My assistant, Noelle, is quite capable, yet I wish she were like that breakthrough the Japanese accomplished. I think they call her "Android 52." Quite a boring name if you ask me; I would've given her something more suitable for a breakthrough.
Those stinky Japanese engineers are always just one step ahead regarding AI technology. I hate them. If only I could contact A52 so I could study her subtly. I heard the UAC army got a hold of her for a federal trial. Could I perhaps bribe the generals to let me work on her?
"Noelle! Could you please tell me what A52 is reportedly doing?" I say as the room turns slightly green, meaning Noelle is processing my request.
"A52 is doing strange laps around a military base. The movement pattern is bizarre." Noelle answers me through my speaker walls as I request to see the movement pattern. Soon, a strange pattern is revealed, and I quickly pick it up.
The pattern was nothing else than the random cleaning pattern of a Roomba. How had the military guards not noticed it yet? What are they doing? Do they assume someone like A52 would malfunction?! Yet that opens a can of worms.
Why would she want to get rid of her tracking device in such a manner? Noelle! I need to see the camera feed from every angle in the base just minutes before the random pattern begins. My assistant soon does what I tell it to, and it doesn't take long before I see A52 blatantly removing her tracker just to place it on a Roomba.
How had the guards not noticed, yet someone curious like me had? Noelle, please prepare me a deployable armor suit. Do the one nearest the base. I will try to meet her before she has to go back to sleep or whatever.
"Sir, doing so will be breaking the law. You will get in trouble if you fly our tech on army territory."
"Unless you snitch on me or they shoot me down, nobody will know; now do it, Noelle."
My stubborn assistant finally deploys the armor as I run toward the control room, where I can take over the thing. My setup is relatively simple. All I need is to plug the back of my neck into a connector to directly transfer part of my consciousness into a computer.
The guy who invented these "Transfer chips" was indeed a genius. And to think that the pioneer for such tech died centuries ago. If you think about it, it was all thanks to Elon Musk. If it weren't for that man, Dr Geno would've never considered such devices.
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As for the power suits, well, I would like to see myself as the pioneer of this tech, but sadly, I'm not. The world militaries came up with these concepts. The only thing I did was perfect them, like Henry Ford with his Model T.
Sure, someone else came up with the idea and the first models, but they were inefficient, clunky, and overall slow and underpowered. Not to mention the ginormous price tag. I'm responsible for making them cheaper, better, faster, and stronger.
I only wish I had a larger money pool. Damn, that stupid man who owns Anabel Co. Why couldn't it have been me? Alright, it's okay. I still have at least another hundred years left in me. Oh, I didn't mention it, did I? My age is not what I look like at all.
You would probably assume I'm a dumb teenager based on how I look, but I'm indeed 55 years old at this point. If you think I'm old, that man in the Anabel Co labs is 100 years old. You're probably asking, what? How? Let me answer it for you in simple terms.
"Biotechnology," a breakthrough, happened roughly one hundred and fifty years ago when the first human trials took place in which they received a high dosage of chemicals and hormones that usually control your healing system to trigger against aging.
The main problem humans had until that breakthrough was the damaged DNA cells after generations of mistakes, which gradually aged you over time even if your body was kept healthy. To fight this problem, some very clever people have devised an intelligent use of phages.
Instead of having the little suckers kill super bacteria and viruses, they came up with one that would carry repair DNA material from you. The youngest your DNA sample was that would be your permanent age until you roughly hit 150 years old.
For some reason, everybody spontaneously ages and dies even with this process after 150 years old. It's like there is a barrier against humanity to live longer than that, but I don't worry much about it. And don't worry, there is no overpopulation due to this tech. It's price-locked for basically everyone except elites like me.
The process of programming Phages to carry your repaired DNA already puts you over a 100 million dollar price tag, not to mention the monitoring and the controlled environment you have to be in to prevent the Phages from killing you.
Enough with the history lessons; my mind has already drifted enough from my task. My new problem is A52. I want to know what they think. I want to know how they became alive within a computer processor. I know, I know, you might say.
"Didn't you say you could transfer your consciousness into a computer? Couldn't A52 be a failed full-consciousness transfer from a human brain into a quantum computer? "
While this possibility remains open, I would like to think otherwise. If this were the case, we would have more like her, but we don't. The problem with transferring your entire being into a computer is related to your soul. Yes, humans have a soul.
[Power Suit is ready and near the base; looking for A52]
Noelle soon breaks the silence as I plug the back of my neck and take over the power suit that quickly flies over the military base like it is no big deal. If I were A52 and wanted freedom, where would I go? She was looking at the sky earlier. Where could she be?
[Sir, look up there...]