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Authors: Colin F. Barnes

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Gerry didn’t know what to think. He just worked with numbers, factors, and probabilities.

Underneath the stench of booze, something rotten hung in the air. A putrefied, sweet smell tingled his nose hairs and stuck in the back of his throat.

Petal walked to a nook and opened a curtain. Sitting on his ass was Mike Welling. His skin had mulched to a grey-green mottled colour, as if it had rotted from the inside out. It sagged in disgusting black and purple lumps. He sat in a pool of black viscous liquid that dripped from every orifice—the NanoStem solution.

“You can see we’ve been trying to help him. For two days we managed to keep it out, but last night the demon breached the ’Stem defence, and… well, you can see the results. It’s a particularly brutal one.”

Waves of grief flashed through Gerry’s guts. His legs felt like rubber. He grabbed the edge of the table to support himself. “You’re mad. You’re all bloody mad.”

“That’s possible, my friend, but ya need us,” Gabe said from the doorway. “That thing there is ya pal Mike. That’s what’s gonna happen to ya. It hacked Mike’s AI first, changed the exemption list, and has chosen ya for poezession. Y’ain’t got long, man.”

“I don’t feel… Mags hasn’t changed. Nothing’s bypassed my security.”

“Not yet,” Petal said. “But you feel those shakes?”

Gerry nodded. “That’s just Mags doing her thing with the D-Lottery reg.”

“No. That’s the demon screwing the bejesus out of your Mags’s back door. It’s trying to impregnate her like it’s done with your pal Mike. Here, watch.”

Petal pushed Gerry closer to the zombified creature that barely resembled his old friend and boss. They’d known each other since they were toddlers. Came out of the same breeding programme. Selected for the same career path. Gerry had always looked up to him, and here he was, a shell. A rotting shell.

He blinked the tears from his eyes, breathed deeply—and then regretted it. He gagged on the stench of bad eggs and rotting meat.

Petal took a HackSlate from her breast pocket and swiped a three-fingered gesture across its neon-blue holographic surface. The device was barely larger than her palm and as thin as paper. She was connecting to their internal network. Gerry had heard about these devices. A few of his colleagues had worked on defence systems against them. They had the ability to bypass most front-line security systems. He’d have to ask her where they got them from, but now wasn’t the time.

Petal smiled at Gerry. Her full lips stretched wide, exposing sharp canines. She resembled a wolf pup on the edge of adulthood.

“Time to wake him up.” She drew yet more complex gestures across the slate until a few seconds later the body twitched. “Hey, Mike. Your old pal’s here to say hi.”

Zombie Mike lifted its head, focusing a milky eye on Gerry. A flash of recognition slithered across its vision. Its swollen lips parted, and it spoke.

“Kill. Me. Kill me now…” And then the thing started to thrash against the restraints before a different voice spoke. “Ahhh, Mr Cardle, just the man I was sent to get—what treasures you’ll give to me… what secrets you’ll reveal. Now, come here!” The thing lurched towards Gerry, trying to claw at him, but the restraints held it back.

Gerry jumped back. “Oh, god, Mike!” Gerry screamed, shocked, unable to comprehend the horror of the situation. The thing moaned, then whined, seemingly in pain. “Can’t you put him out of his misery?”

“We’re tryin’, man.” Gabe pointed to the NanoStem solution. “The demon has royally screwed with his AIA. Got into his brain, neural pathways, nervous system. It’s like a living virus. An artificial evil. You guys, with ya goddamn brain-mods, are clueless as to what ya’ve done. It’s using him to get to the algorithm in ya head, in ya damned AIA.”

Gerry ignored the AIA argument. He’d monitored the anti-AIA groundswell for years, but the Family always handled it. Severe punishments for those who uninstalled them soon quelled the rebellion. And despite his wondering what it’d be like without a modded brain, there wasn’t a single report of anything detrimental to having one. He turned to Petal. “Have you tried—”

“Everything. Apart from one.”

“And you need me for this one thing?”

“Yeah.”

“And it’s dangerous?”

“Hell yeah.”

