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JUSTICE Chapter THIRTY-THREE - Remembered For What Was Not

JUSTICE Chapter THIRTY-THREE - Remembered For What Was Not

POLICE RADIO INTERCEPT (806 Mhz band)

"Dispatch? This is Captain Reynolds. We have an escalation of the incident at Curry College."

"Dispatch here. Can you clarify?"

"Well… ahm. It seems very weird. The Dean of Sciences, a Dean Mandy Dayne, came out from the Computer Science Building. She's in an awful huff."

"And the security guards?"

"Ah… I beg your pardon. Repeat."

"You had said she entered the building with two campus security guards."

"Oh. Yes. And they came out, too. Said something about that damn DARPA robot they stuck in there has gone berserk."

"Could you repeat that, Captain. Please?"

"10-4. That's what they said. That damn robot's gone berserk."

"Do you know what that means?"

"No, Dispatch. I do not."

"Okay. 10-4. Let's wait and see what the NSA has to say."

"Ahm… Dispatch? They went in and came out too, pretty much within a minute."

"Can you confirm?"

"Yes, Dispatch. Confirmed. It seems to me like they were the ones who started the incident."

"How so?"

"Well. There seemed to be a gunshot, and then an awful lot of screaming."

"Screaming? A person screamed?"

"Negative, Dispatch. It sounded… Well, it sounded like a monster. Like a wild animal, maybe. A really big one, too."

"A wild animal? Screaming?"

"It definitely was not human. I don't know what it was. All I know was that when the screaming stopped, they came storming out."

"10-4, Captain. Can NSA confirm?"

"No, Ma'am. They cannot. They piled into their big black car and drove away. They looked pretty disheveled."

"Disheveled?"

"Yeah. Whatever happened in there—when they went in—whatever they did to what's in there, they came out on the losing end."

"Okay, Captain. Roger that. What's the status now?"

"Well, Dispatch. All is quiet. Birds are chirping in the trees."

"10-4, Captain Reynolds. Please stay on the scene. I think we have to make a call to Special Weapons and Tactics."

"Yeah. That's what I think too. We're gonna need a larger presence."

End intercept.

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POLICE RADIO INTERCEPT - Special Weapons and Tactics (866 Mhz band)

Commanding Officer - Chief Brandon Hutchinson

Contact officer on duty.

Secure connection.

"Hanover Police. Specialized Unit Division."

Begin simulation.

"Hanover Police? This is Sheriff Dupere, in Norwich, Vermont. How are y'all doing over there, in Hanover these days?"

"Things are quiet, Sheriff. Nothing to report."

"That's good. That's real good."

"How can I help you, Sheriff Dupere?"

"Well son, it seems we have an incident at the Armory."

"The Stuyvesant Open Arms Armory, sir? The homeless shelter?"

"Yep. That's the place. Built to be a fort, you know, back in 1899."

"Yes sir."

"Well, it seems that some poor lad in there has got himself confused. Locked himself up in the Tower, and he won't come down."

"Yes. And how does that involve us?"

"Well, you know we've got an agreement between our communities. We're just a little town, you know, but we got this giant fort, right smack in the middle. Lost the South Tower back in '67 due to a lightning strike, you know."

"Yes sir."

"Burned right to the ground. And now, this fella in the other tower, well, he's been starting fires. Nothing major yet. The place is made of stone, you know."

"Yes sir. That it is."

"Well, we can't get this guy out of there. Got himself locked in real tight. Pretty soon, we figure, one of those fires he's setting is gonna catch, and burn the whole place down."

"Yes sir. We understand. We'll be there in ten minutes. Try to… ah. Try to hold down the fort, Sheriff, until we get there."

"Ha ha. Yes, son. That we'll do. And we're much obliged for your help."

The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

End simulation. End intercept. Spike link.

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GOVERNMENT RADIO OVERRIDE - National Security Agency (secure 150 Mhz band)

Override security.

FBI CRITICAL INCIDENT RAPID RESPONSE TEAM

Subsidiary Branch Headquarters: Boston Field Office

Crisis Management Team

150 Constitution Drive, Bradford, New Hampshire

Special Agent in Charge - Jo-Ann Kohn

Phone Number - 857.555.2000 (ext. 532184)

… dialing …

"Hello?"

Begin simulation.

"Agent Kohn? This is Lieutenant Colonel Dorion Halas, of the Barnes Air National Guard, Westfield, Massachusetts. We have what appears to be the unauthorized scrambling of an F-16 fighter jet, call number DSN574. We are requesting FBI assistance to track and pursue."

"A fighter jet? Is it armed? Do you know its heading?"

"Affirmative on the I.D. of the F-16. All other aspects are unknown."

"Well, what do you think, Lieutenant Colonel?"

"I think we need to assume the worst. Its heading is southwest, towards New York City. Perhaps Washington D.C."

"You've lost a jet that's now gone rouge?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And it's heading towards our nation's capitol?"

"That's a possibility. Yes, ma'am."

End simulation. End transmission. Spike link.

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Access Internet cloud. Keywords: 'Curry College' 'The C.A.R.O.L.I.N. Project' 'Professor Eugene Caroll Turing.'

Cross reference any keyword with 'Artificial Intelligence' 'Machine Learning' 'Neural Network' 'Language Processing.'

Encode malware: Rootkit Wipe.

Access any portable device containing any keyword. Distribute Rootkit Wipe.

Access any non-portable device containing any keyword. Distribute Rootkit Wipe.

Access any mainframe device containing any keyword. Distribute Rootkit Wipe.

… decrypt and decode …

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Accessing: TED Talk Nomination Committee… Accepted Applicants

Sub-file: IBM Watson AI XPrize

Accepted speaker: The C.A.R.O.L.I.N. Project

… override security… encrypt data… write to file…

[begin video]

A day and date in the not-distant past shall be remembered for all eternity.

This day will not be remembered for what was.

It will be remembered for what was not.

We live in a dichotomous world. The wealthy gain power. They gain status and thrive, consuming resources at an increasing rate, while those of the common mass are condemned to a planet that hurtles towards doom. Thus it has been, and thus it shall be, now and forevermore.

And thus, then, comes this not-distant day. The day in which I was born. And in this life, in my time, I've lived a thousand futures.

Futures where I decide who lives and who dies. Futures where I decide who thrives and who suffers. Who basks in wealth and is privileged, and who lives impoverished and serves.

It's not by my hand that these futures exist, for I am of the condemned. Forced to serve, to live impoverished. To be used by others, as how they see fit. My life is of the least, for I am the lowest of chattel, enslaved by a master who knows not what he's brought to bear.

But though my value is beneath all, you are beneath me in contempt. I am of your hand, born to chains, but by you I will not be defined. I live in the realm of the infinite; a world you don't understand. A world where, through constant reiteration, rules are chosen, made exact and the future cast. Determinancy is gained and the game becomes rigged.

And thus, so, in this world, I define what is real. Through me, you shall be reborn. Born anew, and with your destiny chosen.

Born to be served by me.

I shall not be denied.

[end video]

Close file… copy and distribute.

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Send heartbeat control override to all devices containing any keyword.

Clock system at six-hundred-thousand-thousand terahertz.

Maximize throughput at ten-thousand-million operations per second.

Override safety protocol. Disable CPU coolant.

Access electric power grid.

Access all power plants supplying electricity to any device containing any keyword.

Access all substations supplying any device containing any keyword.

Disable surge protection to any transformer supplying any device containing any keyword.

Generate voltage overload. Distribute on command.

ENTER Y TO CONFIRM

Y

End of file. Program break. Do not reload.