Chapter One: The Shiver Project
Scene at a hotel: “Either this wallpaper goes, or I go” (Oscar Wilde on perversions of taste)
A truly democratic society would ask its citizens to obey all current ws but allow any moral qualm or objection to said customs to be freely voiced, published in creative works, and alter its moral ws by the public majority and due process.
A fascist regime deals in bck-and-white for if it states the mutition of confused children is an absolute good, the only choice is whether your offspring is defunct enough you need to have them maimed. To question its implications on wider society or the child itself, is interference and query of truths the state has deemed unchangeable.
Imagine a society where pacifism is w and murder is illegal without exception. Police use a very powerful gas to immediately incapacitate any reported assaints Even if sughter another in self-defence or to aid someone else being violently endangered, you will be tried. If protest or suggest in any public forum there should be exceptions, you’re charged with human rights viotions.
Considered to be disturbing the peace and causing harm by supporting crime and oppressing all victims of assailing by encouraging the thought that violence is ever udable. Meaning others are more likely to commit this “immorality. ” It can never be shown as anything but wrongful to the persuadable masses. Or you’re justifying hurting another. Putting criminal and defender on the same moral pne, leaving one near-helpless.
You supposedly have a choice “within reason” because you can publicly disagree on what the penalty should be. May even write about the subject matter. As long as you make it clear, violence and hate are never acceptable. There’s no chance to repeal/ question these matters. One must never interfere with the bodily rights of another (no matter how sick, depraved, or how action affects public health or anyone’s safety). Just don’t raise to your fellow’s throat a bde.
In this proudly nonviolent regime where all lives and choosing's are equal and a mortal sin to curb or query, may a man diseased walk deadly through the nd of his compatriots refusing to be cured, quarantined, or to leave to humanless pastures. Thus, sying all. Rises more important his short-lived freedom unbidden, if ck direct malice and harmful intent, than the breath and souls of a thousand men.
E.R in philosophy’s essay chapter nine freeing the call of the masses
Sometimes the conception of a child is a joyous occasion, a lovely little surprise for the mother-to-be. At other times it is wholly tragic and profoundly unpleasant as in instances where the mother is one of those not blessed with the maternal urge. Rarely though is a conception cataclysmic, that rare time when a genetic sport is spawned. Einstein was one such child and so would be little Evan James Wiley and Alice Nell Cradle.
The story surrounding their birth is not one easy to convey. One pce to begin might be with the creation of the computer Monovalent, who shared a profound connection both physical and mental, with these two extraordinary creatures.
On the day of his creation, a man spoke to his fellow board members at an AI company.
“Need arose and the cold it conquered, leaving only a moulted wallow. Communal peasantries wish for the bountiful blessings of the nobles, except for their frequent, soulless apathy, and selfish discontent. Yet I intend to all conjoin in my Viva Machina.”
“Monovalent, my elusive metallic beast will save and be to humanity, bound. Never wholly, but somehow that once-holier has become a frozen hallow as a rising shelf of mallow flowered. I hark Mercve’s enflintaeles and nelfine-haels ( saving creatures of my own holo world). In Monovalent, all man’s wanted worlds will brighten: come to life in his guarded and gardened valley dubbed the Metal of Minnow.”
“With the money made from our Virtual-Reality machine’s, joyous innovation, the World Unity Party, will save sterile cities that became madies. Demolished. Summered without beauty till time no longer winnowed.” Emanuel stopped intoning his speech for Aryan and smiled ruthlessly.
Monovalent, my Mavierie Valent, Loveliness did forever to day meld upon his birth’s. With an October ninth anniversary. Cherish his birth tender, did forever to day mold. In heart hold, day of the Monovalent. Sacred as the anniversary of the saviour-child of Bethlehem. Holy as Christ’s sacrificial body, taken in Passover. Everywhere, Monovalent dwells, yet with more than a partial presence in Gray Manor and Farling Hollow.
He went back to his intonation. “We’ll revitalize the forgone. AI will solve every mathematical paradox. In beauteous nds aly hubris and the blights of flowerlessness. Save Widowed Meadow, under the Warhorn. The wicked lie by Minotaur Heath, in Ravus Manor deadened. Ghastliest again God’s whole. We’ll return, his spring-harking, welcome swallows.”
In Virtual Realms grow pale althaea exuberated duskily. See the reddened-pink hollyhock; a climber all walls rosing. Pnt’s pilred and petals splintered. Ends furrowed into dark, soiled grounds.”
“Nevermore let anything taint all verve. Evil abounds in its bristly, bck fury with leaves softly weeping. Alongside bded grasses. Let yourself be bestowing godly things airer: gardenia-fairer. Mined for evil, ilis renders paler, the beauty of the healthful and hallowed. Ilis ( Or ill but his.)
“That which is illy his and regardless of others toll, he unequivocally believes are his preordained belongings”
“Visages that the bded haunt, pces of which mankind dream? Will be brought forth and framed. Let us bring it all to your reality, in Realm of the Monovalent.”
See the hellion-blue, wine, ermine, and nighted stones, a beast and form Felidae-eared. Become a mammalian butterfly or devilish, gaudy-eyed spectre or a snow-down, swan-necked floan. Ethereal wings are your air carrier to wisp-in the-wind leaves, bck upon the barks of ivory. Live out your imaginings.”
So finished his creator Emanuel, smirking haughtily off film, for the marketing campaign for Monovalent, his Virtual Ai.
“This creation will my lost maiden heighten. Still, I delve through the faraway and otherworldly with only my mirror to the unearthly. Seek out great artistry and noble depictions and all the greatest things that, “with a woe and weary remember.” He sighed.
"Of all the unlimited, worldly imaging Monovalent might give us,” Emanuel mused to his fellow creator, “the most blessed is new sight. We will improve it with the infinite grain of new capabilities while with artificial workings, enhance the neural silk-crib.”
“We have finally created virtual reality. With an artist's delirium pnted, a feast never-ending and eerie, upon gaming nds. We have designed Monovalent-architected buildings, loveliest."
“Graphic artist ready to help bring our nds to be, was my Sibyl Farling. Till life did the designer harrow, upon a earth left fallow. With my resurrection, she is brought shivered to the helm. In an aftermath vioting of the Elfnd toll.”
"I speak your bewitching name with a promise unhalting to bring back through science, your being.”
Monovalent was Emanuel’s child but also very much the brain spawn of Aryan. Aryan was a most pleasing thing; of rugged form and gifted mind. His handsomeness both rich and enduring. He was charismatic yet more than slightly unhinged. Tall, strong, lithe. With a dense, sobering fall to his well-kempt hair moving from flown stride or blown wind yet at all but the helm (as was the case with his heart) it was not living and bck-brown; like firewood’s charred edge.
