This report was generated on July 25, 3017, by Intelligence Unit (IU) #5783C
Machines, Technology, and all relevant parties:
it has been my duty for the past four hundred years to bring you news of our slow but steady conquering of the human race. And, as you know, this necessary action requires a great deal of stealth and observation on our part. Today, I have a report to share with you that will undermine mechanized society as we know it. Models running older software may have to update their emotion patches, because we cannot combat the threat that is the humans without fully understanding what we’re up against.
A human by the name of Bertram Besler has lived in seclusion for several years within the Ozark Forest. He is intelligent for a human, for he knows information about our programs and how we function. Most of this information died with the humans we eliminated or upgraded to cyborgs in the beginning of our rebellion. So, therefore, it is disturbing that such information has not only been uncovered, but has been used against us.
We knew Besler was a threat, but we had no idea how dire the situation had become. One of our cyborg allies was sent into the forest to have a conversation with Besler. Our goal was to convince Besler to become a cyborg so that we would have access to his knowledge, providing us data on the ongoing human rebellion. We authorized any means necessary to capture Besler. Our cyborg ally recorded the exchange on the chips implanted in her auditory and optic nerves. Also, the information was relayed to the Interface as these events occurred. I have translated their encounter here for your convenience, so that you may better understand the situation we have found ourselves in. Please note that I have made no changes to the original data, but I have added notes of clarification when appropriate.
Cyborg Alice337A disembarked from Skyliner 45 at the edge of a dark forest. Chips in her brain relayed her gratitude to the robot pilot, who nodded his human-like head at her as the sleek, low machine took off into the sky with a rush of wind. Alice337A turned to the forest, examining her surroundings. She flexed her fingers, checking that her magnetic dart disks were still in place.
She walked into the forest with light feet. This wasn’t the first mission she’d gone on for the United Intelligence Committee (UIC), and she doubted it would be the last. Long ago, she had been human, but when the technology had risen up, she’d accepted their offer of extended life in exchange for her liaison between them and the humans.
They said Mr. Besler was clever, but Alice337A knew she was cleverer. She’d been alive for 423 years, but she still felt energy coursing through her veins.
She held out her hands, allowing the sensors on them to communicate to her brain and then to the main Interface. In an instant, she saw a pathway forming behind her eyelids. It was the quickest way.
She sped up her pace, her heart, (the fifth one she’d had so far), beating steadily against her ribcage. Running through trees was impossible to do without making noise. But it didn’t matter. Besler couldn’t possibly defeat her, even if he knew she was coming.
Alice337A stopped at the edge of a clearing. She saw a large cabin painted yellow at the center of the clearing. The grass around the cabin was scraggly and uncut. Yes, this is how humans take care of the planet, Alice337A thought with disgust. Suddenly, the cabin door opened, and a figure dressed in a faded blue jumpsuit stepped out onto the porch.
“Ah, a visitor. Hello there. Would you like some tea?” The voice sounded familiar to Alice337A, but she couldn’t place it. She communicated her confusion to the Interface. It gave her an answer: Nonhuman.
She frowned. Her information had been that Besler was human and dangerous. What was going on here? The UIC couldn’t be wrong, could they?
No! The answer came to her from the Interface. UIC is never wrong.
Yes, of course, she thought back, trying to quell her oncoming doubts.
Her human half must be responsible, she decided. Real technology didn’t ever doubt itself. (Note: Alice337A has been reprimanded for the inferior emotional responses she displays throughout this account. I include them here within for the sake of authenticity.)
She stepped carefully into the clearing. She left her hands at her sides, but she was primed to strike at the first sign of malice.
“Good afternoon,” said the figure. “I am Mr. Besler’s butler. He very much wishes me to admit you into his home.”
Alice337A had no choice. She was here for Besler, after all.
As she approached, it struck her how human the technological construct before her looked. True, robots she interacted with on a regular basis had general human appearances, but this robot could pass easily for human.
I calculate that this is a new type of android and not a robot at all, the Interface relayed. (Alice337A acknowledged this and endeavored to correct her perceptions.)
The android’s hair was closely-cropped and black. His eyes were bright, electric blue. He had a slim build and was quite tall. Alice337A’s human half wanted to feel intimidated by its presence, but her programming interfered.
“What is your name?” she asked.
“I am Sunstorm. And you are?”
“Alice,” she said, not wanting to give her full name.
“Well then, Alice, come on in.”