Chapter 3

 

M
ike Welling, Gerry’s best friend, colleague, and godfather to his kids, was now essentially the animated dead. Before this moment, Gerry had never given a second thought to anything paranormal. Heck, no one did these days. Technology was so prevalent and life so comfortable that there was no need to seek solace in superstition, myth or religion. There were still a tiny minority of people, usually the crazed or the high, who believed in such things, but generally that kind of old-fashioned faith had died decades ago.

But seeing that thing, that creature in the corner, made Gerry think twice. There was something not right about the situation, about Gabe, the girl, any of it. How did he end up smack-bang in the middle of it all? Coincidence was the usual explanation. But maybe there was some other reason? He wasn’t sure about anything anymore. Gerry took one last look at the forlorn, animated doppelgänger and returned to the living room.

Gabe and Petal said nothing as he walked past them.

He slumped into a sofa.

Gabe sat opposite. His eyes were deep set and surrounded by a thin blanket of veined skin. Gerry noticed he was the self-medicating kind. The telltale red blotches across his nose gave it away. But after seeing what he had to deal with, Gerry was beginning to understand.

“We tracked the demon for a week before it got into ya boss,” Gabe said. “We tried to stop it, but it was too quick for either of us. It’s using Mike’s AIA.”

“That’s why it’s keeping Mike alive?”

“He’s not alive, not really. There’s nothing of Mike left in there. His mind’s been shot to hell. The demon just wanted him for his AIA and the resulting access. We believe the algorithm’s been the target all along.”

“But why?”

“You should know that. It’s your algorithm that determines the D-Lottery numbers.”

Gerry considered the ramifications. What would a seemingly evil force want with the exemption list? People could be added or removed. What would be the benefit of taking people off the list and altering the algorithm?

“Oh no…”

“What is it, man? Tell me.”

Gerry wondered if this is what it felt like to go to confession back in the days before the Dome. “I control the algorithm, right? The buck stops with me, now that Mike’s—well, you know…” He still couldn’t believe he was dead; he tried to compartmentalise his grief into a neat and tidy box. Some of it inevitably spilled out, but he regained control after a few deep breaths.

“Go on,” Gabe prompted.

“The members of the Family and the controlling councils are on the exemption list. If they are removed and this demon or whatever it is can change the algorithm, it can choose whose numbers come up, and the network will do the rest.”

“By ‘do the rest’, you mean kill ’em? Because of your goddamn interconnections and reliance on the network?”

“Yes, but damn it, how can it change the algorithm? Only through me and my systems at Cemprom can that be changed. And besides, the councils and the Family are ring-fenced from the algorithm anyway.”

“The code’s messed up. Somehow, through Mike, it’s able to get in somewhere. There’s a leak in ya security. Cemprom, and by extension you, have been compromised.”

“Without me knowing? Impossible. It’s all a part of me, damn it.” That violated feeling again spread its icy fingers through his brain. Then he remembered—his dermal implant. “You! You hacked me! How do I know all this wasn’t you? You could have put the demon or whatever it is in my code.”

Gabe just shook his head. “I needed to check ya code, man. How many instances of a hacked AIA via a dermal implant have you ever heard of?”

Gerry thought for a second and knew it was impossible. But the alternative was a demon AI on the loose in the network? No way. It was unheard of. He snorted out the remaining air in his lungs. His temples throbbed. “Okay. Let’s assume you’re right. Why is it waiting a week for the network to kill me when it could just end me now?”

“Who said it would wait?”

The shadow cast from the wide-brimmed hat grew darker over Gabe’s eyes. His already deathly pallor deepened. The consequences of that question played out in Gerry’s mind: if the demon already had control of his AIA, then he wasn’t needed. He could be killed—at any time.

“I need to contact my family.”

Gabe shook his head. “It ain’t safe. Ya can’t speak with ’em again.”

“What? Ever?”

Gabe sighed and stood up. A multitude of creaks and clicks came from his joints. It was obvious not being in the network excluded him from the Medicaid provisions afforded to regular members of society.

“The demon will keep ya alive for however long it considers you an asset—like it’s done with Mike.”

“Which could mean I’m done for any second.”

“Not completely. Not yet, anyway. Come with me. We’ll get ya hooked up to the network and see what’s crawling around inside ya. This is what Petal and I do. Have a little faith, man.”

