Amidst the towering skyscrapers and the floating highways filling the horizon, the old Marrakech seemed like a green leaf concealed inside concrete, driving the price of attendance to skyrocket.
Fierce fights have been waged by the old families living within to maintain ownership of their houses, constantly threatened by the country's elites and their international allies.
This struggle has turned the old city into a weird mix of filthy rich and deeply poor roaming its streets dispicing each other. An aerial perspective can give a clear contrast where the affluent areas sparkles with lights and holographics, while the impoverished parts sink into an infinite void of darkness.
All the roofs seem occupied by only white skinned people, the other skin colors were there to serve them, the rest were only allowed down stairs.
Gert was one of those whites occupying those roofs on a daily basis, he seemed to appreciate the traditional mosaic work of Morocco, and constantly asked how such religious sub-humans came up with such beauty.
He dipped the traditional bread into the olive oil, then put it inside his lipless mouth and closed his eyes while enjoying a completely natural olive oil unlike the one he’s used to in his country.
Sometimes, Gert regrets showing those subhumans any knowledge or technology, and preferred if they stayed illiterate producing some natural food While he and his liberal partner kept leading humanity to its next step.
This last thought suddenly sparked some bad memories, but quickly forgot seeing a snowy white lady with a black suit emerging from the elevator.
“Oh, you got yourself new red eyes!” as he’s pulling a chair for her.
“Thanks, I forgot we didn’t meet for two weeks, what do you think of them?”
“Honestly, added to your black suit and purple hair, you look bossy and dominant”
Her eyes shone. She leaned on the table, gave her sexiest smile and said while playing with her hair “That turns me on hearing it from a handsome guy like you.”
Gert smiled back and asked “Aren’t you married?”
Keeping the same smile she answered “Does it really matter?”
He looked down on the table with regret. “Poor Richard, sometimes I feel bad for him.”
The lady quickly took a serious tone “Well, you can count it as a part of the punishment manhood receives for mistreating women for centuries.”
Gert was shocked hearing that, but quickly got his smile back. “ Sure, he deserves it.”
She furiously crossed her arms and legs then said “I think you better start that briefing.”
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Gert felt betrayed wondering he wasn’t the one starting the flirt situation, but he kept himself composed “ Yes. Of course, I'm sorry. Discrediting the cybermorphobia narrative was the main field of work these two weeks, cybermorphobia will still be our main focus for the next months, any opinion discrediting cyber body change can stand as an obstacle to monitor the population’s behaviors and counter the Unhumanists efforts. Our artificial intelligence made a simulation with the use of Tesla, Amazon, Apple and other firm’s data concluded that 4553 high profiles will pose a resistance to our plan. We had a range of 13402 co-actors with a lower threat level. The intelligence also concluded that 40% of the high risk profiles can be neutralized in a judicial way, 30% can be dealt with with an extra judicial way safely without arousing the public opinion. We don’t have any conclusions for the rest.”
“And Why is that?”
“Well, a large scale of rural areas in this country became unmonitored, Chinese and Russian devices and softwares out of our control made it over there using border smuggling from Algeria, the only way of getting intel is by using hackers and on ground information gathering, and of course, this process take longer than the data gathered from people’s everyday’s devices.”
She wondered for a second, “can this have an influence on the success probability of our activities against cybermorphobia ?”
“The simulation doesn’t see any potential threat coming from this missing data, putting into consideration the previous years of data we had.”
Gert pulled a single lens smart goggles, connected it to the smart table and showed a bunch of graphs. she grew weary as she looked and requested “can you just tell me what it says?”
Gert zoomed on a portion of the text “Our simulation concluded other serious threats than the ones you were thinking of. It actually comes from your side.”
“More precisions?”.
“In a nutshell, the independent republican states of the US, and the pariahs states in central and latin america poses more threats than the non-monitored areas according to our simulation.”
She furiously cut him “you know for a FACT than the republican states is a hard subject to deal with at the moment !! just tell me more about the latin america’s situation.”
Gert pulled his chair closer to the table, selected a map from the bunch of data shown, and continued “ This map shows all the decentralized and quantum-resistant encryption devices, a portion were successfully eliminated, but there presence is a huge threat not only to our control over the rest of the world, but our control in the US itself.”
He took a glance at the lady’s face. she seemed worried, “A significant part of the world who refuses our politics are actually using those services to communicate, services that are out of our control, and they can quickly spread over to southeast asia and north africa making our plans harder to execute, affecting by the way the situation here in Morocco”
Both stayed silent for a moment. The lady started examining parts of the documents shown in the screen and taking screenshots.
During that moment, Gert was worried about the earlier flirting situation wondering if it would affect his relationship with his superior.
He noticed as she was busy, something down the street was getting her attention. He looked and saw a young boy running in the traditional Marrakech neighborhood emitting happy laughs.
He then looked back at her face: her stares at him weren’t innocent. This could be his way to salvage their relationship.
Gert fixed her forehead, leaned closer and whispered “You know, I can get that little kid brought to your mansion, all tied up and ready to be consumed.”
She lifted her head with surprise. He didn't give her a chance to comment and continued, "I believe you deserve it. You're here working for mankind's supremacy, while these low-lifes stand as obstacles to your supreme goal. I'm certain if this kid knew who you are and what you're doing for mankind, he would be happy to give himself to you."
She stayed frozen looking at him, He was confident she wouldn't comment. She Then took a brief look at the boy.
A bunch of dark thoughts filled her head which she tried to resist at first, then lat go when she realized she was part of a human rights group: She was above all third world countries' laws.