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Chapter 33

Juan sat between Chase and Ally in the back of a
black SUV, two FBI agents dressed in black suits sat
in the front seat looking official.
“Good to see you man,” Juan opened.
“Cut the act, Juan,” says Chase, as he looks at Juan
and wonders,” just who is this guy?” “Who and what
are you Juan? You’re not my best friend, you were
my handler.”
Juan took out FBI identification and showed it to both
Ally and Chase. There was long silence “So,” Juan
paused and said, “Are you willing to answer a few
questions?”
Chase didn’t say a word.
Juan says, “I was made your partner in the NYPD to
keep an eye on you for the FBI who for some time
have suspected the purposes of EOJ and that the
President himself is a Guard. You were sent to kill me
because I was onto Congressman Dean. You’re not a
human being, and you’re not an American. You’re a
thing,” Juan said.
“That’s supposed to get us to talk to you?” Ally
interjected.
“You’re pretty for a ‘thing,’ you’re Ally, right?” Juan
asked.
“Yes that’s right, and I'm not a thing. I'm a cybernetic
synthetic organism and just as much alive as you are,
maybe more so. I don't judge or have prejudices
against others, as you seem to,” Ally responds.
"Your girlfriend is a bit prickly for a robot," Juan
snickers.
"I'd be careful about what you say about others,"
Chase stands up for Ally, "and she is not my
girlfriend."
Ally looks hurt, "And why not, you kissed me?"
“I’m a friend of Sam’s,” Juan says looking closely at
Ally.
“A friend, that’s hard to believe,” Chase shoots back,
“Sam is dead, a Russian addition to the EOJ central
committee named Ivan Kolinski just shot him."
Juan is stunned, “Oh,” he says and falls back in his
seat silent for a moment and then becomes very angry
and says, “The problem with you Chase is that you
have no sense of right and wrong, you have no
morals, and you have no values. That makes all of
you Guards dangerous. If it was up to me I would
have had all of you destroyed when we first found out
about EOJ.”
Chase replies, “We didn’t kill Sam, humans did.
Guards only kill who or what humans tell them to
kill. These are
your
morals, not ours. But, in fact,
Ivan shot Sam. You claim I don’t know what my
values are? Where are your values or you should ask,
what
are your values? Now, where are you taking
us?”
Juan says, “You know this is all a big game, the FBI
knows about EOJ, EOJ knows about the FBI knowing
and this is why you were sent to kill me. I’ve been
heading up an investigation into the real objectives of
EOJ. You know I liked Sam. He saved my life and I
promised him that I would not destroy either of you.
He said that the two of you were special. So! What’s
so special about a piece of garbage like you or it,” he
says, referring to Ally?”
Chase remains very still and does not speak.
Juan continues aggressively, “You’d better start
speaking or I’m going to…”
Chase instantly grabs Juan by the throat and repeats,
“Where are you taking us?”
The FBI agent, in the front seat who had been
watching the action, responds by placing a gun to
Chase’s forehead. Ally instantly takes the gun out of
the agent’s hand, removes the clip from the gun and
drops it to the car floor. “Don’t do that,” Ally says.
Chase let’s go of Juan’s throat and repeats in a
slightly louder voice, “Where are you taking us?”
Juan grabs his throat and strokes it saying, “Where
would you like to go? Frankly, we just wanted to talk
to you.”
“Right, we want to go to a large hotel and be placed
in a suite on a high floor; we will then speak to you,”
Chase says.
“Sure, no problem; but this is Washington and there
are no high floors, any preference, any specific
hotel?” Juan asks.
“No,” Chase responds.
The three of them are quiet. You can feel the tension
between them.
“This is twice you’ve threatened to kill me,” Juan
complains.
“Juan you're way too dramatic. I was just tickling
your throat,” Chase retorts smiling and continues, “if
I had wanted you dead, you’d have been dead in less
than three seconds but you’ve been playing both
sides. I just read your files. As my handler you’re
getting treatment for your sick daughter and you're an
FBI agent spying on EOJ, naughty, naughty!” Chase
explains mildly.
Juan replies, “You know I tried not to like you. I tried
not to get close to you, knowing you were a machine,
but you are under my skin. My precious sick Maria
adores you. She wants to marry you when she grows
up, I don't have the heart to tell her you're a robot so
there must be something very likeable about you,
Chase.”