 

***

 

The room behind the curtain resembled a grey cube with several old-fashioned computer terminals set into darkened nooks along the walls. Gerry recognised them from his parents’ photographs of their lives before the Cataclysm.

“I can’t believe any of these survived,” he said out loud, more for his comfort than general interest. The place stank of sweat and mould. A high-back swivel chair sat in front of each cubicle. All chrome curves and angles, with heavy straps integrated in the arms. Not a good sign. He’d heard about underground sex dens, but since the full integration of the city-wide network, that kind of thing was quickly snuffed out. He’d even worked on some of the search strings and algorithms to identify the chatter and thought patterns via people’s AIAs.

Overhead, running along the ceiling, more wire mesh writhed between joists. He could sense the flow of petabytes that ran through the fibre-optic cables. A part of him wanted to dive in the current of information. See what flowed there. See what could be manipulated, assessed, controlled.

“This network is secure, right?”

“As secure as it gets,” Petal said, with not a hint of exaggeration in her soft voice.

In front of the computer monitors, a series of cables with interface plugs lay like entwined snakes.

It was the ultimate crime to access one’s AIA so directly. And to do it off-the-grid, on a secure network, was akin to screwing an AIDS-riddled prostitute with no protection. Potential suicide.

Gerry’s skin crawled, and a cold spot spread throughout his spine. This was up there with blatant satanic worship or treason.

“This the only way?”

“Let’s just get a move on before you snuff it, eh?” Petal pushed him towards a chair.

No other options. Who knew how long he had? Could be struck down at any time. The dermal implants were fitted with concentrated Cyanide+ V2.0. All controlled by the AIA, of course—and by extension the Family. Guaranteed one thousand years of life—if you did what they wanted.

This was not what they wanted.

But he had other responsibilities: Beth, his wife, and his two girls. He thought about them. They needed him. He needed them. He had to do something. He couldn’t face the thought of not being there for his family.

Closing his eyes, he uttered, “Okay.”

Gerry mentally transferred his PIN. He was interfacing with Mags. It didn’t feel like it used to. Felt foreign. It responded like it should, but Gerry knew something had changed. A silence of data chatter. A neurotic silence full of tension, and expectation.

He requested a rundown of his inbox. Nothing.

Checked his social networks. Nothing.

Searched his personal net for the latest news headlines. Nothing.

The demon broke down each node as it got closer to its destination.

Mags accepted Gerry’s PIN, and he was at root level.

Gerry turned to Gabe and Petal.

“Okay. Do what you got to do.”

Gerry’s arms thrashed against the restraints in the chair, and his body tensed like a rod: every fibre of his being rejected the process, but it didn’t stop. He thought he would experience something special, something enlightening. Mags had been a part of him for as long as he could remember, and he had a certain image of her sitting on a grand throne, tentacles manipulating computer terminals, but he saw nothing. He felt a great deal, though. A pain in the soul was the only way he could describe it.

“She’s been busy,” Gabe said, staring at the old CRT monitor inside his cubicle opposite Gerry.

“Poor girl got penetrated,” Petal said.

“Does it have control of her?” Gerry asked.

“Not yet. That’s the good news. Bad news is the demon’s got its claws into her.”

“The algorithm? Does it have full access?”

“I can’t see that far in,” Gabe said. “Petal, what can ya see?”

“The demon is using Mike’s AIA to interface with yours, Gerry. It’s screwing by proxy. Did you bridge your systems for some reason?”

Gerry thought back. “Damn it. Yes. Last week. We were experimenting with a new internode protocol. It was done entirely off the network, though. Nothing could have…” Then he thought of Jasper again. He’d started work just a day before.

“How can we stop it?”

Silence.

All three sat in the darkened room, strapped into the chairs, heads jacked into the local network. Their bodies acted as nothing more than servers and routers. Humanity was in short supply.

“Guys, just tell me. I doubt I’ve got long if it’s screwing with the algorithm.”

“You’ve got kids, right?” Gabe asked.

“Yeah, two girls.”

“A wife?” Petal asked.

“A wife, yes.”

“If you want to see them again, you need to open your AIA ports to the demon. Let it in entirely.”