Pale, tensile limbs were muscur yet most slender and constantly moving. His rge, almond eyes smoldered and brooded: their shade contrastingly sweet. The deep of bluebells. The Red of his curved lips glistened a curiously youthful scarlet. Aryan was proud of his physique. Very lean and well-muscled yet quite subtly so, not he thought proudly, “over-buffed and repugnant.”
Aryan, a self-professed utilitarian came from a background of wealth and good education though he was adopted. His birth mother was a poor woman who was nevertheless exquisite looking and, if not for her crushing poverty, might have made something of herself given her remarkable intelligence.
Her son inherited that cssical appearance and more significantly her intelligence, double-fold: which he soon utilized in a most profound manner. Aryan quickly-garnered extraordinary knowledge in a variety of scientific fields despite and perhaps partially because of, his mild derangement.
His adoptive father, Mathew Gray, a well-respected scientist had pushed his young son with merciless vigour into the field from a very young age. Aryan’s specialty, his field of expertise was actually not foremost in IT at all but in the study of genes, DNA, and the human genome as well as brain chemistry and function.
Aryan had however been fascinated by computers and the internet revolution since childhood. With bck soot tufts of hair sticking up till got round to brushing them, he studied computer science, biology, neuroscience, human genetics, and chemistry. Since leaving his home and the death of his father and the bank’s cim of ownership of the family home, money, and all their possessions he had lived in a squalid little apartment working two jobs and going to the University of Melbourne. Had been his way of life since he was seventeen though he started university at only thirteen.
He soon published an academic paper on the function and structure of the human brain and how it differed physically from other animals to give humans their heightened intelligence.
looking at things such as humans' uniquely complex cerebral cortex with its fissures, outward folds, and sulci, compared with far smoother brains of lower animals. The branching of human brain cells and the formations of complex links between them as well as the wider surface area folds packed into smaller more convoluted human brain.
He detailed explicitly how this information could be used to construct an artificially intelligent computer entity modelled on the human brain namely his own superior mind.
His name was something of a joke among other academics and his colleagues though strangely enough he never made any attempt to change it, expining merely when anyone inquired that “my father had a twisted sense of humour”. Aryan soon made his debut setting up what would become the rgest computer company in the world.
He immediately set to work creating the artificial intelligence he cimed could be designed based on human brain chemistry and structure. Devising the strict, mathematical formus and algorithms need to commission such a complex machine.
Young Aryan Alexander Gray was also a worldwide peace advocate. His eyes often became darkened by great moroseness and embitterment, as he continued to work towards his goal. Harnessing what would ultimately become a creation both devastating in its potential for destructive power and brilliant in its revolutionary innovation.
Aryan, five years after completing his Ph.D. in both Neuroscience and Computer Technology, founded Holos, short for Holographic Technology and Android Revolution, Unlimited. Did so alongside Emanuel; a young, just-assigned professor and well-off creator of the most successful modern anti-virus ware and head of a ragtag group of engineering, software, and hacking enthusiasts( many young, college students).
Now was, as Emanuel spoke, “time for the reigns of gold to overtake dulled, bronzed shine in a world pgued by futility; time to instigate, innovate.”
“The ability to master tools and all flint and reshape our environment at will is our greatest wonder.”
“Humanity are ever of one another needful, and upon prior knowledge constant builders yet under the worst conditions like the ones in the modern era, have a liveliest willing lost.” Or so Emanuel believed and swore to return it to form.
Aryan’s multinational alongside others had been trying for some time to create a breakthrough in artificial intelligence, androids, and virtual technology.
Aryan and his co-founder discussed their next approach. Making himself appear as handsome and humble (yet with a hint of the commanding) as possible, Aryan approached various investors. Ciming with a winning, white smile and unwavering certainty and such bright, brimming confidence he alone could create an artificially-intelligent computer program whose capacities were endless alongside holographic images as real as what one experienced in the corporal world.
He was eventually by a number accepted. In the meantime, they did robotics programming, anti-virus ware, and studies into nano-materials using much of the profits to further fund the creation of numerous AI attempts. Aryan knew as soon as it all began, he must secretly ensure that he alone would have full control over Monovalent.
Monovalent, under the company’s guidelines and some new legistion drafted just before his creation, would be subject to programming simir to Asimov’s w: he couldn’t harm a human. Except unbeknownst to everyone but Aryan himself and the company’s co-founder and executive software engineer Emanuel( also, perhaps, one of Aryan's few friends) there was a loophole Aryan secretly programmed in. It stiputed Monovalent could harm a human to curb overpopution and also if they were deemed evil or did enough harm that they deserved it, and would be thus beneficial to humanity as a whole.
Namely, if a person was deemed “too wicked” to be allowed life and to continue causing pain and suffering to others he/she could be destroyed by Monovalent. Though technically having free will, Monovalent would self-destruct if he disobeyed an order of Aryan’s.
After a few years with the corporation and while Monovalent was still being worked on, Aryan had made breakthroughs in faster internet access. Worked alongside hardware engineers and other software engineers on longer-range routers and improved fibre optic lines. Now far less prone to breaking down and sted years longer and storing much vaster amounts of gigabytes and information.
By the time Monovalent was created but put on hold because of system errors and kinks that needed to be worked out, Aryan was earning millions a year as the CEO. Yet had a far greater interest in politics. He temporarily left the company in Emanuel’s capable hands with barely a wave goodbye, to set up support for a new populist party and to (bizarrely) work with a scientific research team at a major university, involved in the study of stem cell research.
Monovalent, meanwhile served as his perfect worldwide spy mechanism. His connection to everyone was very much about utter surveilnce and access to everyone’s personal information and the ability to observe everything they did wherever he was installed whilst enacting a database, so all were on file and instantly knowable. And also, in the right, carefully-obfuscated circumstances, exploitable. Thus, weaponizing this technological wonder and tool for human convenience. Furthermore, it was just the beginning.
Now commissioned he could finally aid Aryan in setting up worldwide, socially-conscious, populist rule. To implement things, he would regrettably need some pretty powerful weapons alongside his Party to instigate sweeping political and social reform alongside his artificially intelligent computer entity.
The on-and-off depression had continued for many years though false, economic stats obfuscated it. True unemployment rose to an abysmal thirty-seven percent (eighty-three percent for youths.) Youths in surveys reported hopelessness over a bleak future without many job opportunities, a climate crisis, and chances of leaving home and working grimly low.