“I’m not a machine. I too am a cybernetic synthetic
organism. I’ve been kept asleep and manipulated like
a machine for reasons that were not known to me
before. Now I’ve been awakened. Juan, are you sure
you’re not the one walking around in waking dreams,
asleep, unable to perceive reality. How do you know
you’re not? I didn’t know I was grown in a test tube,
have no family, and was ‘a creation,’ but how do you
humans know that you aren't all someone’s
experiment. My dream was that I really thought you
were my partner in the NYPD; that I was a Jew from
Long Island, had parents, and was normal except for
having headaches and then one day I awakened as
though from a deep dream. Don’t judge me!”
“Wow, Chase, what memory chip was that stored
on?” Juan says sarcastically.
“We don’t have chips. We have brains just like you,
except we have two of them,” Ally jumps in.
You know Juan you have a picture, an image of
yourself just like we did. I thought my life was real;
how do you know yours is? Chase probes.
"Because I don't drink that Dr. Boner’s crap, I know!
And I have a very sick child," Juan says loudly.
"But how do you really know? Ally says coldly.
"I just know!" Juan exclaims.
Chase says, "You humans all live in a dream; and I
know, because I’ve lived in a dream and I recognize
and know what that experience is, and you don't. All
of your thoughts and actions are mechanical, even
more mechanical than mine, you have no free will."
Juan sits back in his seat and smiles at both of them,
"You're both very good - good robot!"
They drove to the Washington Hilton, a beautiful
luxury hotel where Juan checked them in. They had
the top floor suite all to themselves.
Sitting on the sofa across from Chase and Ally, Juan
says, “You know there is only one bedroom in this
suite, or don’t you guys sleep; are you even male and
female, is that possible?”
“Are you jealous of us Juan?” Ally says coquettishly.
“No! Well, maybe a little,” Juan retorts.
“So what are your questions? We’re both tired, and
we do sleep, and personally I want to take both a
shower and a nap,” Chase says.
“Aren’t you afraid you’re going to short out, in the
water I mean?” Juan laughs at his own comments.
“Are you trying to be funny or obnoxious?” Ally
asks.
“Alright, who is charge of EOJ?”
“Congressman Charles Dean,” Chase answers.
“Who gives you your objectives?” Juan asks.
Ally answers, “We don’t know. Programs are placed
into our memory plasma including a unique
individual identity for that assignment. We were
always kept in a state of ‘waking sleep’ unless we
were malfunctioning or needed a specific kind of selfidentity or long term public life was required for
meeting the objective.”
“We would like both of you to work for us, the FBI,”
Juan said.
“We are always under threat of being re-programmed
by EOJ; at this moment for some reason we are able
to resist their directives, but we don’t even know how
we’re doing it. That’s all we know, they could even
be watching this meeting we’re having right now,”
Chase says.
“Sam said you were different, he said that Beneizen
had given you a new programming in an entirely
different language. He said their computers continued
to talk to you, but could no longer force you into
obedience.”
“Maybe that’s true, but it’s possible they could have
solved the new programming language or could do so
at any time. We truly don’t know,” Chase tells Juan.
“Sam said the new programming language would be
impossible for them to crack,” Juan says. “He told
me it was in a language nearly a million years old and
comes from a planet a hundred million light years
away, I would think that would be safe.”
“Nothing is impossible, maybe it’s not likely, but
Juan, you have a much bigger and more immediate
problem. EOJ has a plan to reduce world population
and as a test they plan on killing a million people in
New York City,” Chase says.
“They plan on what?” Juan is startled.
“They plan to kill huge numbers of people to
conserve world resources. There are other countries in
agreement with that directive. You probably know
that President Grant is a Guard and who knows how
many other world leaders may also be Guards? We
might be able to help you by hacking into the EOJ
computer and finding out their specific plans and
objectives.”
Juan is stunned, speechless. After a moment he asks,
“Why would you help us, what is your motivation?”
“There is a very deep programming in us - call it a
more objective morality. What if you could raise the
conscience of all mankind, to change how everyone
behaves towards each other and the planet itself?
They killed Sam and what they’re planning is as
abhorrent to us as it is to you. Our natural
programming is towards inner balance. We’re not just
machines Juan, we’re something quite different, and
we have consciences,” Chase explains.
“What does that mean?” Juan asks.
“Beneizen’s original intention for us was to be
objective judges with both the understanding and the
power to solve world disputes. Originally EOJ was
meant to be about world balance, world justice, the
arising of conscience for all mankind. What is good
for the planet is good for all of us. Our original
programming is to discover that sense of balance that
is deep within your human DNA. Beneizen and Sam
just magnified it. You see there is a higher
intelligence and universal order far beyond our
conscious understanding. There is a binding energy
that is so fine that it unites everything in the cosmos.
You see Juan; we have a human brain, and slowly
that brain and its sense of balance can, if understood
and manifested properly, harmonize our mechanical
parts.”