Gerry wanted to turn and stare at the girl, to give her his best ‘are you mentally ill?’ look, but the restraints held.

Gabe spoke up and broke the harsh silence. “Once we have it in your AIA, we can trap it ’ere in our protection room.”

“And how do I do that?” Gerry asked.

“Hang on. I’m sniffing it and will tell you the port numbers to open up. It’ll jump in quicker than a hobo at a free food store.”

Pulses of information threatened to fry Gerry’s brain as Petal let down some of the walls of protection. The demon’s digital tentacles were all over Mags, searching for entry. Her subroutines launched into action but were instantly uninstalled by the demon. This made Gerry’s head twitch as if he were having a fit. His eyes fluttered in a frenzied motion. He wanted to call out, tell her to stop, but then he heard Petal’s voice over the communicator.

“Eighty-oh-one. Thirty-three-zero. Seventy-oh-eight-seven.”

Gerry heard a harsh feedback screech through his communicator, followed by the bizarrely calm voice of Gabe. “Good work, Petal. Punch those numbers, man. Let the beast in, and I’ll do the rest.”

Gerry’s hands thrashed uncontrollably against the arm rests. Jolts of pain mixed with overwhelming feelings of doom crashed through his system. He’d never experienced evil until this point. That thought caught him off-guard. Was it evil? It was just code, just another artificial-intelligence programme. Surely evil couldn’t be programmed…?

Ignoring this random thought process, he transferred the instructions to Mags to open the specified ports. It was easier than expected. No resistance, no warnings.

Petal was right. The demon was quick. The nanosecond the ports opened, that black mass entered Mags like an eager teenager beginning their first sexual experience.

There was no struggle, no last dump of security subroutines. It was quite the anticlimax. Gerry had expected something more explosive. Mags remained silent, running its various processes as normal: no reports, no alarms, no execution of disaster protocols or breach of defence systems.

“Did it work?” Gerry asked between panting breaths.

There was a long silence. Gerry could feel the tension in the room. Petal was unusually quiet. Gabe was busy at work, he knew that much. He could see in his mind the flow of traffic increase exponentially from Gabe’s terminal to his AIA.

After five minutes of furious typing, grunts and expletives. Gabe finally spoke. “It’s done.”

“Now what?” Gerry asked.

“I exorcise it. Ya need to get off the grid, though. Uninstall Mags completely.”

“Are you mad?”

“Possibly, yeah, but trust me on this one.”

“But if I uninstall her, I’ll—”

“Be a free man? Absolutely. It’s that or death—for you and for anyone else connected with you.”

“My whole life will be over. I’ll be a criminal, a rogue. My whole existence, and my family’s, is on the grid. I can’t do that. I’ll be—”

“Just like us,” Petal said.

Mags communicated to him,
“Thank you for your sacrifice, Gerry. You have just one day left. Please inform the Council of your funeral arrangements.”

“It’s changed ya internal clock, man. The algorithm’s next. Think about ya contact list. Everyone on that list could have their numbers up. Ya family, friends, colleagues. Is it worth it?”

Gerry considered Gabe’s words while trying to ignore that he potentially had just one day left to live. Going off the grid was almost as bad as dying. He would lose the ability to work, to support his family. He’d be an outlaw.

He would have to leave his family behind. His entire life as he knew it would be over. The alternative was either death or this demon taking entire sections of society off the exemption list. Too much to risk. How could he willingly allow that to happen? His city, the only place he’d ever known, was precious. It was a virtual utopia—for good or bad—and he couldn’t just idly watch its destruction, regardless of the downsides.

Not much of a choice, though: his own life and an end to his suffering, or possibly an entire city’s stability. As difficult as it was, he realised in truth it was an easy decision when he thought about it: he couldn’t let the whole city down. Sure, the place had problems. The Family were maniacal with their control, but people still had good lives, safe lives.

The image of his daughters and wife conjured in his mind. He couldn’t let them suffer if he had the choice to stop it. Picturing them that morning around the breakfast table, he ignored the pain that stabbed at his heart and made the decision. He logged in at super-root level, meaning he could access the parts of his AIA that controlled how it worked at a fundamental level. It wasn’t something anyone could do.

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