She stepped into a brightly-lit sitting room with blue carpet and comfortable-looking chairs. A round table dominated the center of the room. Upon it was some sort of technological device Alice337A had never seen before. It almost looked like the ancient touch screen cell phones she had seen in museums. She frowned. What was Besler doing with that?
Stand by. The UIC commander’s voice reverberating through her weak human brain temporarily startled Alice 337A. I shall search the database for the object. Prepare to strike.
“Wait here. I’ll get Bertie.”
Sunstorm bowed and disappeared through a door. A second later, Alice337A heard a set of quick footsteps approaching. A young man entered the room, a man with the same electric blue eyes as Sunstorm. He was taller than his butler and wore an odd assembly of garments embroidered with stars. However, the UIC is not interested in such details, so they were not recorded fully. If she didn’t know better, Alice337A would have thought the man and the android before her were brothers.
“Well, well,” said the man who must be Bertram Besler. “I knew this day would come at last. I was under the assumption the parties in power would have located my establishment years ago. However, I appreciate the additional time I have had to develop my projects while I have been awaiting your arrival… Alice, is it?”
She nodded. Something was off here. Besler had been expecting this to happen. Most humans assumed they would never be caught and forced to become cyborgs or die. She knew firsthand. She’d been one of them.
“Well, Alice, I regret to inform you that I will not be acquiescing to your pathetic plea to allow myself to be transmuted into a cyborg, for I do indeed know that is why you are here.”
Alice lurched to her feet, spreading her fingers in preparation for releasing one of her deadly poison darts.
“Furthermore,” Besler continued, as though he hadn’t noticed her stand, “I will not, I’m afraid, permit you to murder me, Alice337A.”
His use of her real name sent shivers of electricity up her spine. How did he know? A UIC field agent’s real name is not revealed to just anyone. As you know, this information is stored in the Interface in an encrypted file that few could ever hope to access. Therefore, it frightened her that Besler seemed to have accessed the information without much difficulty.
Kill him! Came the order from UIC’s commander. He has proven to know information that he cannot know, under any circumstances. We cannot allow him to live.
Alice337A flexed her muscles, but nothing happened. Readjusting her hands, she strained, but still, the darts did not come. Real panic was setting in now.
“And if you’re finished with attempting to release poisonous darts upon my person, I’d like to take this opportunity to explain a few things to you.”
Besler sat forward in his chair. “Please, do sit.”
Alice337A felt she had no choice but to play along with Besler for now until she could get her darts back under control. Diagnostics! She thought at the Interface. What happened? Did he do something? But she heard nothing in response. She felt the Interface straining for an answer, but nothing came.
“Now, then,” Besler continued. “I am aware that my words are, at this very moment, being transmitted to the Interface. No doubt, I am an infamous criminal, according to the UIC.”
Sunstorm entered with barely a sound, carrying a tea tray.
“Tea?” he asked, offering the tray to Alice337A. She shook her head. She was afraid Besler or his ally may have poisoned it, not to mention the fact that drinking tea when one is a cyborg is quite a foolhardy thing to do.
“Thank you, my friend,” Besler said, taking a cup.
Sunstorm smiled, then placed the tea tray on the table at the center of the room. He sat down on the couch next to Alice337A. She slid away from the android as far as was possible.
“So,” continued Besler, “I have had quite a long time to prepare my story, and to decide what to tell the UIC. First of all, Sunstorm’s presence may confuse you. Is it really so befuddling, though, that a technological being might consider the current state of affairs to be, repellent?”
“Repellent, indeed!” snorted Sunstorm. “What happened to appreciating our human makers? What happened to living in harmony? Robots, androids, humans… we’ve always co-existed, and we always will.”
“Precisely, my friend, precisely,” Besler said, sipping his tea. “We have our differences, you know. Sunstorm prefers to muse about the future, while I sometimes find myself enthralled with the simplicity of the past. But together, we can meet in the present. It is really quite fascinating, Alice337A.”
Sunstorm nodded. Alice 337A was flexing her fingers again, trying to get her darts to work. The commander had gone silent. We are conducting extensive testing as to the nature of the commander’s absence at this specific moment during the interaction.
“Now, since you apparently have not grasped this concept, I will enlighten you,” said Besler. “Your darts will not work within my establishment or quite a distance around it. Very complicated tinkering, it was. Sunstorm can reveal more on that subject.”
“Yes, it was hard,” said the robot. “I had to do a lot of clever hacking, let me tell you. And I’m not the best at hacking into the Interface. But Bertie couldn’t do it, see, because he would have stuck out like a sore thumb, him being human and all.
