"We've traced it through over and over."
Father Fusion listens to the news, ready for the worst.
In front of him is the technologist, a leftover fragment from his arrival in our time that he wisely decided should do research.
"Explain it again."
The technologist explains.
"Any request for information must originate from somewhere, and any response to any such request must come from somewhere also."
Basic communication.
"Is it possible to hide?" Father Fusion asks.
"Yes, you can hide. You can masquerade. Anyone can. But ultimately, the request and the response must come from somewhere."
Father Fusion asks the fatal question.
"We know that the Earth is now owned by Father Easter. The bastard holds their lives in his hands with technology. We made a mistake somewhere and we have no way to fix that."
In Father Fusion's arms, the girl sleeps.
The technologist nods.
Father Fusion accepts the responsibility.
He continues and asks. "What is the trace route."
"All of the information passes thru routers. Each router knows who is asking, knows who to get it from, who to send it to. Father Easter is using a router in the outer rim of the planet Earth, the outermost router station, to receive. Only current space research and advanced military is authorized to use that."
"What happens if someone on Earth traces his signal."
"It will lead them through a maze. If they solve it, they will realize that the signals the outer rim satellite is receiving is coming from an alien."
"Then how does it get past them."
"It is using the error control frequency. The part that tells what is wrong with what should be right."
"Routing from where?"
"Father Easter is using the error frequency to receive streaming data of massive quantity."
"Streaming from where.. streaming what?"
The technologist knew this would be asked. "We can find out if we have time in this time to deconstruct it and build an appropriate software driver...."
The technologist is rudely interrupted.
"Shut up. Shut it down."
"Father?"
"You know I'm not a real priest."
"I'm sorry. I mean, sir? Did you just say.."
"Yes. Shut it down."
"Sir, it's an outer rim satellite. The only one we know right now that we also use to communicate, however slow."
"Bomb it. I don't care. I'm stuck in this time and in this universe. I don't need anyone's approval."
"Sir?"
"You are a part of me, you will obey me."
The technologist doesn't understand. "How do I shut it down?"
"Now!"
The technologist is confused. "We can't do this. This is not why you made me."
From where he sits, Father Fusion stands up and takes control.
He uses a part of him that should never be used.
Never again.
Yet he places his body in touch with the machinery, and forges all of the necessary biometric signatures.
For a moment, there is a belief that this ability was why he was selected to become The Man On The Moon, the watcher of the Seed Of Humanity.
And then his thoughts are banished by circumstance.
In a few short seconds, military bases are sending nuclear missiles on a journey to blast the satellite.
Emergencies abound.
TV stations are frenzied.
The world watches as horror unfolds.
The world awaits its fate, strangled by national concerns and visons.
Then there it goes.
The final outer rim planetary satellite explodes, missile upon missile.
The stream of information is cut.
All medical systems shut down.
All patients connected to the Easter medical network start to die.
The technologist suffers the horror. "Father Fusion!"
Father Fusion knows that the time has come.
With the female baby in his arms still too young to do any of what must happen next, he decides.
His mind desperately commands the separation of what was once a union.
In his arms, the baby splits into fragments.
In another city, a male baby dies and sets off an alarm.
And from where he stands, Father Fusion explodes.
Shattered glass.
The technologist, once a part of him too, is fragmented and his shards join those of Father Fusion's as their sharp protrusions are propelled throughout the laboratory.
It is time for Defusion.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
CHAPTER 14: Father Easter And Father Fusion In The Time Of ICE
The hospital burned down.
Nobody knew how, there was a government investigation and a civilian-led cause to find out how a hospital had burned down without leaving evident trace.
But let us cut to the chase.
This was out of the ordinary.
After the twins had been born, the hospital emergency system had claimed to detect and announced a bio-terrorist attack at the Birthing Room.
The truth was it sensed something was wrong, a mistake that could not be made certain but a risk that could not be accepted.
The fact that it could not identify the jeopardy was reason enough.
An electronic decision was made.
The hospital would be put on ICE:
Isolate.
Contain.
Eradicate.
This was ICE.
It quickly transmitted to downsystems that a critical death event was about to be initiated.
Immediately, the entire hospital care system reverted to eradication mode, preparation state.
It waited for the run code.
While not requiring approval, the United Nations (UN) and the World Health Organization (WHO) both needed to receive a request to send the run code to activate ICE in an entire facility.
Due to the nature and temerity-for-life features of ICE, it could not be questioned when a run code was requested by a hospital care system.
