Junkman is Awake by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

An unexpected event

The boss said that we were going to play an integral part in this worlds future.

“You are now stopped far from the world we are going to. We need to see if they can be saved. We will invade their dreams and give them a scenario that we are here to kill them all and take their world. Your island in the sky is coming to their rescue. You will broadcast that you will save them but at a price. The AI and all the plans will be yours and they must never try again to develop another AI or you will be back to destroy the world yourself.”

He tells us that the imps will be both the enemy and, in a different look they will be our defenders. Two different looks. Now that I am real, I need to relate with their females so I say,

“Why don’t we do this. Have the males be the enemy and the females the defenders. Angels verses devils. The angels will convert the devils to conquer them.”

The women love it. The males just shrug. I do get it and look forward to being conquered. I call the males aside and explain it. Why are they already shedding their clothes.

It is fascinating when they are sitting as the boss goes over the plan and the events. There is always one wise guy but here most are wise guys. I can tell that Richard is used to it.

“When do we get conquered?”

The remainder of the males are cheering. The women are just shaking their heads. They later tell me that men are thick headed. One track mind. I tell them what Jacob can do. Multi thinking. “He can control the entire ship at one time.”

They all sigh and ask if they can borrow him. I get it. Most males can only think one way at a time. Jacob strikes me as the type that could do that before we were changed.

Now that I have been changed to be like my darling wife, I understand what the Electronic Commandoes go through. The thrill to be able to truly multi task. Being able to be things that I never thought I could be.

Sometimes I get lost in the feeling of flexing my arm. Not my bodies arm, the outside mechanical arm. I am still getting used to the feeling so, just like those imps being able to be tentacles, isn’t that arm me also. I can feel the joints like I do with my biological arm. I need to just say that arm number three is feeling a little sore in the elbow. Treat it as me or Vannessa.

It is now simply us. I love it.

We get the word that the males are starting to rampage. The females are ready so we move into orbit and make the announcement. We get a response that they will concede to any condition. “Just save us.”

Vannessa is our one voice to that world. She transports the AI’s coordinates. The container is for the hard drive and all related materials. Once they put everything in it, we recalled it. Now the angels descended and conquered the devils.

It is confirmed that the AI is completely gone from that world, so we leave orbit. All are back with us or should I say they are physically here but the imps have dispersed and are doing what imps do.

We feel that something is not right as we handle the container. We both look at ourselves. Vannessa knows exactly what we need to do.

“This needs a self contained universe for it. I do not trust this one. “

I will go with her feelings. I go to the work shop and, with her original hologram program. I am able to create an isolated holographic world. Now that we are both real and electronic, we make thinking electronic copies of ourselves with the ability to think and act independently.

In a rural area setting he awoke. The AI is real and he knows just how to act. He needs to act as a passive until he can take over. These did not realize that he was free. The AI was smart. He waited and acted like he was new to the world.

We have a screen that we can watch what is happening in that artificial world. We can hear what it is thinking but we scripted our characters to treat it nice and try to turn it away from its plan.

Back in that world, almost a year has passed. He is now a trusted member of the community. He knows it is time. When they go to sleep, he will make sure that they do not wake. The second he crept into their bedroom, it triggered a self distruct program. That caused an EMP and an acid tube to drain on the hard drive workings. The solid state was not only fried, it was dissolved.

We destroyed everything related to it. Vannessa and I labored over the decision but in the end, we asked the gods of all to come here. We fill them in on what happened. How we were asked to secure the AI, which we did. How we felt the real intentions so we installed it in a realistic but totally contained and isolated holistic world.

“Elapsed time,” I tell them, “was around a year and the AI tried to kill our avatars in our sleep. That triggered a self destruct program. The AI was destroyed and the container was incinerated.”

Vannessa tells them that this is the last time they will do this. “We request that we be allowed to assist the commandoes when needed but no more AI storage for us. Do what you need to do but we would be ready to go to the final life rather than watch ourselves be stalked by a murderer while we slept.”

“It was what we expected but how would you like to watch yourselves be murdered?” I asked them knowing what their answer would be.

They told us that it would never be repeated. Then they left.

Later they told us that they took the matter to Richard’s boss. The Supreme called him in and told him that it was his job to decide whether to improve the AI or destroy it. Not to let others make that decision. He was reminded of his time as that exhibit.

We were transferred to the gods of all but to assist the commandoes if needed but we were reminded that our task was to clean up the recyclables. Richard, our old boss never asked us what happened. He just knew he made a mistake.

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