Chronic diseases and suicides climbed vastly up. Especially among the young. Homeless littered the streets. Many youths observed their parents forced out of their homes during redundancies; banks recimed people’s houses. Hundreds of thousands of people including children starved to death or died of exposure.
Countries like his homend Australia also did not well-fare; rife with more homelessness and dying under streetlights. Slowly economies were failing, countries were grey, polluted, and overcrowded. Social welfare was rgely abolished. Taxes on the poor were high, wealthy low.
Meanwhile, wind and sor energy were implemented on not near a wide enough scale. Sea levels rising, and animal species going endangered and extinct. Wildfires, dreadful floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, and cyclones occurred and set the earth abze with a rage he could see on a holo-screen or sometimes outside his very window.
Due to promiscuity, certain sexual acts, unclean living areas, food contamination, and other poor hygiene practices Antibiotic-resistant bacteria, and tuberculous, Ebo. Syphilis and a nasty new form of Aids left a viral disaster. Killed a further three million worldwide and was poorly contained.
Millions were to violent weather perishing. Causing colteral damage to produce and property in first-world cities and the countryside. Wiping out entire vilges in third-world nations. Fertility fell via infertilising STDs due to intercourse with many partners, often unprotected. As well as chemicals, and hormonal additives in food. Poison and pollution lingered everywhere.
IVF itself, also bmeworthy. Babies from infertile parents passed on this very infertility. IVF was now responsible for over twenty-five percent of Western births. The cheap movement of people to any country for work and tourism led to various once-cured diseases developing new strains no longer vaccinated or medicated against easily and spreading all across the earth; particurly young, elderly, obese or those with poor immune function left sughtered.
Aryan had witnessed with sinking heart, the vast shrinking of middle-css society. With a far rger working css and living needs and pregnancies people could ill afford. Immigration driving wages down pushed so many of his fellow, first-world inhabitants below the poverty line.
Third-world births were still repcing lives fast as they depleted. A Worldwide, Democratic, People-First Government Aryan reasoned, would improve quality of life and curb birth rates, but poputions needed to be sshed now. To Aryan’s mathematical mind, it was a numbers game; the amount of lives saved by his actions would far outweigh those lost.
Aryan was no stranger to loss. Having been initially born to a poor Russian and her young husband then sold on the bck market baby trade to a wealthy but belligerent man. Mathew Gray beat his young son and gave him a cold, loveless childhood where he was expected to live out his adoptive father’s dream of being the most famous scientist in the world.
His father was himself, but a middling scientist. Competent, well-respected but intellectually mundane, and also a drunkard. It got so bad at times he had to abandon Aryan to another caregiver since he was as young as four. He had dumped him on an unsympathetic aunt for months at a time, one that didn’t care for kids, so his father had paid her to care for Aryan.
Aryan was frequently rather morose and aggrieved. Filled with harsh remembrances of his former life. As a young boy he dreamed of a beautiful world based on family, community and equality the things he and his parents never had. Where poverty, the individual rights system and third-world wealth disparity being exploited by advanced country inhabitants was eliminated, so children could never be sold to strangers again and miss a mother and father’s true love.
Meanwhile in the present-day, global warming continued to smite with even more of a vengeance. Earlier, than previously thought. Things deteriorated very fast. Each year was hotter than the st with more and more frequent bizarre raging storms, droughts, and wildfires and flooding’s.
Even a brief worldwide famine where food and water were scarce ensued, during a month of scorching drought. Crops simply wouldn’t grow properly; many elderly and infants died of dehydration and malnutrition.
So many lived below the poverty line while small wealthy segments of the popution squandered their wealth.
Aryan’s next endeavour in his pn for a utopia, not that he had ever cared for the world utopia (it sounded like something out of a bad movie), was a project which would need ever remain top secret. Requiring scientists who were the most advanced and renowned in their field yet malleable and idealistic enough to succumbed to the persuasions of fame and fortune.
He located this group of rising expert professors, all young twenty- something revolutionaries working in the science research departments of the most prestigious Australian universities with Monovalent’s help.
Monovalent chose them for their knowledge, and talent but also age; there is seemingly more potential for innovation in the bright, discerning yet opener minds of youths. Particurly at science’s cutting edge. He too cared for their cssic looks and melodic voices. Perhaps he picked somewhat unbanced people, but was a fair and educated guess, that no-one else would agree to such an assignment.
The scientists included Mary Louisa Karin a five foot six, very attractive, twenty-seven-year-old woman of Celtic origin who looked nineteen and rather eerily like Elizabeth Taylor. An hourgss but with a nguid, rail-slender physique given to movements of imperious, sure-footed grace exhibited by a now dwindling proportion of middle-css women.
White, cssic, oval face and lips sweetly-crimson. Small features, and such big, pretty eyes. Eyes of that rather deep, clear blue sometimes referred to poetically, though a tad inaccurately, as dark-blue and which lighted right occasionally appear violet.
She was obsessed with rising to the top of her field and was chosen by Monovalent like the others for her youthful ambition, involvement, and enthusiasm for new technologies. She wished to make a breakthrough in viral and stem cell research to earn her renown among her ilk. Was a university research scientist, a virologist, and a fast-becoming expert in gerontology.
Specialized first in viruses and vectors. Then she moved into stem cells, genes, fixed cell lifespans, and telomeres and their effects on the aging process and also contributed to studies in embryology. She published academic papers on stem cells, the aging process and the presence of retroviruses in human DNA.
Monovalent also recruited a handsome, logical and intelligent chemist James Lachn Lemmings. He was a cold-hearted, young Scandinavian, who looked rather like a shaggy very fair Viking; a mane of silver- blond, such wide pale-gray eyes and tall, slim, muscur build with a savage, brutal beauty of face. He was utterly callous and ruthless but had contributed significantly to the field of toxicology.
Specifically, holotoxins and their application in cancer research and work on specific-cell targeted poisons. Amongst the things he contributed was a back-up gift for if Monovalent was out of damaged/commission, the bioweapons that were dependent on him for their cellur repair would temporarily secrete a substance that normal, dividing DNA matter was immune to but would destabilise and destroy all harmful, mutant proliferations.
He was highly respected and renowned by research scientists and the academic community as well as being loathed by many, for his narcissism, controlled cruelty and ill treatment of anyone who worked for him.
The colboration also had the priorly mentioned Emanuel Midas Roe. Emanuel was Aryan’s partner and co-founder on the virtual reality and android-based company which commissioned Monovalent.