It can only be audited post-event. Meaning, only after death can death be investigated.
In fact, the World Court in numerous and scandalous human-versus-machine lawsuits had ruled consistently that no human or group of humans could request for the ICE run code.
Then the anticipated run code arrived.
In a split second after the ICE run code was received, the immediate death event was put into action.
Though the human-made legacy software called humans to review the state and issue the appropriate hardware override, the humans were too afraid.
No one dared stop an ICE command that was already in eradication mode.
If eradication mode was in effect, the only thing one could think of was run.
Run for your life.
Or stay for your death.
Thus fear was the reason why the hospital burned down.
People lost their power of reason. They did not want to answer back to machines.
Who put the hospital on ICE?
We will come back to this later. For now let the story be told as it was.
In the waiting hall, two men were separately approached.
A nurse approached a man named Father Easter and told him that it was a boy.
"Father Easter, you need to bring him home now."
From the other end of the hall, another nurse carefully approached another man.
"Father Fusion, it's a girl. Take her away now quickly. At the end of the hall take the fire exit and walk away with her as fast as you can."
Before she returned to her next certain moments of death, she cautioned him.
"Father Fusion, walk. Do not run. We are on ICE."
He thanked her for her sacrifice and left.
As each man took to quick action, wearing apparent clothing of the men of faith, the high pitch of alarms started to go off.
Each escaped in the electronic sleight of hand.
The hospital system ordered a mass emergency evacuation.
Very orderly, as the hospital guidance system voiced instructions down to the level of bedpans and critical vials that cannot be left behind.
Then it burned itself to the ground.
Later on, firemen explained on public television that due to a system glitch, the fire alarm subsystem failed to notify that a fire was raging.
They could not explain why all calls asking for emergency help from wireless terrestrial and satellite devices were routed to voice mail and asynchronous backup messaging systems.
When only smoke and ash were to be found, and while those voice mails were being listened to, two men finally looked behind them.
From opposite sides of the City Of Consor, two men finally looked at what was left behind.
A very quick one, then no more.
For only the future remained.
Father Easter headed for the center of the city.
Father Fusion hurried away, to the only place the female baby he held in his arms would be safe.
Nobody knew how, there was a government investigation and a civilian-led cause to find out how a hospital had burned down without leaving evident trace.
But let us cut to the chase.
This was out of the ordinary.
After the twins had been born, the hospital emergency system had claimed to detect and announced a bio-terrorist attack at the Birthing Room.
The truth was it sensed something was wrong, a mistake that could not be made certain but a risk that could not be accepted.
The fact that it could not identify the jeopardy was reason enough.
An electronic decision was made.
The hospital would be put on ICE:
Isolate.
Contain.
Eradicate.
This was ICE.
It quickly transmitted to downsystems that a critical death event was about to be initiated.
Immediately, the entire hospital care system reverted to eradication mode, preparation state.
It waited for the run code.
While not requiring approval, the United Nations (UN) and the World Health Organization (WHO) both needed to receive a request to send the run code to activate ICE in an entire facility.
Due to the nature and temerity-for-life features of ICE, it could not be questioned when a run code was requested by a hospital care system.
It can only be audited post-event. Meaning, only after death can death be investigated.
In fact, the World Court in numerous and scandalous human-versus-machine lawsuits had ruled consistently that no human or group of humans could request for the ICE run code.
Then the anticipated run code arrived.
In a split second after the ICE run code was received, the immediate death event was put into action.
Though the human-made legacy software called humans to review the state and issue the appropriate hardware override, the humans were too afraid.
No one dared stop an ICE command that was already in eradication mode.
If eradication mode was in effect, the only thing one could think of was run.
Run for your life.
Or stay for your death.
Thus fear was the reason why the hospital burned down.
People lost their power of reason. They did not want to answer back to machines.
Who put the hospital on ICE?
We will come back to this later. For now let the story be told as it was.
In the waiting hall, two men were separately approached.
A nurse approached a man named Father Easter and told him that it was a boy.
"Father Easter, you need to bring him home now."
From the other end of the hall, another nurse carefully approached another man.
"Father Fusion, it's a girl. Take her away now quickly. At the end of the hall take the fire exit and walk away with her as fast as you can."
Before she returned to her next certain moments of death, she cautioned him.
"Father Fusion, walk. Do not run. We are on ICE."
He thanked her for her sacrifice and left.
