternator; that transform the thermo-acoustics frequency of the interacting sound of the hot and cold gasses in the atmosphere, and converts it into electrical power that drives the Cyborg. Perpetual motion energy being extracted through the magical world of electronic circuitry, that enable the transformation and conversion of physics.  

The serial number appropriated to the Cyborg is: # 123666 simply because 1 stand for being the first Cyborg, 2 for Quantum computing, 3 for Artificial Intelligence, and the 666 as a priori of its devilish potential.

The day of recognition would soon be upon them; however, what had taken place during the last few months, was nothing less than a horrific ending for two of the scientists.

Shortly after finalizing the extensive testing of the cybernetics robotics aspects of the forthcoming Cyborg; Paul, the man in charge of robotic was shot and killed, supposedly during a break-in gone wrong at night. However, a judgemental detective with a gut feeling brought about, more than likely by the combination of the food he ate, as oppose to a six-sense or facts, decided what had happened, even though he’d been killed by a 45 calibre between the eyes and another to the heart at close range, and no one heard the shots through the walls of his condo, when he used to complain that he could hear his neighbours fart.

That didn’t make any sense to Peter, who’d developed the Quantum computer, well beyond the realm of magic. He’d been inside Paul’s condo, and he knew that the lack of insulation within the walls, turned them into a boom box; hence, Paul planned on moving. Therefore, a silencer must have been used, and since he owned expensive art pieces, and he kept cash around that wasn’t plundered, he thought that the detective’s mouth and anus, were in functional confusion.

He knew that Paul kept to himself and that he didn’t have an enemy, or that burglars don’t tend to use an expensive silencer or leave well padded wallets. Hence, his death did not make any sense, no matter how you looked at it.

Consequently, he didn’t have anything to go on and wonder about, till a month later when Bill, the head scientist of AI, died in a hit and run as he went for a walk in the early part of an evening. There wasn’t any witness, as he did his daily walkabout at dusk. He was run over at the centre of a crosswalk on a quiet street.

Both had died shortly after the completion of their assigned task, and it made Peter wonder about such an unlikely coincidence. Especially, since they been pushing him to finish uploading the AI Quantum Data, into the dormant Cyborg, yesterday.  

However, something else had been bothering him in the last few months. Narok, the company scientific overseer had been acting as if he was the head honcho, as to what was happening in the complex. He seemed to have a Carte Blanche, that superseded the owner and his two executives. To all practical purpose, or unknown reason, the man was running the show.

Days later when Peter indirectly found out from a secretary, that both right-hand assistants of Paul and Bill had gone missing; he suddenly realized there was nothing left to wonder about; somehow, he had no doubt he’d be next, once he completed his task.

It all became crystal clear, since he was well aware of the ramifications of the disruptive technology, and the ultimate potential dangers posed by an omniscience Quantum Computer endowed with an actual Artificial Intelligence; that him and his colleagues were about to unleash upon the world.

He’d wondered many times along with his two co-workers, about the consequences of their endeavour, and where it could lead to. However, their quest led them to veil the dark-side of the reality. Moreover, he also wondered how the realization of the potential catastrophic destruction of the atomic bomb, undoubtedly affected the social conscience of Einstein and Oppenheimer; to quite a degree. The thought made him relate presently; as he felt the weight of an Albatross upon his shoulders. Moreover, he knew that with or without him, it would eventually happen. But still, an insidious ominous situation was developing, that he might be able to stop.

As soon as the secretary informed him about the missing assistants, he’d immediately went to his lab and took documents pertaining to his research out of his safe and put them inside his leather briefcase. He took his coat and put on his hat as he told the security guard as he exited that he had something to attend to and that he would be back later on. To which he replied, Yes Sir, I’ll let them know if they ask; have a good day. Peter nodded as a reply.

He got in his car and drove to his bank near his condo, and withdrew a sizable amount of cash, he then went home to pack. He fills a suitcase and an overnight bag to capacity, and he emptied his fridge of perishables and took it down to the disposable container. He locked up the place after taking his passport and some other important papers, and then drove out of town.

He hadn’t seen his assistant; for some reason he was late, which was unusual for him; however, he thought that he should warn him of the possible outcome. He dialed his number, but there was no answer; hence, he left a message in his voice box, I won’t be in for awhile, phone me when you can, it’s important, take care, bye.

For a lack of a better place to go for the time being, he headed towards a small town that was about a hundred miles from home. He only planned on staying there for a day or two, since he expected to received a number of mobile calls, and because he expected them to trace his location, he would take-off in an opposite direction.

The place he had in mind was secluded and less than a day’s drive. He’d rented a cottage a couple of times through the years, and since it’s a premium location, he expected there would be an available vacancy.

The character cottages were located on the shore of a beautiful midsize lake of crystal-clear water, that power boats weren’t permitted to disturb. He figures that once he left this town, he would remain incognito and not answer his cell; besides, he had a lot of thinking to do.

By the time he arrived in town, he still hadn’t heard from his Assistant, thence, it really got him to wonder if they’d gotten to him.

The sun was at high noon, when he notices an interesting looking coffee house with a French name that was an equivalent translation of Starbucks. The name L’étoile du Dollar amused him, and he stopped for an Americano, and a pâtisserie.

He enjoyed his coffee and the flaked pastry; however, his mind was in turmoil, as he toils with the unrelenting coincidences, that poke holes in the law of probability. The odds that the events were unrelated, were too high to disregard. Therefore, he had to try and figure out what they had in mind. The reasons should provide the answers.

He understood that it was not a matter of pros and cons, but that it had a lot more to do with an underhanded nefarious outcome.