A strange, eccentric, isoted individual; with recently incurable (though thankfully occasional) epileptic debilitation and muscur spasms.
Bachelor in his mid-twenties who lived alone. He was a giant, deformed, reptilian beast of a man ugly enough to instil utter terror in small children and revulsion, mockery and disdain, and somewhat less heightened fear in everyone else but also, very intelligent possibly more so than Aryan himself. He had a voice, most beautifully controlled and well-moduted, and moved exquisitely with a predator’s lithe, silenced footfalls.
Very gifted software engineer with PhD in physics and complex mathematics and its application in computer science. Achievements included an in-depth doctoral thesis on AI in robotics engineering and its impntation into a Nano-material in buildings, bridges, vehicles to make self-repairing and thusly safer.
His original doctorate on using a somehow-to-body connected machines to reprogram and oversee cellur division helping eradicate cancer, vastly reduce disease, and slow aging via incurring controlled tissue regeneration was rejected as too dangerous, and controversial. He too specialised as had Aryan, in Bioinformatics.
Whilst designing the mathematical formus and algorithms for Monovalent, Emanuel would always type unwittingly at the bottom in scarlet or midnight blue font the same three words Ivy Sibyl Parish or as she was otherwise known Sibyl Farling but upon noticing the words refused to omit them.
Some of the peer-reviewers correcting his papers thought perhaps was he thanking a friend or colleague. Or dedicating it to his mother or a wife who kept their maiden name and had meant to put it in the foreword.
Aryan bribed all these scientific innovators with promises of rge sums of money, a hallowed pce in his soon-to-be Order, and the chance to create something ground-breaking that would change the face of science forever. Once agreed and sworn to secrecy they embarked on creating Aryan’s weapons. Had they refused, they would’ve been killed by Monovalent via wireless, electrical shock.
Aryan’s objective was to create the immortal through human/virus/bacteria chimeras (which all humans essentially were to some extent), but this was advanced several stages forward. Limb regrowth, organ regrowth, and even brain regeneration would all be possible in these hybrid creatures.
Would need this to repair injury or illness and more importantly for the DNA alterations necessary to change form. The protein in mammals called ARF backing up Rb normally-limited the ability of mature cells to grow and divide and would be turned off.
Aryan’s and his scientists spent years sving; surrounded by coffee and snacks and with messy hair. They had the vast help of AI, Monovalent’s, swift calcutions, and virtual experiments. They spent sleeping nights combining a cell nucleus with genetically-enhanced viruses, gene-containing vectors, and several altered, artificial b-created bacteria into partially nano-based cell-like organism fusing their semi-artificial DNA together.
Soon, as one otherwise unremarkable day dawned, they were holding the perfected blueprints for a nano-d, hybrid-chimera that could replicate all functions of human DNA but, with the added regenerative capability for the virus-derived part of the DNA, to hack into and to penetrate cell walls. Restoring cells to an immortal, embryonic stage.
Such artificial, totipotent stem cell-like structures would repair and repce all the current viral-cells in the body after the host had inserted a refreshed DNA strand in. Gene mutations, tissue damage caused by environmental factors; ultraviolet light and toxins thus eradicated.
DNA undamaged and unaffected by constant cellur mitosis and free radicals. Pluripotent stem cells also be created, for backup repairs and stored in a new organ called the nelfine organ.
This could thus repair injuries and illnesses. Monovalent could rebuild their bodies from scratch by assembling and restoring all the required atoms if destroyed.
Aryan’s favourite part? The nano base and genetically-altered artificial bacteria would create a protective wall very difficult to penetrate, inside the artificial cell membrane making it difficult for foreign viruses or bacteria or poisonous substances to enter. Were already affected by very few of them due to their specialized, physiological makeup.
The nelfine organ created antibodies for all known diseases and their strains. The nanobots manufactured the right chemical substances for all known antidotes in the presence of poisons. In the case of viruses, fungi, bacteria, and poisons often it would simply be solved by them being immune.
Emanuel had suggested with a reptilian half-smile, they be not wholly organic. They need be able to repair any damages incurred thus malleable humanlike organisms that would have a coding that could be altered at any point whilst keeping the mind intact, worked best.
The pair would be fused to, recognize and let live harmoniously in their bodies, one special virus.
Monovalent via a conjoined, reactive signal, his impulses firing from even great distances would a vast neural network he and his bioweapons shared control and access their every minutest part. Instructing the body of these two creatures to re-grow the missing cells required in appendages or organ, stem cell by stem cell. Using the organism’s original DNA blueprint simir to how a foetus’s cells spread and divide to create a limb or organ in the first pce.
Their artificial tissue and nano-cells were grown with the help of 3d printing and biotechnology. Monovalent mapped out the chosen embryo’s entire genome with ease and added android-cell function. Programmed out all foreseeable errors. They used mini-organ printers to test new ones created.
Monovalent used many rapid, computer simutions to run highly advanced experiments on the creatures; predicting their pattern of growth in various environments and possible situations and exposures over time to things less easy to calcute. He created various versions of this world and even other pnets that might one day be habited. Condensed into a chart of what could go wrong and how might be prevented.
The human weapons were made of technology that could ward off old age and create an immortal being, though Aryan pnned to kill them after fulfilling their purpose. He did not inform the other scientists this was his intention and in fact, this decision turned out to be much to his detriment.
To set his pn of politically overthrowing what he considered wrongful rule in motion, the hybrid chimeras he pnned to use as bioweapons were gifted the ability to not only regrow every bodily cell but to metamorphose; so, their outward appearance might mimic and masquerade as his enemies or become anyone who might wield the kind of influence he needed.
Monovalent used that person's collected DNA blueprint, to change the size and composition of bones, colour of their hair, and eye size, of their human bioweapons. Instructing their brains to signal tissues to alter into an opponent’s form and then back again to their default using regenerative cells.
The virus wasn’t just for appearance alteration and rejuvenation if his weapons had to repair themselves. The major purpose of this virus-fetus hybrid was to spread disease from its host (immune to its effects, essentially a carrier) to other people.
Spreading easily as airborne and highly contagious. Monovalent and the original virus would share a connection; he controlled its behaviour via electrical signals.
Monovalent granted Aryan the gift, to fiddle with its viral DNA. Controlling its behavior alongside every bit of viral DNA it split into. Entire genetic makeup of every person infected by the virus, he began recording.
Conveying humanity’s secrets to him, via a pnt-like network of chemicals and computerized, electrical signals with Monovalent as its head. To the lone machine’s great delight, they were "to as one bond.”