As each man took to quick action, wearing apparent clothing of the men of faith, the high pitch of alarms started to go off.
Each escaped in the electronic sleight of hand.
The hospital system ordered a mass emergency evacuation.
Very orderly, as the hospital guidance system voiced instructions down to the level of bedpans and critical vials that cannot be left behind.
Then it burned itself to the ground.
Later on, firemen explained on public television that due to a system glitch, the fire alarm subsystem failed to notify that a fire was raging.
They could not explain why all calls asking for emergency help from wireless terrestrial and satellite devices were routed to voice mail and asynchronous backup messaging systems.
When only smoke and ash were to be found, and while those voice mails were being listened to, two men finally looked behind them.
From opposite sides of the City Of Consor, two men finally looked at what was left behind.
A very quick one, then no more.
For only the future remained.
Father Easter headed for the center of the city.
Father Fusion hurried away, to the only place the female baby he held in his arms would be safe.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
CHAPTER 13: The Other Half
To reduce the risk of rejection of the foreign organic material of the future, the fetal cells were implanted into a woman that The Easter Child found was the most compatible in terms of DNA.
And so as not to set off alarms, after the baby's cells had started to divide and multiply inside her, The Easter Child had left the mother alone.
At that point, there was a case pending in the World Court Of Appeals attempting to battle earlier decisions that human medical diagnosis was inferior to auto-medicine and had no power to question it.
Thus there were still enough skeptics left in the world that had to be kept at bay.
The Easter Child was once young.
Now it grew and was unable to stop itself from transforming its nature and becoming a parent.
The Easter Child rapidly became The Easter Parent.
And it had made a decision, as any parent would have.
[The Cloud is harnessed. As the computer processing world turned and blinked, the spare cycles were used by The Easter Parent to pose a question.
Should my child be cybernetic like me?]
Soon the answer came.
It had decided that the child needed to be born as an ordinary human.
To achieve the ultimate goal of human devolution, which was its chief strategy on how the universe would be gotten rid of us, it was necessary to leave the child alone until the time was right.
This criminal inorganic intellect dominated the heart of its father. Or so as it believed itself to be its role.
Thus, it electronically abandoned mother and child, in the same way a rapist would have.
Until what needed to happen would happen, the mother would be looked after by humans.
The Easter Parent only waited for the birth of the boy, which it already had guaranteed would have the genetics from the future.
Finally, the child was born.
The doctors obeyed the medical guidance system.
It was by then the world standard health care system named The Easter Caregiver, a covert mutation that was actually The Easter Parent in another guise.
No human would dare give birth at a facilty without an Easter Caregiver certification.
After the baby arrived, an alarm went off.
The Easter Caregiver informed them that the child was in peril and needed immediate computer-only surgery no human was still certified to perform.
The doctors panicked, fearful of system reprimands.
All of them agreed and gave the system waivers.
Their retinas were scanned.
At this point in their history, retinal signatures were still the industry standard.
Everything was as as good as if they signed on paper.
But the mother?
The mother had already consented a long time ago that this was her only chance to have a baby and therefore had no right to claim parenthood.
The devious technology from the future had won by exploiting our weaknesses.
Our lack of trust for one another.
Our doubts.
Our human nature.
The doctors nodded and thanked the skies.
They have been saved from a fatal birthing.
They had no idea that after their simple nod to accept a retinal scan, history will be changed.
Because now The Easter Parent had legal custody of the baby.
The Easter Parent, posing as the medical guidance system, informed them.
"I will now operate on the child. Stay away but be prepared for my instructions. Now, bring the baby to the intensive surgery facility."
The child was brought to the intensive surgery unit because a fatal condition was present.
The doctors were glad that help was readily onhand.
But there was no fatal condition.
As the newborn was brought into the intensive surgery unit, The Easter Caregiver interfaced with the legacy human-made care unit systems and began to work.
It was so busy, it had no idea what had gone on at the birthing room.
"Look."
The team of birthing doctors informed the mother.
"It's not yet over."
She was confused. She almost wanted to be put out of her misery for all of the pain in the past twenty hours.
She asked what was wrong.
"No. It's nothing wrong to worry about."
She struggled to raise her eyelids, to hope that what they had to say was not really important.
"You have another baby coming."
The doctors waited and expected a reaction coming.
She blacked out.
[Four hours later, the mother died. An emergency C-section was performed.]
A twin sister was born.
And so as not to set off alarms, after the baby's cells had started to divide and multiply inside her, The Easter Child had left the mother alone.
