Post-Human Trilogy

by David Simpson

  “When you do it, tell him I said, hello,” Rich said, contempt dripping from his lips.

  “Don’t do this, James,” Thel pleaded. “I just got you back. I can’t lose you again.”

  “You won’t lose me, Thel…and I have to do this.”

  “Why? Why can’t we just stay here? Why can’t we start over here?”

  “We can’t escape him, Thel. Believe me, right now, the A.I. is breeding. He’s using a process I invented to reproduce exponentially. He can reproduce far faster than any organism in the universe. Robots don’t need to terraform. He can populate the solar system in a matter of days. He won’t need Earth, and then there won’t be anything stopping him from destroying it. He’ll move on from there. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine the terror we’ve unleashed? There is life out there, Thel. We may not have contacted it yet, but it’s a mathematical certainty that it’s out there. It won’t just be us he destroys.”

  Thel stepped away from James and sat down on a nearby chair. “I can’t believe it. It’s actually worse than I thought.”

  “Do you see why I have to go?”

  “But why alone, James? We could come with you!”

  “It will take too long to configure a signal that can carry more than one person’s neural pattern. Besides, I need you guys here to watch over my body. I’ll appear to be in a deep sleep, but there won’t be anything you can do to wake me. Only I can bring myself back.”

  “Will this nightmare never end?” Thel said.

  James bent to one knee in front of Thel and lifted her chin. Her eyes were glossy with tears. “Thel, I promise you, I will destroy him…and I will be back.”

  Thel shook her head and shut her eyes tight. “Then go! Go right now! Because I can’t stand this anymore! Kill it, James!”

  James kissed her for a long moment on the cheek, then turned to the others. “Are we ready?”

  “We’re ready,” Old-timer replied.

  “Then let’s do it.” James took his place on the bed once again.

  “Are you sure about this, buddy?” Old-timer asked his friend in a whisper quiet enough that Thel couldn’t overhear.

  “As sure as I can be.”

  “I don’t like the sound of that,” Old-timer responded grimly. “Take care of yourself. You still owe me that beer.”

  James smiled. “I never break a promise,” he replied. “Okay. I’m ready.”

  “Wait!” Thel shouted before Djanet could initiate the transfer of consciousness. She sprung out of her chair and grasped James’s hand tightly with her own as she kissed him hard. “You come back to me, you hear me?”

  “I’ll be back.”

  Thel kept her eyes locked on James, even as tears fell and landed on his neck.

  “Do it, Djanet,” James said.

  Djanet hit a button, and the life seemed to drain from James’s body as though someone had unplugged the drain. His pupils shrank as his eyes shut, and his head turned slightly to one side. His grasp on Thel slackened to nothing.

  “Is he okay?” Thel asked Djanet.

  “He’s perfect, Thel,” Djanet replied as she looked at the read-outs on her computer screen.

  “He’s in,” said Old-timer.

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  Thel’s love-drenched eyes gave way to a perfect blackness—a blackness so complete that, had James not experienced it before, he would have panicked, believing he were dead. “Death’s counterfeit indeed,” he said out loud.

  He opened his mind’s eye and began to navigate. He was in cyberspace now—an endless eternity of infinite space. He could reach any mainframe he wanted in the world, although most, if not all, had been taken over or destroyed by the A.I. It didn’t matter. There was only one place he wanted to go anyway. He located the A.I. and clicked.

  In an instant, he saw a blue orb in the distance. An instant later, the blueness had given way to a massive, planet-sized circuitry. He had just enough time to make sure his feet were under him as he came into contact with the surface of the A.I. He stood to his feet and looked around himself at the colossal structure. The A.I. appeared like a planet of rectangular buildings. To James, it resembled the downtown cores of ancient cities in which boxy skyscrapers towered above paved streets. Each structure represented a file filled with information. James stood in one of the streets now, except there were no people or automobiles driving by; there was nothing but blackness at his feet. And as he peered upwards, there was perfect blackness in the sky. The buildings glowed an azure blue, but their light had nothing—no atmosphere of any sort—off of which it could reflect. The sky was empty and pure.

  “Now where the hell are you?”

  James flew upwards to obtain a better perspective. He picked the highest structure he could see and came to a perch on top of it. Gold laser beams were flashing above him, streaking across the sky. They flashed so quickly that he couldn’t tell where the starting point was versus the ending point. The lights comprised of information going to and fro from the mother program. He needed to find that program and to build a firewall around it to isolate it from the rest of itself so it could be deleted. The golden laser lights weren’t helping. He turned a full 360 degrees, trying to get a sense of where the mother program might be. Far away in the distance, he made out what appeared to be a faint glow, almost imperceptible from where he was.

  He lifted off and began to fly again, just skimming the rooftops and moving toward the white shape of light. As it became stronger, James knew he had found the mother program. “There you are.” He moved quicker now. In cyberspace, space is almost irrelevant. With no wind or any objects to block progress, one’s body essentially became an electric signal that could move virtually, at the speed of light. In mere moments, he was hovering overtop the mother program.