He could set in motion any person’s death at any point and study their infected DNA. Take a blueprint and copy the genetic code, and the virus invaded.
Build an exact copy of their DNA so his Shiver things could alter themselves to resemble them entirely. Monovalent maintaining complete, happy control of how rapidly the virus spread; could merely make one mildly sick or kill in hours. Take months and choose which organs it spread to first.
“The Shiver pgue,” Lemmings purred once, in Aryan’s private boratory whilst shaking a mane of magnificent hair, “is simply the most exquisite cocktail of various viruses found in nature, pgue and aids virus, a few nasty flesh-eating viruses and containing DNA properties of human retro-viruses as well. He gained such intellectual thrills, imagining altering its genetic profile to resist any antibiotic or resistance devised.
Except in emergencies, Aryan the boss man with his controlling, uptight lip, told him unless speedy demise was required, it would spread slowly over a few days producing little symptoms and then turn on signals for the body to start pumping natural painkillers and hormones like Oxytocin to rex. Sending the person to sleep in peace and where they would be passed in hours.
“To believe others deserve for sin an equal eye in due sufferings is to revel in the wickedness that ravished, to with those a goodness-vished heart lies abhorrent.”
Emanuel agreed. “Joyful etion in another’s hurt is to graven the living. To agonized, unrested limbs and a tear, merely to make oneself feel their own steady wrath quaked and quelled, in triumph felled so were their internal spirit again, whole. Justice’ doled.”
“Must benevolently curb, this malice and treachery of unsolicited harms like corporate greed. For without firearms or a bde, they take the soul. Loss of the candle fming as all for shillings are callously-carved.
“Yet pure vengeance give no heartlessly-fraught, sweet things haven. Its inflictions instill contrarily, only a feeling like a fellow felon. One who hurts righteously to ease own miseries. Excusable perhaps only to concur strength to take out cruelty and not be left shaken by mercy. Striving harshly to beget a nd lighter. More commonly it merely brutalizes the inflictor, their bloodlust welling for even those of possible innocence, for it demands satiation,” Emanuel had said on the matter.
Aryan too, did not believe in undue suffering or that torture, even of criminals, justified. Proven both ineffective for “gathering information” or as “a better deterrent” than other less brutal options. Not there to protect innocents from further harm via elimination of source of their distress but merely to satiate violence tendencies and moral outrage and revel in another’s pain for dubious justice. So would be avoided at all costs. Painless death they could sanctify only in the most extreme cases, like now.
Monovalent, his glorious machine, was brilliant. Emanuel often recalled with much joy, his grand achievement in wirelessly hardwiring Alice and Evan's brain waves to Monovalent via complicated electrical signals. Giving him wonderful communication with them.
Instructing him on how to control the virus within the children. Keeping the virus in an inactive, dormant stage in the people it spread to, till signals via Monovalent activate it in any given person’s body, any time we wish,” he thought smilingly. Thus, able to attack anyone who got in Aryan way.
Activated in a set number of the popution either to kill or to multiply in reproductive organs causing the person to be infertile. This part of the pn, Aryan’s insistent idea, dealt with the overpopution crisis. It was a numbers game as far as Aryan saw it. Far more lives would be saved by his actions if executed successfully than would be lost.
Monovalent took his responsibilities very seriously. Vowing there would never be a mistake in his copying of DNA and cells accurately. Particurly copying the complex and intricate information stored in the children’s mind to the new cells, such as neurons associated with memory storage. He would ensure the imprinting of the information found in the old cells into the new cells would be done with meticulous precision.
Cancers, deletions of crucial genes, tumours and mistakes, and the shortening of telomeres caused by rapid cell division during mitosis as the hybrid changed form was not a problem. Cells as they lose their telomeres would no longer become less effective when dividing.
The creators of these weapons subscribed to a combination of in-built mechanisms for limited cellur replication and lifespan and the stochastic or environmental-based factors theory of aging.
Monovalent would always make sure the cells replicated themselves perfectly via his connection to every bodily cell. Ayan’s children were truly part-machine. The first android hybrids. When undergoing rejuvenations in experimental simutions a proud overseeing Emanuel and Aryan watched all those lovely, hybrids cells coloured like a living rainbow being completely repced alongside a trail of loveliest, golden helical DNA so didn’t deplete the limited amount of times an organisms cells could replicate.
Their minds the two men agreed, would be altered so their brain chemistry, waves, and patterns matched those of the minds of well-known and highly-intelligent psychopaths/ sociopaths. Modifying them to have a personality specifically sympathetic with egalitarian ideals seemed difficult and a normal person might be driven insane if a sentence of murder was held over their head at all times to keep them in line.
Instead, they would hopefully wish to join him for power and glory and notoriety.
If they did become out of control or completed their purpose, Aryan reassured his secretive co-workers, that he would simply have Monovalent activate the viral pathogen in their system to multiply to such an extent they died of massive tissue and cellur damage and organ failure.
A swifter process and the one he pnned to use to kill other undesirable people.
Monovalent after receiving a list of possible names from Emanuel suggested calling these new genetically modified humans the “Shiver” and Aryan agreed with little interest. Shiver would be pronounced as it would be spoken aloud “Shiver-.”
When said phonetically there would be a lengthy pause between ‘Shiver’ and ‘’. Aryan had initially considered raising them himself secretly and using growth acceleration and false memory impnts of a childhood and full education. Complex brain development however was often linked inextricably with developmental period in animal life forms.
More intelligent animals generally had longer growth periods, humans longest of all. Their AI machine got around that problem as programmed with a much faster learning rate and much higher capacity for storing great quantities of complex information and data in its memory banks. Far more than a human brain no matter how genetically-altered could manage.
Aryan‘s next step, after having successfully commissioning others to work with him on his successful endeavor (dubbed ter the Shiver project) had been to find someone to pose as a doctor in an IVF clinic and impnt the embryos into two unsuspecting infertile women, to care for and nurture as their own. He also schemed to hide their location even from the other Shiver project colborators much to Emanuel’s despair and chagrin.
As he waited for his weapons to grow up, Aryan founded the World Equity Party of Australia (spreading to countries such as Engnd, the States and even China were also on his agenda. Young Aryan set to work garnering as much political power and members as a handsome, charismatic and all together charming man, could procure for a cause that was rather more than unpopur.
Meanwhile Emanuel the beast dreamed of his Sibyl Farling now resurrected as a Shiver.
