Konu
The Masterpiece
Rabia Rahou
Paperback Edition 1 / May 2021
ISBN: 9798578637995
Imprint: Independently Published
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Dedication
For Marta…
Acknowledgements
Special thanks to every unusual character I met in my short life. You nourished this book with your unique experiences and stories and made this book original as you all were.
But most importantly to my editor Bill Smart, for his dedication and professionalism. Bill, thank you for your hard work.
Foreword
Through the written meditations of the main protagonists, the story of the most important event of the modern age is unveiled. Konu is a mysterious young colonel who was promoted by the First Citizens, the group of the seventh wealthiest persons in the world, to be the new Chief of the Armies of their empire and protect their new invention, the ultimate A.I machine, or a new being with infinite wisdom, as it will predict for them the future with accuracy.
The First Citizens are hoping to finish the machine on time before the three other empires strike a Doomsday attack. as they will become easy prey for the Seven Deities since all their arsenals will be absolute if the machine comes into existence.
As everyone is struggling in containing the other, no one suspected Konu to be the most important piece of this puzzling tale about the paradoxical flow of time, love, God, and psychedelics.
The heroes of this story are beyond our judgment, as they are, in fact, free minds that could care less about our pointing fingers.
Table of Contents
Foreword
Introduction
Chapter 1 – Our World
Chapter 2 – The Amians
Chapter 3 – Conglomerates
Chapter 4 – Mastery
Chapter 5 – The Boring Look Is the Safest
Chapter 6 – The League
Chapter 7 – The Festival
Chapter 8 – The Royalties, The Rotanios
Chapter 9 – The Quantum World
Chapter 10 – The Religious Regime, the Bamos
Chapter 11 – The Supernova
Chapter 12 – Wonfuse, the First Citizen
Chapter 13 – D-Day
Chapter 14 – It’s On!
Chapter 15 – Solitude and Betrayal
Chapter 16 – The Meeting
Chapter 17 – A Thousand Men Worth
Chapter 18 – Dying Now Is a Luxury that We Can’t Afford
Chapter 19 – Seizing Power Is Easy. Keeping it Is Hard.
Chapter 20 - Drying the Blood
Chapter 21 – Hello, It’s Me
Chapter 22 – True Criminal
Chapter 23 – The Telegraphs
Chapter 24 – Goodbye Oina
Chapter 25 – Time to Go
About the Author
Introduction
Me, and the Little Guy
“So…you think you do understand yourself? Maybe…you should think again.”
~ the Little Guy.
A nomadic walk under a rainy night through the streets of our megalopolis, as I often do... Anger and hate are closing in on my tortured soul. The world is sickening me to the point where I’m addicted to psychedelics.
An old soldier must die, as he keeps asking for pardons for every crime he is committing to heal his wounded soul. A tragic existence has been inflicted on him because he understood that nothing is genuine. He finally grasped the true nature of the world – it is fake and full of pretenders, and they are corrupting every good thing with mediocrity and cowardliness. The same pretenders that ignite fires and send him to fight it, just to prove a point in their miserable saloons that are full of cowards. The ones that think war and peace are just two sides of a coin that they can flip whenever they want.
More drugs, please. I need to stay alive. Something genuine is there in the end – a lover, a friend, a god.
Thank goodness! A carry shop run by humans.
“A spicy carry, a tea, please.”
* * *
They told me that mine will be ready in about a month, in a letter, of course. The waiting list is long, as they had a huge demand for their customized THC/DMT cocktail. That’s why I went down to their place. I needed that right now to calm the Little Guy, as he has been showing up almost on a daily basis for the last couple of months. They assured me they could perfectly match my mood if I would just fill in their simple questionnaire, which I doubted.
The questions were simple, and asked for choices of preference, or just a “Yes,” “No,” or “I don’t know.”
Do I like boats, houses, or babies?
Do I have more than 2 friends?
Am I afraid of bugs, betrayal, or bullets?
In another life, would I be a diver, a soldier, or a lumberjack?
If I knew the world would end tomorrow, would I hide, commit suicide, or reflect on myself?
Even if they made no sense, all the 99 questions must all be answered. The proposed answers felt connected somehow, but I couldn’t discern the pattern...strange. Unlike the other psychedelic startups that are popping up like mushrooms, advertising their expertise through the latest AI’s codes, this startup claims they can, on a case by case basis, produce a singular experience for every user. And, I must admit they had the most unusual questionnaire by far. Am I the only person finding this whole new psychedelic AI story weird? I do, because I would think the AI must be a drug connoisseur to prepare the right cocktail for the right user. Therefore, the AI must be a stoner, or at least aware of the psychedelic experience. How is that possible? I doubt that. As in the end, the