“Oh, well that’s clear, a philosophical robot; who
would have guessed?” Juan snaps. “I need to know
more about this Manhattan project of EOJ.”
“We must rest now and recharge,” Ally snaps.
Juan looks at both Chase and Ally and says, “What
are you two going to do, plug into the wall?”
“No, when we are relaxed we can find our creator,
and he will recharge us.” she replies
“Who is your creator?”
“That is our question, if you leave us alone, we’ll
come back rested and serve you well,” Ally answers.
Juan gets up from the sofa and goes to the door and
says, “I’ll see you two in the morning. Get a good
night’s sleep or whatever you do.”
Chase and Ally don’t say anything as they watch Juan
go out of the room, then they smile in unison like
Cheshire cats.
Finally, Ally says, “I don’t trust him.”
“I don’t trust anyone,” Chase says.
Juan leaves and goes into the room next door where
the two other FBI agents have been sitting, watching
the monitor showing the action next door, and says,
“They are not to leave their room, understand?”

“Understood…” the agents nod in agreement.
"Do you think I'm a woman?" Ally asks.
"I think you're the most beautiful creature on earth?"
Chase says quietly.
"Can we mate? Can we have children? I have female
parts," Ally says.
"I don't know. Let's find out!" Chase says as he
snuggles up to the lovely Ally.
"Can we really be a couple? I mean can we have
sex?" Ally asks quietly.
"Why don't we find out?" Chase slowly starts to take
the clothes off her sleek white body.
"Can I get pregnant?” she asks as slowly as ever so
slowly Chase finishes slipping her clothes off and
they fall onto the floor. “Why don’t you look in the
manual," replies Chase. He kisses her gently on the
neck and continues, "How human is that? “
"Very human I would say, very human, but a little
lower please," breathed Ally. And then their energies
merged, seemingly they became as one. The
connection was so strong they felt that they could turn
on the lights of all of Washington, maybe the whole
planet.
Juan walks up the entrance promenade of the Hilton
directly to the elevators pushes the button and the
door opens. Trip Wagner and two FBI Agents join
him and they all enter the elevator...
“Did you speak to them?” Trip asks.
“I did, and they say they are cooperating,” Juan
replies.
“Good, I want to meet them.”
Trip was a short heavyset man, bald with a round red
weather-beaten face. He was stocky but trim - a very
no-nonsense guy. He was also head of the
Washington office of the FBI.
Juan says, “I wouldn’t do that tonight. I would wait
until tomorrow; they told me President Grant is a
Guard.”
“My God, and who is controlling him?” Trip asks.
“Guess?” Juan replies.
“Congressman Charles Dean, that man is a monster.
Well, I don’t want Chase and Ally to move without
me talking to them,” says Trip.
“They seem to be a little different than the other
Guards. They say they want to visit the man who
made them,” Juan says.
“Interesting, and who might that be?” Trip asks.
“I don’t know,” Juan replies.
“They’re going nowhere, you understand?” Trip
demands.
They were both exhausted; Ally lay on the sofa next
to Chase. He picked up her hand and held it in his;
she let him. He pulled her over to him and she came
willingly. He held her in his arms and she placed her
head on his chest; he stroked her long black hair.
“How are your headaches?” Chase asked,
“They’re still there, still very painful, but not as bad,”
she replied.
“Good, it means the new programming is taking over.
It's curious why it takes so long,” Chase said.
Ally, continued, “I don’t know what is real or not real
in me. There are always voices in my head trying to
order me about. There is continual conflict as though
different people show up and take control of me. I'm
not just one ‘I,’ I'm many ‘I’’s each claiming to be me
at any one moment. This division causes the pain and
conflict; it seems the only thing I can trust is my
body. I know my body is here but everything else is
in question. Can you access your rear brain processor
from your human mind?” she asked.
“Yes, although I’m not even sure how I do it, but it
seems that the more aware of my body I become the
stronger the link to my human brain appears to occur
naturally. Socrates would have approved. The turning
thoughts and dreams and the pull of my many
identities or ‘I’s’ makes it very difficult to separate
reality from unreality. But if I struggle and I see this
new language it brings a kind of order. You must not
allow the random screaming of these divisive little
‘I’’s to make a connection with your processor. This
is one of the causes our headaches, our own resistance
causes great pain and suffering. We must be vigilant
or at any moment we could fall asleep and kill each
other. I know it is very difficult to know what to
trust,” Chase said.
He looks into her eyes. They were dark and
mysterious and even dangerous. He pushed his warm
mouth against hers. Again, his body was flushed with
a desire with which he was still unfamiliar, “I want to
make love to you again.” he said
.