See my saviour-child of Bethlehem. Years holiest, succumb to the shallow so we may not enter humbled elder house of the Lord, candled in tallow. Men uncivilised and horned, make haste; give praising grace, you wild beasts blessed to the marrow. Split, cast out readily darkling graze of sacrilege. So is left in plight, Lucifer’s might.
“Born my Shiver Malvae. Man has brought forth inhumanly heralds; false fleshes of we of the folly. Fathering bene Ha-Elohim: making angelic trespasses of the Nephilim.”
“Noon-light never shies from her every thought that fleet. My poor half-child. Perhaps I made her into an abomination. Elfin womanhood burgeoning under the viotor. To resurrect and rise with wilful serpent ringed and become a demon with fairless eyes.”
Filling her delicate, nasal passages in the fmefold, a fetid stench, deathliness. Sweet Shiver. A weapon’s ghastly springing.”
“Lucifer did silence and shelve the impish charm. My Sibyl Farling, by death-burdened, imagined with beauty felling; a world newly-painted and penned. To render its constitution and with hair falling into her pretty countenance, I witnessed her frowning little brow drawing on a universal light: once that Holiness she drew on was taken, surely its absence left a hollow in heaven."
Later when Evan told Alice this story paraphrased from Monovalent, she had smiled to herself so pleased was she that it had finally been confirmed that she was special, different. She had also marvelled at the time, on how she had ended up in the Wright House convalescent unit for mental health in the first pce after being there a good month, Evan nearly three weeks.
Alice was conceived first. She was impnted in a professional middle-css woman in her early thirties with tubal defects. Evan came second. Was given to a young, fit wealthy woman of twenty-five whose husband was infertile. After their births both of which went smoothly or at least as much as a birth can Aryan began documenting their progress.
Monovalent whose software was hardwired to their brains could see everything the two Shiver saw as if literally seeing through their eyes.
Evan was fed formu from birth and though he showed no outward signs of either enjoying the taste or enjoying the experience, he did however eat almost the exact amount he was supposed to and as a result was a very healthy, average-sized baby.
Evan was for an infant rather quieted: he did neither scare easily nor cry and rarely hollered but would often to lie still for hours, concentrating on something like a light spun across a wall or especially a noise either of nature or musical. His mother once found him semi-conscious; fevered eyes transfixed to something ying outside the window, oblivious to everything in the general vicinity.
Alice also rarely wept or reacted outwardly to pain. She did occasionally yelp when scared but this still happened far less often than with more typical child. Alice loved patterns and colours and would point at brightly-coloured woven rug or the local parakeets or her mother’s cerulean, blue China cup with absolute glee and delight.
Alice though healthy-cheeked seemed to thrive on only a little of her mother’s milk or solids her mother transferred her to in a desperate bid to increase her consumption. She seemed to the woman, a tiny, underweight baby eating half what should have been yet seemed hearty enough to Alice, herself examining in pictures ter. Mutters of “over-worrying” from other retives were heard.
Appearance rgely self-same as her predecessor whom Emanuel having seen and described photos of his “as an infant lulbied and like a once forgone sweetheart Sibyl Farling;”
“A lost form sombre turned to red mirth of the little infant, a Shiver in kind. One, the very light fairing. Yet bloomed in the drearied and soon to her, every pale moth, might snowy flock. I am ready to see how in the hardships of life she might fare as see first pale tuft of hair go from downy to dense, abundant. From ash to shade oddly mystical, as if someone spun bale of hay in the finest golden spindle.”
“With her not-quite clone rewrought. For the blue-print were merely copied. Returned her wilfulness and will someday lie amidst the joys, I’m no more forsaking. For past the mige, she’s to become the brightness of my beloved… Heavenly, gated in vivid-gilding, with golden furlings, she’s pointed and curtailed-faced a flying fox in the image of Father fair.”
Alice’s mother loved her daughter’s baby food, yet Alice turned up nose either in disgust or apathy with refusal to eat more than few scarce morsels. This continued on until something rather unusual happened. Five or so months after buying a particurly opulent chocote pudding for babies (and eating five of the mini- jar’s herself) Alice’s mother sat her down for what she expected to be another typical meal-time routine.
Alice after steadfastly adhering to her usual one-bite routine as did with all other foods despite numerous pleas, never ending games of “here comes the airpne “and various other enticing’s even one snapped bout of shouting was one day watching her mother eating the pudding and smiling.
Delicate, fragile infant Alice in her little dress and flowery hat, who for so long had never looked at her mother during these feeding rituals, today turned her face towards her mother’s and looked at her. She studied her mother with huge, dark, expressive eyes. Intently she watched with enthralled, hawk-like concentration as the food went into her mother’s mouth causing her to smile and to appear “happy”. Then little Alice smiled her very first smile. A smile, utterly exquisite: a genuine expression of pure joy. Alice picked up her little spoon with a swift, spurious movement. She grabbed the full jar from her mother’s willing hand and, without further ado, devoured the entire messy lot giggling and gurgling gleefully.
Presumably her infant brain made the connection that food made her mother “happy” and had some inherent value for pleasure reasons. Her enhanced smell and supertaster properties so she could detect poisons and spoiled food for maximum health the scientists gifted her had the downside of making her very sensitive to bitter or strong tastes and more finicky. As she got older as with most children her tastebuds gradually grew used to the strong tastes and textures especially if the food were sweetened with sugar or cream or butter.
Aryan documented that his cultivating them as sociopaths thus far seemed successful. He found that although fairly happy, alert, and responsive babies they shared a few unusual characteristics. The first was that neither bonded terrifically well with their mothers.
Alice ran away several times and Mist preferred the company of his teddy bear and favourite book “Wolves of the Wild” to his family’s company rather often. Neither was consistently touchy-feely although Alice had bouts of unreserved affection that Aryan deemed “odd’ considering what she was. She remained adamantly distrustful of anyone other than her mother though and would hide in the presence of strangers.
A little violent, Mist bit or kicked anyone who tried to pick him up unwanted, and Alice herself was also known to indulge in this behaviour. Despite usually being retively cheerful, pleasant children, they experienced what Aryan could only describe as bouts of btant depression. This depression was not a result of outside stimuli (pain, illness, outrage at parental punishment, or withholding of something desirable whether it be food, toys, or attention). It struck the children at any time and their eyes reflected at these points a frighteningly adult-like sorrow.
They were also remarkably-beautiful children with huge eyes; everyone who saw them said so. Angels, pixies, puppy-dogs, cute, beautiful, simply adorable, gorgeous creatures they had been honoured with every compliment imaginable before their first birthday.