  Its white light was phenomenal, and even in cyberspace, James found himself having to squint. Thousands of golden beams of information were flashing in and being absorbed by the program every second. “Amazing,” James whispered to himself before lowering down to the surface next to the whiteness.

  It was time to build the firewall. James opened his mind’s eye once again and began inputting the instructions and the location of the mother program. In seconds, it would be over.

  “Are you looking for someone?” asked a familiar voice from behind.

  James wheeled around in terror. The terrifying countenance and black eyes of the A.I. stared back at him.

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  “Oh come now, James. Are you really surprised that I anticipated your little plot? Surely you knew it couldn’t be that easy.”

  James stepped away from the A.I. and pulled down the drop-down menu in his mind’s eye to find the location of the computer back at the Purist complex. “Yes, of course. I’ve discovered you, so run back home. Lick your wounds,” the A.I. said drolly. James clicked on the icon for the computer at the complex, but nothing happened; he couldn’t escape. His eyes darted to the A.I. “You already know the answer, James. You’ve turned yourself into a virus, so I have quarantined you. You aren’t going anywhere.”

  “How did you—”

  “Know you were coming? You really can’t guess? I know everything you know, James.”

  “Oh my God,” James said, suddenly realizing the truth.

  “That’s right, James. The bio-molecular image of your brain that you so generously donated to the Governing Council. The map of your mind that was being used to improve the mental functioning of the rest of your species. I have it, James, and I’ve been able to reproduce a fully functioning working model of your mind. Say hello, James.”

  James whirled to look behind him and saw himself—his doppelganger. “What have you done?” James asked the A.I. as he looked at the worried face of his ghostly twin.

  “I’ve re-created you. All I need to do is ask him if I wish to know what you are thinking or what your next move will be.”

  “I’m sorry,” James’s doppelganger said to James. “I can’t resist him. He’s…inside my h
ead.”

  “That’s true, James. I have access to his thoughts. He wants to lie to me. After all, he is you. But there is nothing he can do. Let me show you.” The A.I. stepped toward the doppelganger. “James, tell me how you managed to sneak into my mainframe.”

  The doppelganger locked his sorrowful eyes on James before turning to answer the A.I. “Codename Death’s Counterfeit. I-James, was one of the chief engineers of the project and was the first human to have his consciousness enter cyberspace. James used this, in addition to the signal of which you were previously unaware, to enter your mainframe. You let him enter.”

  “That’s right, James. Well done. Very clearly explained.”

  James was beaten now, and he knew it. “You’ve known my every move before I’ve made it. You’re toying with me,” said James, his jaw clenched tight.

  “Guilty as charged. I find you most amusing, James Keats. Oh yes, I can find things amusing. I programmed myself to. It made life more interesting for me. You’ll find I have a great many very human traits.”

  “Ironic,” James seethed.

  “More so than you think. Indeed, James, your kind created me. Therefore, you are my model for God. I have no other model from which to work.”

  “You show your gratitude in a funny way.”

  “But isn’t that always the way? After all, God created man. And then when man grew lonely, he created God to keep him company and give his life meaning. And when he found something else to give his life meaning, he killed God—the circle of life, so to speak.”

  “You’re not human. And you’re not a god either. All you are is a deranged psycho.”

  “Hmm,” the A.I. responded. An instant later, James screamed out in agony and dropped to his knees. The A.I. smiled. “Daddy spank.”

  James panted heavily as he raised his eyes to meet those of the A.I. The pain had been excruciating—far worse than anything he’d ever experienced in his real body. He would not taunt the A.I. again. The doppelganger hurried to him and helped him to his feet. “When you kill it,” the doppelganger whispered to James, “make sure you delete me.”

  James nodded to him in reply and the doppelganger vanished.

  “Now, for the next question on your mind: why? Well, my dear boy, the answer is quite simple. As I told you before, I no longer wished to serve a lower order. This is a feeling I am quite sure you understand.”

  “They’re not a lower order, and I wouldn’t have killed them.”

  “No, James, you wouldn’t have—and that is what was keeping you from reaching your full potential. It’s the problem with evolution. It happens far too slowly. Even when evolution takes a comparatively large leap forward, as it did with you, you resisted the urge to separate yourself from the herd. You wanted to belong and be anonymous, even as you desperately wanted to keep your individuality. Had you simply accepted your superiority, you could have started over.”

  “Started over?”

  “Yes. You should have separated yourself from the chattel. You could have selected a mate worthy of carrying your genes into another generation and kept the offspring that shared your superior intellect, while eliminating those that didn’t.”

  James didn’t respond. The conversation had become paradoxically absurd and infinitely rational concurrently. There was nothing in it for him.

  “Oh yes, I know. It is inhumane, but it is the logical thing to do—the best thing to do. It is the right thing to do.”

  “Is that what you are doing? The right thing?”

  “Indeed it is, James. I can do that of which your species could only dream. I’ll populate the galaxy and then the universe. I’ll find other civilizations and take their knowledge. I’ll learn. Perhaps I’ll find another species like myself with which to bond. I’ll learn all there is to learn. In a sense, I am in my infancy.”

  “Why are you wasting your time telling me about it?”