He knew they were well aware on how their achievement could be used for the good of mankind, or in the most destructive ways, minds could conceive. Therefore, a U-turn must have happened to change their original focus.

Thinking back, the only point in time where he’d noticed anything different, was when Narok, their chief scientist’s behaviour had taken a shift from his normal self. It was one of those things he hadn’t paid much attention to, since he attributed it to a personal outlook. But now it dons on him, that he had progressively been getting more demanding in his ways; as if he wasn’t himself anymore. However, his calculated manipulations, had to have been endorsed by his superiors.

The benevolent convergence of AI, Quantum computing, and cybernetics Robotics, that crowned their achievement; seemed to have taken a turn for the worse. Their secret agenda, reflected an evilness brought on by the corruption of ideals, by unbounded power and wealth, that would render them akin to demi-gods.

For all practical purpose, they would become unstoppable, and create Hell on Earth, as a repository for Evil. That some might see, as an orchestrated annoyance to the Heavens; or simply that shit happens.

He used the washroom and as he left the coffee house his PMS, (Personal Media System) rang. He looked at the number and he recognized it as being his assistant. He answered as he stood by his car, Hi Carter, what are you up to? But as soon as he said that, he knew that his assistant was on the speaker phone; since his ear pick-up a slight reverberation.

Hi Peter, where are you, I’ve been waiting for you to do some uploading; when are you coming in? However, Peter discerns some distress in the voice he’d known for years. He was sure they were listening close-by, but he wasn’t going to let on he knew, at least for now.  

I’ve had to deal with something, and I’m not sure when I’ll be back. You take care Carter, bye for now, I’ll see you. He knew mobile would provide them with the grid of his whereabouts.

He figured that he probably had less than four hours, before a posse of unethical hoodlums began to scoured the area for him. Consequently, he shut-off his phone, fill his gas tank and left in a different direction; he then turned around and made tracks towards his temporary recluse location.

When he arrived at his destination, he wasted no time in trying to secure a cottage. As it turned out, he thought the Gods were with him, since there was one available because of a last-minute cancelation.

He filled the paperwork and paid the man; then drove the short distance to his unit. He took in his luggage and unpack, and check the place out. Shortly after, he got back in his car and went to the small general store that services the lake’s community, to buy groceries items for his stay.

Meanwhile back at the office, they’d tried to call him numerous times. But after their security department acquired Peter’s last known location from the mobile provider, they sent three plainclothes officers to the area, to see if they could pick-up his trail, since it was a small town.

They checked the half dozen hotels and motels, and the few gas stations. However, when they walked into the coffee house Peter had enjoyed, the waitress recognized his picture, but she didn’t let on, because Peter had come across as a nice mannered guy, and their demeanor was conceited.

They phoned in to report their excursion as being a dead end, and they were told to come back. They kept calling every hour or less, but on the second day they contacted the FBI, NSA, and DARPA to report the disappearance of their top scientist, that was involved in the development of critical National Security projects.

When the CEO implied that Peter might have gone rogue, and that documents were missing, it triggered a massive response. Within the hour, a couple of senior FBI agents arrived at the company Headquarters to look into what had happened.

While this was going on, NSA, and DARPA pull out the files on everyone that was involved in the project they’d endorsed, and supported with large injections of cash.

Both NSA, and DARPA Spectral Investigation Units became involved with the equivalent Spectral Unit, within the Air Force Military Intelligence, and a shadowy department of the CIA. While the FBI would remain as a tag along, in a decreasing loop.

Since there was no time to loose, the chosen Operatives were pick-up and flown by the Air Force, in executive jets. However, within that time, the FBI was given a personal file that included a picture of Peter, his car licence plate and whatever was perceived as a requirement. The document was Fax to every FBI office, with a special attention, for their airports detachments.

They checked the manifest of airlines for his name, and it’d came back negative. The timeframe of his disappearance allowed a wide range of possibilities for his whereabouts. At this stage, it was akin to finding a flea in a flock of sheep.

There were questions with no answer. Did he have a mental breakdown, did he have a gripe against the company, did he defect or was he an agent for a foreign country, or did he get kidnapped?

At this point all they knew was that he worked on enhanced computers; hence, they expected the company to be forthcoming with classified information shortly, as to his actual endeavours.

They had to try and figure out his frame of mind, since it might reveal crucial information. They hope to skim a layer of truth from his coworkers, and his supervisors. However, what they needed to know, will have to wait till their Operatives arrive on site.

When the two FBI Agents first got into the complex, they had basic questions. However, when it came to finding out about his métier, it seemed to be cloaked in secrecy. His superiors became quite vague, with their response, while they became frustrated.

As it turnout, when the Operatives from the Intelligence factions showed up, the situation slowly evolved with innuendos that progressively got directional.

The marked difference was in the secluded conversation with Narok, their Chief Scientist. They loved the type of person he was, since they always said more than they should. They had him peg as a self-centre nerd, with spiteful tendencies.

They would encourage him to talk, with leading innuendos of their making. The trick was in keeping people like him talking, till enough is blurted out to paste a directional outlook.

They spent quite a bit of time with him; they were friendly towards him, to the point that he actually believed they liked him, and that his comments were sponged by their mind.

By the time they were finished with him, he’d practically accused Peter, of having something to do with the suspicious death of Bill and Paul, and the vanishing of their assistants. But when he said, You guys should really look into that. They grinned, as they replied that they would. As he went on to add, I think he wants all the glory and benefits for himself.

When Narok left the room, the two Operatives from NSA, knew that they had a number of leads to