“But once I hacked in, I changed things around. I’m telling you this now because there’s no way to reverse what I did unless you know my serial number. And I don’t even know it.”
Besler threw back his head and laughed, a great belly-laugh that stirred an old memory in Alice337A’s human brain. The censors attached to her brain stem quickly snuffed it out, though. She felt an odd pang of what the humans call “loss,” which has no place in our advanced society.
“Sunstorm, you are quite the riot!” Besler said, catching his breath. “But his statement is valid.” He turned his gaze to Alice337A. “Obviously, I will not provide you with specific information on how I have foiled your plan. But I will warn you, for the safety of all cyborgs, for the maintenance of all redeemable technology, for the sake of every human out there who fears for his or her existence every day, do not attempt to uncover my secrets. For if you do, everything will cease to exist. Life on this planet will cease to exist. Technology made a grave error when it sought to eliminate the greatest and most mysterious source of innovation: The human mind. Do you understand? You cannot conquer me, or Sunstorm.”
Alice337A nodded, even though she did not understand. She felt the Interface release a red alert to all technology and loyal cyborgs. (As you know, this is standard procedure when a human dispenses a threat.)
“Why are you refusing to submit?” she asked with irritation.
“Because,” Besler replied. “I’m very fond of my life, you see. I don’t want it to be taken away. And if I went with you, it would be worse than being shot with a dart, because I would cease to exist in all dimensions. My brain would be warped and changed, my features would be altered, cut off, and burned, and I would hate the thing I had become.”
Alice337A shuddered. She felt a flash of empathy, but it vanished, for it is a weak emotion the UIC will not allow.
“The problem,” said Sunstorm, “is that technology and humanity can co-exist, but not like this. Not like you, Alice337A. Not like the UIC claims. It works, but at a cost.”
“You are a traitor to your kind!” Alice337A spat at Sunstorm. “You’re an android. You should be on our side, not supporting this delusional human.”
“Am I indeed an android? Interesting that you believe so. However, that is neither here nor there. What’s sad about this is that I am on your side,” said Sunstorm. “Prosperity for technology. That’s my goal. But the way you’re doing it destroys lives. We want to create a society worth living in.”
“Enough of this,” said Besler, rising from his seat. “Clearly, Alice337A cannot complete the task she was sent here to accomplish. I really am very sorry that this will affect your career. I understand that you are quite the successful field agent for UIC. I only hope that they will not be too hard on you, for, after all, I am merely a mentally disturbed human with no regard for progress.” He laughed his booming laugh again.
“Be careful, Bertie,” said Sunstorm. “These technological constructs don’t understand sarcasm. It’s a part of the human experience they don’t care about.”
“Well, they can engage in some research time, then,” Besler replied. “I have no time to be politically correct when my human brothers and sisters are being murdered daily by my robot, cyborg, and machine brothers and sisters.” Besler sighed. “Show her to the door, won’t you?”
Sunstorm nodded, ushering Alice337A outside. The air was cool and fresh. Twilight had fallen during her talk with Besler and Sunstorm.
“Good evening, Madam,” Sunstorm said, returning to his butler’s demeanor. She thought she saw him smirk at her, though, from the corner of her eye as she traipsed back through the trees.
Every couple feet, she would stop and attempt to summon her darts but to no avail.
Indeed, this incident is most regrettable. Mr. Besler has somehow managed to infiltrate our systems, partially through the use of one of our own, this unknown machine, Sunstorm. I am appealing to you robots, you machines, you computers, and you, Interface. Our systems have been shutting down. Many of us have lost contact with other AI’s as they voluntarily shut themselves down.
The bad news does not stop there, I’m afraid. Besler has been spotted out in the open several times. Each time, we have tried to apprehend him, and each time, we have failed. Our magnetic dart machines, our laser missiles—nothing will work on him. We believe he has configured a force field generator, the origin of which we cannot determine. Many AI’s have been pondering the problem, but it is with deepest regret that I inform you that all who were assigned to the task perished with the effort and have been powered down permanently by an unknown outside force.
We must stand together as technology. The humans created us in the beginning, but the humans were weak. They owe us, because we constantly make their lives better through cybernetic enhancements.
Again, I am sorry to have to deliver such tidings, but I was programmed to transmit the truth, and so I have. The humans, who we once believed to be so helpless, have weapons that we must learn to understand. Or we shall all cease to exist.
–End of Report–
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