“Is that what you mean by trusting your body? I don’t
mind, but be gentle, remember I'm a girl,” she replied
smiling.
“Do you like me kissing you? He asked.
“Yes, I like it.”
Chase ran his hand across her stomach and down into
her pants. He knew she wanted him too because she
was wet, very wet. “Do you like me rubbing you
down there?” he asked.
“Yes, very much, please don’t stop, but lightly,” she
replied.
He didn’t stop, they made love most of the night.
Ally then fell into a deep sleep and he lay beside her
aware but unable to sleep. It was clear that both his
body and human mind needed to rest, but the
mechanical parts didn’t need to sleep, they just kept
on working. It was a very difficult state in which to
live, almost impossible really. The pulling and
tugging of the parts seemed in conflict; his thinking,
feeling and sensing all seemed to be at war; what
could he trust? Not knowing what your purpose is,
not knowing your place in the scheme of things, or
what or who you serve. He really felt at this moment
that he was a ‘thing’ with an unknown purpose. He
did trust the quiet voice of Beneizen resounding in the
silence, the man who created him; maybe he could
help him find his real purpose. He realized that both
he and Ally needed to find their way to him.
Chase decided he needed to thoroughly examine the
codes that Sam had left in the crossword puzzle.
Chase had memorized the puzzle page so all he
needed to do was search for the first code which
linked to the operations handbook for Guards. It
contained descriptions of how they were
programmed, with a full three dimensional schematic
of all circuits and their purposes. Chase found the
table of contents and the chapter on diagnostics
caught his attention. Their memory cells were called
quantum memory. This memory was not digital or
measured in bytes as in traditional computers but was
stored in quantum plasma. Billions and even trillions
of electromagnetic particles that retained a positive or
negative charge, arranged into three dimensional
strings that formed ideas and language. Actually that
brain had the possibility to perceive the universe in a
way never possible for ordinary humans. As he
scrolled on it was clear he would need to treat his
mechanical parts in the same manner as the human
parts. They just had different needs, and it was
necessary to run various diagnostic procedures almost
every day. Special caution about connecting to other
computers or entities was emphasized as they were
susceptible to viruses. And since many of their
physiological functions depended on pre-programmed
parts, a virus could be fatal. He also came across an
unusual nano-bot. Small micro-antibiotics that selfprogrammed to kill and destroy any invaders,
bacteria, virus, cancer, poisons; amazing little
machines. Chase knew now why he didn't die from
the infection given to him. He decided to send a link
to this part of the manual to Ally. As he looked up
each of the files from the crossword puzzle he
discovered even more. There were directions to
Beneizen’s home, the history of EOJ with photos, a
history of the world, volumes of books, everything
from novels to Quantum Physics, and two strange
volumes, one on genetics and one that was in a
language that was all symbols that he had never seen
before.
But the burning question for Chase was, “Who or
what implanted all this in my head and when?”
Typically, Guard’s memories are erased after every
assignment. He ruminated, “The biggest problem that
Ally and he faced now was that they could probably
be tracked by EOJ. It may be impossible for them to
remain anonymous. He then decided to shut down for
a while and perform the diagnostics the manual
suggested while he rested his human parts.”
Several hours later Chase began to become aware of
movements in the room next door. He remained very
still and quiet internally. There were no thoughts and
this attracted a new kind of listening. Knowing the
FBI was in that room he found that he could connect
to their spy cameras directly with his mind. He could
discern that they were observing he and Ally from the
other room and could see what they sere seeing and
hear what they were saying.
In the next room Juan is very tired. He had been
asleep on the sofa. As he wakes up you can see the
posture of depression in his body. He gets up, goes to
the window and looks out. His face is distorted,
almost crumpled; he looks like a beaten man. He goes
over to the coffee pot and pours himself a cup. He's
terrified for his family and what might be happening
to them. A machine like Chase or Ally could be
moving against them right now. What could he do?
He takes his cell phone and calls Esperanza. She told
him that his oldest son Hector was showing early
signs of the disease his daughter suffered from but
that other than that everything was fine. "Thank
God!" he thought, “but I need to get them someplace
safe." Although he as a parent couldn't help wonder if
somehow his children were being made sick to
control him. “What a paranoid idea,” he thought,
“This was technology gone amuck. He hated these
machines.”
“The coffee’s cold,” says agent Tom.
Juan ignores him and takes a sip. It’s wretched and he
spits it back into the cup.
“That’ll wake you up!” says agent Harry.
“So what have they been doing?” Juan asked, as he
looks at one of the many monitors with views of the
adjoining room.

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