“I know.”
“Something else...we need to go back to your suite. I don’t know when I will see you again after this trip.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, things will start accelerating beginning next week, if they are not already.”
When we entered the room, I sensed he was stressed, but he was trying to lay low to keep me focused. If he is that worried, that means big events are happening now. Maybe they did have a breakthrough in the machine.
“Oina, the envelope is here. Isn’t this a little too early?”
“Okay, they need my recording now.”
“What recording?”
“I’ll explain to you later.”
“Sorry for my presence. I need to leave, I guess.”
“No, you are perfect here. Enjoy a drink on the balcony. This will not take much time.” He seemed perplexed, but still, he didn’t ask questions. He went to the balcony, and I laid down on the bed. I opened the envelope and swallowed the DNA pill.
There are two kinds of DNA pills, a recorder and a player. A recorder DNA pill records my thoughts. I put it back in the envelope and called the services to send it. Konu was watching the whole process without a word, looking stunned as he thought there will be a trip to a destination where all the supervisors will meet, but I “forgot” to tell him that the meeting place was in our dream. Therefore, the meeting is happening now.
After a moment, the services brought me another envelope. The player’s DNA pill was inside. It regroups all the feedbacks of the supervisors, including mine. Our brains are trained to interpret that as a meeting, it will generate an approximate conversation between us, where the questions will match the answers, roughly. It took us many years of practice to successfully record the right timing. I can say that now, we know each other perfectly, and we have mastered the use the DNA recorder to the limit.
That meeting was fundamental to our existence, it wasn’t about the domination that the people are blindly pushing for, but about the new weapon that Konu is protecting. We have two plans to counter this threat.
One will be a long, psychological campaign that will allow us to put pressure on the First Citizens and even the other empires for many generations through a new religious scenario. It will lead to the creation of a strong, universal religion that we can control.
The other plan is more dangerous, as it is a biological weapon of mass extinction. Some of the supervisors think that we need to show our claws fast; that it’s now or never. We feel a big pressure on our nation as we fear that we will be easy prey for the First Citizens. They will unleash their revenge, and for sure, they will use us as an example for any defying nation or empire.
The deep dream begins…
I see a big and strong waterfall, and behind it, in a cozy cave, ten kids are staring at me. I realize that I’m a kid too, wearing the yellow dress that I really liked a long time ago. I keep remembering it deep in my soul, as it is a moment of innocence and happiness. It is the perfect staging from our scientists. They knew that we needed something very relaxing and joyful to go through this meeting.
Hello, nice to meet you, everyone spoke at the same time.
I am Oina, I am Fatamo, I am Luna, …
After the presentations, my thoughts started the meeting, with my boring but necessary introduction.
The human body has millions of years of evolution, of design, modification, and integration. Some argue that our bodies are faulty, randomly designed, dragging all the flows and mistakes with them through time – accumulating the errors to the point where the functioning part is severely compromised by all the bad legacy. It is true, but it is just like everything else. Therefore, nothing is faulty because perfection doesn’t exist in nature individually, but only as a whole.
All of what we are is a piece in a big puzzle. The concept of a perfect body can’t exist because each being must fit in his random environment filled with other random beings. We must be imbalanced to survive and thrive under all circumstances, as an imperfect key that can unlock any door. I don’t think this concept is understood by our enemies' best minds. Even if it is, I don’t think that any machine, now or ever, can replicate the human body, integrate into the environment, and survive. This is because we are the result of our environment and not the product of ourselves. No genius will find a way to match perfection with integration, as a lower consciousness can only blindly self-duplicate. Therefore, we don’t need to try to build a machine that duplicates human capabilities, as humans do that already effortlessly.
Our enemies are wasting their time by creating a perfect machine that can replicate us, when that machine exists already abundantly on this planet by the billions. It is us. Another major problem that they must overcome is their approach of creating a single, still machine. We, in fact, are not still, as many other species live in us and are parts of our daily functioning. We are also a product of another small species that carries a DNA and must fuse with an egg that has a different DNA to produce a new, unique DNA. Therefore, each generation is a new existence, not just a copy of the earlier generation.
It’s good to mention that through time we did change our bodies