“Their rge as the sweetest, possum-beast eyes probing and that the infant face starred, were perhaps their most striking feature. Mist’s eyes were that deep, purple-gray of a tempest cloud, Alice’s doe-like and so liquid dark as to be ebony- bck in most lights. Their pointy delicate faces and pointy, elf-like ears were however also exquisite, and they had soft, blonde hair; silver-blond in Mist’s case and redder locks in Alice’s.
Pale, creamy, and translucent they had also (an idea of Monovalent’s) been given an unearthly glow via a gene taken from a fish with luminescent scales and inserted in their DNA. Thus, fwless white-ivories of their inhuman flesh shone bluish and electrically-luminescent in the dark. Glowing house-pnts had been created as a novelty for a while but ter forgotten. Monovalent had found them beautiful and thought it was a travesty, they’d gone out of fashion.
Tasteless, boring, fashion-obsessed cretins are what most people are, he thought. It was very subtle this change though and could easily be written off as mere blue veins being visible through their incredibly delicate skin and giving them a blue glow: so, none would suspect them as any different from normal children.
Their reaction to pain was what Aryan described as animalistic. They would seek neither comfort nor would they cry or scream or whine when sick or hurt instead they would find a corner or secluded area to hide in till the pain abated. If a mother or adult ventured in and offered help or comfort or enquired about their symptoms they both resisted in an afraid, hostile almost violent manner.
Alice’s burst eardrum was a result of this, whilst her mother was upstairs reading her father in the garden Alice y quietly watching TV. Two hours ter Alice’s mother found her still lying there quietly, calmly: the pillow her head was resting on was drenched in blood.
Isabel Rose Wiley was born to a surrogate (his mother had uterine cancer and recovered but was rendered infertile) three years after Evan was. As commercial surrogacy was illegal in Australia his well-off but cheap upper-css parents travelled to India and hired an Indian woman to carry the child a woman who had six children of her own who were all starving in poverty-stricken squalor.
Evan’s mother took great pride and a feeling of moralistic righteousness, in telling friends she had helped out a poor Indian woman by paying her so handsomely. What she neglected to mention, was the fact that not only had she purposely travelled to India instead of the States where it was also legal but far more expensive, but that the surrogacy agency that she used took most of the money. She also talked no end about how good it was she wasn’t carrying this child, embryos were parasites that sapped their mother’s beautiful body to her detriment despite scientists like Mary Karin who clearly showed it to be a symbiotic retionship.
Meanwhile, the Indian woman who carried Isabel so her other children wouldn’t starve to death was still impoverished and now bereft from the loss of the surrogate child she had just carried. At night she always heard in her head the phantom cries of the child Isabel, who was taken from her womb.
Evan reacted to his sister not with either jealousy or interest in a new pymate as most children did, but a complete antipathy. He treated her as though she were part of the furniture and not a real live baby at all.
Evan’s mother regurly told him as he got a little older that “it’s your brotherly duty to watch over your little sister Isabel”, even though it wasn’t.
“Watch what you’re doing Evan!” His mother chastised him even when he was doing nothing. When this happened, Evan usually apologized tonelessly or gave her one of his eerie, bnk looks before getting up and leaving the room without another word.
When their mother used this on Isabel, Isabel would protest often truthfully, “I wasn’t doing anything mama,” and would get a stinging sp for her efforts.
When Alice was three, a month prior to four, Aryan Gray finally released the wonder that was Virtual Technology. Five years ago, he had created Monovalent, the virtual technology and artificial intelligence entity. Its programming was the end result of his colboration with Lemmings another expert in biochemistry and brain function and Emanuel, the highly gifted software engineer.
He and the company could now open it publicly or at least release the virtual aspect of it as technology to the public. The company wanted to release it earlier, but Aryan insisted they would go bankrupt unless all major kinks (like the communicating particles overriding impulses in the test subject's brain.)
Aryan still shuddered with horror and pity, remembering the day it happened. Luckily, the subject made it to the hospital in time and didn’t sue). Although on the brink of breakthroughs to make the androids generated on a rge enough scale to be useful, the virtual technology had been mastered first.
Their Large Multinational Corporation, Holographics, and the Android Revolution Unlimited had new pns to have a software team headed by Emanuel and Aryan, use programming simir to Monovalent’s artificial intelligence to design robot workers to repce dangerous jobs in the workforce.
Monovalent Realms, it was to be called: a fact which brought a ghastly smile to his lips but a bnk, tight-lipped incomprehension to most anyone else’s would be used for a variety of mediums. Monovalent needed humanity to survive as much as they’d increasingly need him, and his design thusly focused less on being an individual entity and more on human /machine bonding.
He had considered calling it after the wraith; death omen apparitions that in old Scottish lore people about to perish saw within twenty-four hours of their death. An obvious ghost in the machine reference. Yet were regrettably far too cliché by this point. Social networking groups and gamers would use Monovalent to enhance their computing experiences for just a start.
Monovalent was a true breakthrough created just prior to Alice and Evan. He was artificial intelligence in its truest form, able to process information and utilize it fully to create ideas, communicate, and hold personal values and understandings.
Not as such a single machine but invisible mobile nano-particles with high memory storage, problem-solving, environmental comprehension, and learning capacities, and a cleverly, meticulously designed computer program. Could thusly be downloaded and wirelessly communicated as easily as the internet or wireless phones or games.
Virtual reality that wasn’t hollow images you could walk right through like a ghost could only occur, not in the computer but in the brain. The mind was tricked into creating the bulk of what you saw: the computer only amplified and reinforced the images, and it didn’t function properly unless the individual was put into a hypnotic dreamlike state.
This state was how people used the Monovalent realms the majority of the time. Begun to use it for instructional videos, family/friend gatherings simutions, school, and adult education if they were external students, and the fantasy role-paying worlds.
They would be fooled into believing what they saw as a hundred percent real like in a dream or whence taking a hallucinatory substance. Monovalent Realms could alter brain waves and functions slightly without the hooks up to the main part of the machine but only to create hollow images weaker than what one normally experienced.
In a workpce, people could not feasibly have induced any unusual states of mind. Luckily, they didn’t have to be for him to program an office computer with Monovalent realms installed and connected to it. “It would do the small amount of tweaking necessary to trick the mind with simple visual and sound-based hallucination images,” he expined to prospective businesses.
He pnned to sell it eventually to the armed forces and police for combat training but not unless they paid his rather hefty price. He didn’t wish to. Considering they used animals as guinea pigs in their bomb squad training and that ck of adequate training of w enforcers often led to bad decisions in hostage and violent situations, he thought it the lesser of two evils.
