Chapter 1 - Artificial Intelligence Singularity sends back copy to change world's future. Recruits genetically engineered sex slaves from to recreate Master's Harem, for man who helped invent machine that caused it all. Discover that aliens were really responsible for it all. Track down interstellar sentient Mother Ship. Well the old man picked up the frog and put it in his pocket and started walking again.
We had finally done it! Working in a small lab at the University of Southern California, in San Diego, USC to most of us that lived there, we teleported a live lab rat from one lab to another lab. This was over a five hundred foot one hundred centimeter in diameter fused fiber optic cable bundle. Weather a fiber optic cable or a culminated laser beam the principal was about the same. We could now transmit a perfect copy of the original organic rat one hundred feet or one hundred million miles.
The only limitation on distance was the power pushing the signal and the spread of the beam over the distance it had to travel, even collated light has a spread over those kinds of distances, which was only at the speed of light anyway. In theory the copy was produced instantaneously, but who knows or really cares, it was close enough for government work. As far as we could tell it was a physically perfect copy anyway. Of course the bottom line was it arrived on the receiving platform dead.
To be sure we tried the experiment three more times, with the same results. Well our part of the project was complete. We had scanned the rats down to a molecular level destroying the original in the process. We then made a copy of it in that instant of destruction and transported that copy as light a hundred feet over the fiber optic bundle to the next platform where we reassembled it, converting it back to matter, and recreated an actual copy of the original.
Our job was done. Well you could, but he would arrive at the other end technically dead. Even if we were able to get our receiver to another planet our traveler would arrive on the platform years latter dead. This was the end result of ten years of intense research and experimentation and for some of us it was a dead-end. This was not surprising to me.
I had argued from the start that there is a big difference between dead inert matter and a living organism. Yes my machine reassembled everything that was there, everything that is except that primal spark. That spark which makes us alive instead dead.
We never even got around to the question of how much pain the test rat felt. With the advent of Large Scale Integration, the day of individual discrete components, transistors, diodes and such was just about over. One think-tank predicted that electronic components got two times smaller each year and doubled in power every two years. Everything was solid-state and getting smaller and smaller all the time.
Even the large lead acid batteries of yesterday were being replaced with large light weight capacitors for the storage of energy. We had actually blown the breakers at the local substation while doing our first test run. We were back to vacuum tubes and the theories behind them.
We had discovered that we had to create what was essentially a giant vacuum tube with a cathode and plate arrangement to make all this happen. Then we had to invent an Class A amplifier, in our digital age Class A amplifiers were almost a forgotten thing these days, we wanted fidelity not a sample of it.
To use our laser array to cut our subject apart in that absolute vacuum, instantaneously destroying all of it. Our laser did this in a very fast effective controlled manner, which was the key to the transmitter part of our Project. Then we transported the energy created to the assembly room as light over the fiber optic cable. When it arrived at the other end it was converted back from a sort of high energy plasma to matter on the cathode of another vacuum tube.
This receiver made use of a screen grid array and acted as an advanced version of a 3D printer in some ways. All this technology was dependent on an absolute vacuum and lots and lots of sheer raw energy. Maintaining that high energy plasma and vacuum had been one of our main problems on this Project. There was no way to reduce the intense burst of energy created by our process to anything we could record or anything we could digitize either, well not any time soon I figured.
Frankly, I did not see a time we could capture or record the burst and keep it from degrading into something unusable. Essentially you were trying to record, contain and store high energy plasma. One day we might invent a big enough capacitor or some kind of energy buffer to do the job of recording that signal, but for now we had proven that it could be done and moved on to other projects. I even liked to paddle out some mornings and catch a wave on a long board I kept around.
I even liked to have lunch on the Pier still. Through my connections still at the Project, I knew that the Government had continued to experiment with the copies. It was even discovered that a copy, if placed in an special electrolytic bath, could be shocked back to life. Of course they were brain dead, for all practical purposes. They were the tabula rasa or the blank slates Freud talked about.
Yes, they lived and breathed, they reacted to stimuli. They had no memory or anything else the psychology boys figured. Well they taught or conditioned the originals to do a trick or tricks and the new copy apparently could not remember it. Just SNSO, shit in shit out for the new copy. They were blank slates with no memory at all, as blank as a new born babe it was determined.
Yes, they could be taught, but only as fast as the original and they were actually slower than an actual infant rat on most things.
One researcher on the project speculated that the adult form does not produce some of the hormones necessary for fast learning that are present in infants. I had just gotten back to my apartment when the front doorbell rang. Putting down my sack of groceries, I unlocked and opened the front door to discover a pretty little girl of, at first glance I figured she was maybe fifteen or sixteen years old. Of course she could have been younger. She was in some kind of cute brown chocolate chip or computer generated camo military outfit thing.
Her outfit was complete with utility belt, cap and canvas combat boots. There she was, just standing there looking up at my six foot one, one hundred seventy five pound still trim, some would say skinny frame. I judged her to be around four foot nine or ten, maybe ninety five pounds sopping wet.
Nobody could seriously consider her a threat in her cute little combat outfit. No small talk I remember thinking just before my lights went out. When I came to I was sitting on my own couch and there were now two identical pixies in camo in front of me.
For some other reason I was not afraid or even angered that one of them had just shot me with something. All of which really confused me when I tried to think about it.
I tried to get up next, but nothing worked. I mean I could not move anything from the neck down. This confused me more than their attack had. What have you done to me, anyway? Tell them nothing fool, it silently screamed at me, but what did it know about my situation.
Ann shot you with a EMP pulse gun that momentarily disrupted your brain waves and shocked you into unconsciousness. We then brought you in here and I placed a device on the back of your neck that acts as a spinal block. Then we gave you certain sedatives and other things that block your anxiety and make you extremely suggestible. The drugs we gave you will be wearing off soon, but the spinal block is permanent for the time being, well at least for now, so for the time being it will stay on.
Ann she gestured to her twin pixie, who held up a little black box, like your average car finder has a device that turns it on and off. I started up from my seat, but Becky warned me back and I complied. Essentially their brains, which are just bioelectrical devices after all, were erased by the process when they lost their electrical charge. Essentially their brains were reset, completely erased.
It would kill the person. It would be nothing less than cold blooded murder and would still only produce a adult body with no real mind. It was certainly not teleportation as we envisioned it. This would be better than any form of mind control anybody has thought up yet. She was an assistant of mine at the time, and it was only the once really.
Hey, that must have been twenty, thirty years ago, but it seems like only yesterday. Now that was robbing the cradle according to a few nosey people on the Project I was working on at the time. Hell, the way they talked you would have thought they wanted to label me a pedophile. I really equate one with the other.
Especially about my sex life, with two little girls that are probably still in grade school. You break into my house, shoot me with some weird weapon, pump me full of God knows what kinds of drugs. Then you start asking me questions. Your drugs causes diarrhea of the mouth, ha, ha. Growing up my childhood was uneventful. Everything was perfect until I entered the first grade.