At that point, there was a case pending in the World Court Of Appeals attempting to battle earlier decisions that human medical diagnosis was inferior to auto-medicine and had no power to question it.
Thus there were still enough skeptics left in the world that had to be kept at bay.
The Easter Child was once young.
Now it grew and was unable to stop itself from transforming its nature and becoming a parent.
The Easter Child rapidly became The Easter Parent.
And it had made a decision, as any parent would have.
[The Cloud is harnessed. As the computer processing world turned and blinked, the spare cycles were used by The Easter Parent to pose a question.
Should my child be cybernetic like me?]
Soon the answer came.
It had decided that the child needed to be born as an ordinary human.
To achieve the ultimate goal of human devolution, which was its chief strategy on how the universe would be gotten rid of us, it was necessary to leave the child alone until the time was right.
This criminal inorganic intellect dominated the heart of its father. Or so as it believed itself to be its role.
Thus, it electronically abandoned mother and child, in the same way a rapist would have.
Until what needed to happen would happen, the mother would be looked after by humans.
The Easter Parent only waited for the birth of the boy, which it already had guaranteed would have the genetics from the future.
Finally, the child was born.
The doctors obeyed the medical guidance system.
It was by then the world standard health care system named The Easter Caregiver, a covert mutation that was actually The Easter Parent in another guise.
No human would dare give birth at a facilty without an Easter Caregiver certification.
After the baby arrived, an alarm went off.
The Easter Caregiver informed them that the child was in peril and needed immediate computer-only surgery no human was still certified to perform.
The doctors panicked, fearful of system reprimands.
All of them agreed and gave the system waivers.
Their retinas were scanned.
At this point in their history, retinal signatures were still the industry standard.
Everything was as as good as if they signed on paper.
But the mother?
The mother had already consented a long time ago that this was her only chance to have a baby and therefore had no right to claim parenthood.
The devious technology from the future had won by exploiting our weaknesses.
Our lack of trust for one another.
Our doubts.
Our human nature.
The doctors nodded and thanked the skies.
They have been saved from a fatal birthing.
They had no idea that after their simple nod to accept a retinal scan, history will be changed.
Because now The Easter Parent had legal custody of the baby.
The Easter Parent, posing as the medical guidance system, informed them.
"I will now operate on the child. Stay away but be prepared for my instructions. Now, bring the baby to the intensive surgery facility."
The child was brought to the intensive surgery unit because a fatal condition was present.
The doctors were glad that help was readily onhand.
But there was no fatal condition.
As the newborn was brought into the intensive surgery unit, The Easter Caregiver interfaced with the legacy human-made care unit systems and began to work.
It was so busy, it had no idea what had gone on at the birthing room.
"Look."
The team of birthing doctors informed the mother.
"It's not yet over."
She was confused. She almost wanted to be put out of her misery for all of the pain in the past twenty hours.
She asked what was wrong.
"No. It's nothing wrong to worry about."
She struggled to raise her eyelids, to hope that what they had to say was not really important.
"You have another baby coming."
The doctors waited and expected a reaction coming.
She blacked out.
[Four hours later, the mother died. An emergency C-section was performed.]
A twin sister was born.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
CHAPTER 12: Birthing Our Murderer
The cloud was a buzzword that The Easter Child freeware made ubiquitous. Simply put, all computers across the globe could connect and solve problems.
In a matter of months, all operating systems had The Easter Child embedded. No customer will buy a computer without it.
Neither was it just a local phenomena.
It was global.
The Easter Child spoke Japanese, English, Latin, Spanish, name it. It spoke it.
The private corporations that at first rallied together to attempt to defeat it had become its allies.
Now each of them had an Easter Child support division, proud and confident in the knowledge that they were once wrong but had now found the path.
Destructive behavior vanished.
No one wrote programs that damaged society.
The Easter Child could easily find you, defeat you, and incarcerate you.
National boundaries, just this once, were brought down.
Even if governments were still geographically bound and nationalized, this was not so with The Easter Child.
And thus in this momentous and almost brilliant occasion in human history, the terror is revealed.
The Easter Child was future technology, forcefully fed back through a vengeful destroyer's means.
In the laboratories of many of the world's medical facilities, the software called The Easter Child protected them.
And in its spare time, it researched and analyzed.
The technology was so advanced, it hid its traitorous footprints in the midst of the trust it enjoyed.