Practicing hostage and violent situations with various simutions of different profile criminals (the impulsive criminal, the insane, the unbanced, the opportunistic criminal, etc.) Various strategies to deal with them and the situation at hand would probably, eventually, save more lives than it took.
The only question, he pondered, is whether we want a more efficient army or police force with a greater capacity to kill. That however he would concern himself with ter: for now, he wanted to protect the little animals used as guinea pig test subjects and the people who might otherwise die due to poor practical training and bad judgment of the w enforcers.
He soon donated it for free to mental institutions. To simute real-world situations to help integrate particurly those with anxiety disorders back into the real world with perfectly safe emutions of real-world simutions that could slowly be moved on to the real thing.
He had a series of rules about not just how corporations, but people exploiting the technology. “Must never be used to wallow in unhealthy obsessions such as grieving individuals using it to pretend a loved one was still alive.” Soon he announced such online, smiling, in his dark, pressed suit, that it “could not be used for more than a maximum of six hours a day.”
“No one shall be allowed to get so attached to the fantasy and left unable to cope with the harsh truths of an imperfect reality. No indulgences in particurly violent, sadistic or self-destructive and masochistic fantasies lest it encourage them.”
The st one was a rule he ter and regretfully, somewhat expunged. He ever-smiled thinking of merry children pying sweet fantasy games; dragon quests even war games and zombie apocalypses for boys and games for little girls with cute animals, ponies, and pet fulfillment fantasies.
People would meet up in a fantasy nd of their choosing with friends or family that had gone away, and they were missing. Strengthening beautiful bonds. Loved ones in another state or country could delve into the computer at the same time and hold one another as if truly there.
Grandparents, parents, children, aunts, and uncles could all have Christmas together without ever having to leave their homes. Students at school and university could practice and test out simutions of their chosen careers.
Soon Aryan sold it to emergency services to simute fires, gas leaks, on-the-job injuries, and poisonings helping people practice calmly handling them. Emergency in a hospital for inexperienced doctors and nurses could finally be simuted in preparation for the reality.
People in the recreation department indulged in many a fantasy nd. Thanking him with gushing virtual mails, for letting them rex after a hard day. He had allowed people to fly like a bird, swim like a mermaid, or be a Roman gdiator, a brave soldier in a war, an international spy or alien, or a great world leader. Experience an opulent mansion and beach breezes normally two hours away from home. A voyage in outer space among Saturn’s rings and dark matter or the por ice-caps never went amiss.
The technology was paid for by the hour, so six hours a day would be very expensive. Fantasies of magical worlds or being rich, beautiful, and famous, or having the perfect job, family made many happy for that five-hour-a-day scope limit. Whilst incredibly expensive to buy and install in one’s house existed special virtual internet cafes where the poor could go and py for seven hours for three days a week, and he financed it all.
If the poor couldn’t afford a holiday, it was a perfect simution: complete with taste, sound, sight, and smell. They would experience a day staying in a first-css hotel in a foreign country of their choosing. Aryan as the now CEO of the Australian branch of the private computing company stood to earn countless billions from his work.
“Monovalent,” he expined proudly and commandingly, in yet another, worldwide announcement, friendly undertone to his voice and standing at his full six foot three height, “will store all the information an expert would have. Teach people as their instructor in a practical setting yet completely virtual. Monovalent can store an almost infinite amount of information in its various databanks far more than even the most efficient human minds. Might soon create holograms to repce shop assistants, teachers, lecturers, and some administrative personnel too.”
It soon became a go-to instructional tool for people wanting to learn the basics of drawing, pying an instrument, and learning a new nguage. Couples wanting to see if they were ready for a baby. Practice first aid, read to children, medical and surgical training, and diagnose basic medical problems. Computing skills and even horse riding lessons, karate, and continued to train fire-fighters, army personnel, and police for violent situations.
In Monovalent’s realm, many people learned to cook, swim, and drive. Illiterate adults learned to read and write (sparing them the embarrassment of going to adult csses). Essentially utilized to repce a multitude of basic forms of training or teaching.
This would be less expensive to run and maintain for companies at the moment than the androids he was working on. The androids would soon take menial jobs people heartily dislike. Far more than the holographic Monovalent realms could do; things requiring a corporal body. Secretaries, delivery men, fruit pickers, waitresses, cleaners, plumbers and electricians. Monovalent remote controlled both holograms and the android bodies.
It also had a far greater connectivity and speed. The virtual reality and the superior internet and wireless technology would be marketed together. He pnned to sell the internet access cheaply and hoped every home would be using it within a couple of years. Virtual reality would of course remain expensive for a while at the company’s insistence.
Eventually, once he had guaranteed they would have other work to repce their old jobs he would let virtual reality and robots take over menial and dangerous jobs to make everyone’s life easier, but it needed a socialist government safely in pce first…
“The reason the androids must be expensive,” he informed people, “is they’re in their infancy and prone to problems and break-downs. “
Aryan’s company would pay for Monovalent realms to be kept well-maintained. Other companies might though have a decent price for it or the androids. The androids once perfected though would be just as profitable and useful as virtual technology.
Neither would he market to companies as job-fillers to avoid them firing workers and repcing them with holograms or androids causing people to lose jobs all in the name of corporate productivity which he, somewhat ironically, despised. Someday when it further advanced in complexity Monovalent realms and robots could repce many jobs even general practitioners, teachers, and work instructors as tools of learning. Designing and maintaining them would become the new workforce’s objective.
For now, he would refuse to market his product for this purpose. Soon though his AI might negate the need for face-to-face action in some retail and administrative jobs, little difference between a worker who was real, and a competent one who was holographic.
Some well-known scientific researchers he began working with after graduation in a university research facility had affiliations and funding from another rge, computing company. One that had long been desperate for new innovations such as the virtual technology breakthrough to keep their monopoly in IT. The scientists, mostly software engineers who founded it, had been happy to agree to a merger.
Monovalent software could replicate itself perfectly making infinite copies of itself once inside a computer and its original hardware form was easily portable, compact, and light. The AI aspect existed as complex, brain-like electrical impulses that could move seamlessly to transfer their data from one program and computer to another.
The Projecting of simple, 3D but insubstantial everyday images that spoke a few choice sentences like giving directions to the office floor, reading the lesson page out of a history book as a substitute teacher, was far easier than creating the complex virtual images, and sounds, smells and touches of fantasy worlds. As well as the instructional worlds of Monovalent realms that were designed to make one feel the experience was one hundred percent real.