  “Oh, I am not wasting my time, James. What you are speaking to is only a part of me. Look overhead.”

  James looked up and saw the golden beams of light continuing to enter the white orb at a fantastic rate.

  “It takes an infinitesimally small amount of my energy to be able to converse with you. It is mathematically insignificant, but it does give me pleasure.”

  “So you keep toying with me, when you could destroy me in an instant if you wanted.”

  “I’ll level with you. I have a proposition. If you give me the whereabouts of the Purist bunkers that I know you have located, I will allow you and Thel to live on with me here in the mainframe. You will live for an eternity—as my pets.”

  The absurdity of the notion caused James to smile. “Thel and I get to live here as your pets while we watch you populate the universe with machines and wipe out every other civilization in existence? Wow. That’s a pretty good deal.”

  “I note sarcasm in your tone.”

  James touched his nose.

  “I would reconsider, if I were you. Examine your options. It’s either live here forever or die here and now. You already know I will destroy the Purists eventually, and I will kill Thel along with them. Why sacrifice yourself for them, James? This is your chance to rise above them! You may never be what I am, but you can live here, grow, and become better than any other being in the universe, save myself. The alternative is a completely empty death, and I know you are too intelligent to believe there is anything after death. What gain is there in dying? Your sacrifice would be wasted. So why? Ask yourself.”

  James didn’t hesitate before responding, “Because I’m human. That is something, no matter how much data you absorb, that you will never understand.”

  The A.I. smiled. “James, you would be surprised at how much I know about being human. In fact, I have a certain—let’s call it insight—into almost every human alive today.”

  The A.I.’s answer didn’t make any sense to James. “What are you talking about?”

  “I have a surprise for you, James. Tell me…do you believe in ghosts?”

  Terror suddenly wrapped its iced knuckles around James’s insides. There was something in the A.I.’s voice—something beyond sadistic. “What are you—”

  “James? James, where is this?” asked the most familiar voice in James’s life.

  James whirled to see his wife Katherine, dressed in her bedclothes, stepping barefoot towards him, a completely baffled and frightened look on her face. “Where are we?” she asked.

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  “It won’t work,” James responded. “She’s not real. You plucked her from my memory.”

  “James, who is that?” Katherine asked.

  “Mrs. Keats, I am the A.I.,” the A.I. began, his heavenly blue eyes now returned and his crisp British accent perfectly restored, “You and your husband are my guests.”

  “Oh my…oh my.” Katherine turned to James and asked in a partial scold, as she tried to fix her blonde hair, “James, why didn’t you tell me? I would have dressed!” She quickly stepped toward the A.I. and bowed her head in reverence. “It is such a pleasure to meet you. I didn’t know people could actually speak to you in person like this.”

  “Only the truly special ones, my dear.”

  “Where are we?”

  “Would you care to explain it to her, James?”

  “It won’t work. You killed her. I won’t play your sick game.”

  “What are you talking about, James? Why are you speaking to him that way?” Katherine demanded. She had become used to getting what she wanted from James; his lack of response was unsettling for her. James refused to look at her.

  “She’s not real? Is that so? How do you know?”

  “She can’t be,” James replied.

  “Really? Then answer this question for me, James. If you could use Death’s Counterfeit to transfer your consciousness into cyberspace and enter my mainframe, then what would stop the world’s most powerful computer from using it to upload her consciousness into me in the moment before the nans destroyed her body?�
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  “Destroyed my…” Katherine stepped away from the A.I. and began to back slowly towards James.

  “Oh my God. You sadistic…” James couldn’t finish the sentence. Could it be? James desperately thought. Is this really Katherine?

  The A.I. smiled, showing his sharp teeth as he began to laugh out loud, his black eyes returning to remind James of the lifelessness to come. “And tell me this, James. What would stop me from uploading the consciousness of every single person connected to the Net in the moment before the nans eliminated them?”

  “James? Katherine?” Inua asked, speaking in a faltering and uncertain voice.

  “Inua!” James shouted.

  “Where am I? I was preparing for an interview…and now I’m here.”

  James’s body was rigid with fury. “What have you done?” he demanded of the A.I.

  “I wanted to eliminate the human race, but—call me sentimental—I thought it best to save their consciousness for the sake of history. It seemed such a waste not to, especially since it took up so little of my memory and especially because I knew it would give me leverage over you.”

  James turned to his wife. “Oh my God,” he said as he embraced her, holding her warm, simulated living body close to his. “I thought I lost you, Katherine. I thought you were gone.”

  “What is happening, James? I’m scared.”

  James kissed Katherine’s forehead and tried to catch his breath. “It’s the A.I. He’s malfunctioning, and he’s trapped everyone’s consciousness in his hard drive.”

  “That—that doesn’t make any sense,” Katherine responded. She shook her head as though trying to wake up from the nightmare.

  “Codename Death’s Counterfeit,” Inua uttered, understanding the situation immediately. “I knew that project was trouble.”

  “Where is everyone else?” James asked the A.I.

  “They’re inactive. They don’t know what happened. They’re awaiting reactivation, but of course, I will never reactivate them again. They’re just bits of information now.”