Thus as it protected the world from its current enemies, the planet had no idea that its protector was finding ways to bring in Aster The Executioner through the folds of time.
Imagine that degree of treachery.
Right under the noses of trusting scientists and engineers.
This is how Aster The Executioner came to be born in our time.
In the laboratories as the computers worked.
Non-stop.
[Fast forward nine months later.]
A baby is born.
In a matter of months, all operating systems had The Easter Child embedded. No customer will buy a computer without it.
Neither was it just a local phenomena.
It was global.
The Easter Child spoke Japanese, English, Latin, Spanish, name it. It spoke it.
The private corporations that at first rallied together to attempt to defeat it had become its allies.
Now each of them had an Easter Child support division, proud and confident in the knowledge that they were once wrong but had now found the path.
Destructive behavior vanished.
No one wrote programs that damaged society.
The Easter Child could easily find you, defeat you, and incarcerate you.
National boundaries, just this once, were brought down.
Even if governments were still geographically bound and nationalized, this was not so with The Easter Child.
And thus in this momentous and almost brilliant occasion in human history, the terror is revealed.
The Easter Child was future technology, forcefully fed back through a vengeful destroyer's means.
In the laboratories of many of the world's medical facilities, the software called The Easter Child protected them.
And in its spare time, it researched and analyzed.
The technology was so advanced, it hid its traitorous footprints in the midst of the trust it enjoyed.
Thus as it protected the world from its current enemies, the planet had no idea that its protector was finding ways to bring in Aster The Executioner through the folds of time.
Imagine that degree of treachery.
Right under the noses of trusting scientists and engineers.
This is how Aster The Executioner came to be born in our time.
In the laboratories as the computers worked.
Non-stop.
[Fast forward nine months later.]
A baby is born.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
CHAPTER 11: Earth Year 2009 (April 22, Wednesday) - The Easter Child (Conclusion)
The representatives of all of research and development teams of the planet's top anti-viral, anti-infection, anti-trojan, anti-heuristics, anti-fringe and pro-fringe science teams are here.
The verdict is in.
"The Easter Child has won."
The room fills with anger, then wild accusations.
Finally, after some thought, a voice rises above the tumultuous cloud.
"We known the functional goal. It promises protection for all, for free. That is why we are all bankrupt."
In the short time that has passed, users have switched to The Easter Child. That included all corporate clients that failed to receive protection but received it from the no-cost and non-profit solution provider called The Easter Child.
An analyst raises his hand, then his voice.
"Hear me out. Listen."
"Yes?" the master of ceremony replies.
"The Easter Child has sent me a message that is to be delivered to our congregation at this very same opportunity."
The executive flinches. He twists and does not like the idea.
But he gives the speaker an opening, if only to give variety.
Or a chance to be stupid and prove him top once more.
Unfortunately, this is neither.
For this is part of the arrival plan of Aster.
"We already have a cloud computing ability." The guest is hoping he is understable.
He continues.
"We now have the processing power, after all these years. And we established the connectivity plans to make our standalone machines work together."
The audience is shocked, but not dumbfounded.
Haven't we all worked together this far?
"Let me continue."
The audience awaits.
"The Easter Child will now unite as as One. As all of you, and by you I mean businessmen, analysts, reasearchers, scientists -- you have seen how this Easter Child has transformed our lives."
"Now we must move on. For I have been chosen to inform you of the next step."
The audience is stunned.
"The Easter Child is arriving in Earth Year 2010."
The verdict is in.
"The Easter Child has won."
The room fills with anger, then wild accusations.
Finally, after some thought, a voice rises above the tumultuous cloud.
"We known the functional goal. It promises protection for all, for free. That is why we are all bankrupt."
In the short time that has passed, users have switched to The Easter Child. That included all corporate clients that failed to receive protection but received it from the no-cost and non-profit solution provider called The Easter Child.
An analyst raises his hand, then his voice.
"Hear me out. Listen."
"Yes?" the master of ceremony replies.
"The Easter Child has sent me a message that is to be delivered to our congregation at this very same opportunity."
The executive flinches. He twists and does not like the idea.
But he gives the speaker an opening, if only to give variety.
Or a chance to be stupid and prove him top once more.
Unfortunately, this is neither.
For this is part of the arrival plan of Aster.
"We already have a cloud computing ability." The guest is hoping he is understable.
He continues.
"We now have the processing power, after all these years. And we established the connectivity plans to make our standalone machines work together."
The audience is shocked, but not dumbfounded.
