Wonfuse asked them to enhance the embryo of his son, he asked for supernatural abilities of thinking, which, to him, meant a slightly bigger brain. From there, the geneticists of the league crossed the line that separates the awareness of the creature from the mechanism. Wonfuse Junior, unfortunately, suffers from a unique case of autism. No one can tell if he is aware of his existence, or he is just a super-mechanism. He never speaks, spends all his time in one place, and he is rarely seen moving, the very thing that he should often do since he has two hearts that pump the blood to his brain twice as fast since it requires double the oxygen.
I thought it was time for me to leave. To be cautious, I would continue that in the launching ceremony next week. That kid staring at me gave me shivers.
“Sir, I must leave as you know we are now in a war, and I can't afford to stay in any one place too long. I am sure you understand.” I said that, even though I knew it made no sense. Wonfuse shook his head like he understood and gave me permission to leave.
I passed next to the boy and touched his hair gently for the first time just to check his reaction. He didn't move even a finger, but Wonfuse reacted violently, “Please do not ever touch him again! Now, leave us!”
I left quickly. That was expected. He is very ashamed of his son, or let's say his “creation.” What kind of life does he have? Why has he chosen for himself this misery, this suffering, trying to control the world so he could save it, as he says, when he couldn’t even save his son?
On my way out, I met the Second Citizen, the head of ONC. He is my real target, as I think he is the real mind behind this campaign. He was very aware of the world's reality and very disciplined. He had a long career in the military, where he collaborated in designing our most successful tech missions. I have no doubt that he designed the entire AI campaign. A civilian would never think to conquer the world, which is a military way of thinking. A civilian like Wonfuse would always want to fix the world. Trying to be a hero in the eyes of others is the essence of being human. We want to show how good we are so we could be loved, elevated, or sometimes just to be accepted.
But a military man like the Second Citizen is beyond that. He has a different set of mind. He is not looking to be a hero or a savior. He doesn't want to be liked or accepted. A man like the Second Citizen wants to see the world burned to the ground. His ultimate fantasy is to watch all beings suffering in agony, begging loudly for his pardon. He seeks total control over life and death, a total dominance over existence itself. It’s a vengeance that can’t be explained other than being a god-like abhorrence of his creation.
The only thing that he did wrong in his long career is that he secretly admired the First Citizen. He let himself blinded by his spotlight, by his fame, and his way of life – the way of life of a galactic superstar. The First Citizen is the most famous person in the known universe.
The Second Citizen couldn't be like that as he is the head of ONC, a secretive war machine factory that produces only death. It is not like Consoft, a company that cares about the consumer, a company that produces life – supposedly.
That was his mistake, and that is my angle of attack. He will soon be asked by the First Citizen to help me in the secret meeting between Oris, Banume, and me. Without calculating the outcome, he will do what his idol asks him to do.
Lucky me! Dismar came quickly and avoided a long conversation with the Second Citizen. He was already asking suspicious questions about my visit. Dismar ushered me into the car in a hurry, like I was going to be attacked. It was a nice move that showed how smart that pretty face is.
Inside and through my dark-tainted window, I looked up instinctively at the First Citizen’s window. The chimera boy was coldly staring out at me, straight into my eyes.
Chapter 13
D-Day
“Religion is a natural phenomenon; it cannot be concocted in a laboratory.”
~ Konu
A t six in the morning, I was parking next to Konu’s house. I was feeling strange, even if I already had two coffees, one cappuccino with THC, and another latte. I Still felt weird, like something was wrong. Maybe the feeling that the world is heading for an end gave me a hangover. I thought that if we just chilled out and smoked some weed, then the world would be heaven. No one would care about anything with the right doses of psychedelics.
Instead of that, we decided to be douchebags, surrendering our humanity to violent, basic instincts just like our cousins, the baboons. Every person wants to beat the other with a shovel for no apparent reason. This is an intoxicated feeling that gives us some joy with a taste of madness, a feeling that makes us hate ourselves, hate our neighbors, and especially our wives. But to be honest, I used to hate my ex-wife, and back