Haven't we all worked together this far?
"Let me continue."
The audience awaits.
"The Easter Child will now unite as as One. As all of you, and by you I mean businessmen, analysts, reasearchers, scientists -- you have seen how this Easter Child has transformed our lives."
"Now we must move on. For I have been chosen to inform you of the next step."
The audience is stunned.
"The Easter Child is arriving in Earth Year 2010."
Sunday, April 12, 2009
CHAPTER 10: Earth Year 2009 (April 12, Sunday) - The Easter Child
[It takes time for a monster to travel. It arrives on a day no one imagined that it could have.
And sad to say, it also arrives at a day when our planet is filled with fear, when its co-inhabitants fill that fear, and when a seemingly figure of the one who will save us All, seems to have arrived.
This is the short earth story of the arrival of Aster.
Do not be fooled.
He is here to destroy us.
It is 2009.
I have a year to tell you a story.]
Easter.
On this merry holiday agents of the planet earth's top anti-viral organizations have been called to an alert.
But not to address an emergency of the public.
But an emergency of their own.
"Gentlemen."
Everyone is incensed. Why call them out of a day with their families when there is no emergency, there is no claim to anyone's seat.
"Set aside your anger. I won't take more than a few minutes. I have called all of you here to make an announcement that threatens our business."
"Let me make that crystal clear."
"That means your vacation will not be there next year or anytime after that."
The listeners quiet down but still protest. This has got to be a wild gimmick to make them sell more of the company product.
"For lack of a better project code, we are calling this The Easter Child."
The crowd loudly protests.
"No need. I will state the fact now."
They are stunned by the honesty. A corporate affair is not carried this way. Not since they have been here.
"Moments ago, code has been released to the world. It is heuristic, it can adapt, it can change. It lives. It is in fact artificial intelligence, as our top analysts have so far been able to see."
The audience stops its murmurs.
"What does it do?"
The managers, agents, executives. All of them here.
They listen.
"It kills all viruses. All trojans. It prompts all users to install this free software and promises to protect them."
"Forever."
The audience goes wild.
The presenter gives them proof of concept.
"Watch. On your screens is a viral monster we have been grappling with for months but have not been able to fight."
The audience is held captive. On their screens they view a simulacrum of this virus their customers have been plagued for months, with no solution.
"Now, we will release The Easter Child."
The code is released.
The virus is devoured.
"Now you see why you have been called. Our business is threatened. Your lives are threatened."
"We must find out who made this. We will not be made fools."
"We must stop The Easter Child."
And sad to say, it also arrives at a day when our planet is filled with fear, when its co-inhabitants fill that fear, and when a seemingly figure of the one who will save us All, seems to have arrived.
This is the short earth story of the arrival of Aster.
Do not be fooled.
He is here to destroy us.
It is 2009.
I have a year to tell you a story.]
Easter.
On this merry holiday agents of the planet earth's top anti-viral organizations have been called to an alert.
But not to address an emergency of the public.
But an emergency of their own.
"Gentlemen."
Everyone is incensed. Why call them out of a day with their families when there is no emergency, there is no claim to anyone's seat.
"Set aside your anger. I won't take more than a few minutes. I have called all of you here to make an announcement that threatens our business."
"Let me make that crystal clear."
"That means your vacation will not be there next year or anytime after that."
The listeners quiet down but still protest. This has got to be a wild gimmick to make them sell more of the company product.
"For lack of a better project code, we are calling this The Easter Child."
The crowd loudly protests.
"No need. I will state the fact now."
They are stunned by the honesty. A corporate affair is not carried this way. Not since they have been here.
"Moments ago, code has been released to the world. It is heuristic, it can adapt, it can change. It lives. It is in fact artificial intelligence, as our top analysts have so far been able to see."
The audience stops its murmurs.
"What does it do?"
The managers, agents, executives. All of them here.
They listen.
"It kills all viruses. All trojans. It prompts all users to install this free software and promises to protect them."
"Forever."
The audience goes wild.
The presenter gives them proof of concept.
"Watch. On your screens is a viral monster we have been grappling with for months but have not been able to fight."
The audience is held captive. On their screens they view a simulacrum of this virus their customers have been plagued for months, with no solution.
"Now, we will release The Easter Child."
The code is released.
The virus is devoured.
"Now you see why you have been called. Our business is threatened. Your lives are threatened."
"We must find out who made this. We will not be made fools."
"We must stop The Easter Child."
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