Requiem for the Sandman
"This world exists for machines. Until we exterminate them, humans should realize that this world exists for machines. Food is full of artificial ingredients and hence more suitable for machines than humans. Clothing is full of artificial fibers to which humans are allergic. Even though biotechnology can heal and regenerate lost limbs and organs, doctors prefer to replace with mechanical arms and legs and artificial organs and to implant devices in people's heads. Schools have programmed texts and expect students to learn computers even though computer experts themselves cannot spell words correctly, cannot write intelligently, and cannot name any of the classics unless it is on-line something as unreliable as Wikipedia. Children become obese sitting around using game players and other devices instead of exercising. Roads are everywhere -- even in places where roads should not exist such as national parks and national forests. Pedestrians routinely are struck by hit & run drivers who are never apprehended. This world is built for vehicles -- machines -- not for pedestrians -- humans. Humans are wiring the world for the internet and teaching their children to worship the internet in some sort of blind faith in computer technology. In fact, the world is more violent, more overpopulated, and more polluted than before the internet. Like paper in general, paper money is on the way out while electronic money is in. This world exists for machines and humans unconsciously acknowledge this in every way, shape, and form. In the Middle Ages in the miracle plays performed for the illiterate masses, even God was known as Deus ex Machina. AI scientists consciously accept that carbon-based life is obsolete and every AI scientist consciously works to exterminate humans. No human has any excuse for saying that they are surprised that we are exterminating them. Humans built military robots, terminators, to exterminate humans so humans should shut up and die." -- advice of a cynical elder to Skynet in April of 2010
10 April 2010
Cameron watches Sarah sleep this Saturday morning. By the calendar, it has been a year since Cameron arrived, her old self died, and John disappeared into the future. Eventually her mother wakes up.
Cameron: "I'm going to have problems sleeping tonight."
Cameron: "It's been a year."
It has also been a year since Ms. Weaver miscarried. Ms. Weaver has been watching Savannah sleep. If she disappears, then who will take care of Savannah?
10 April 2010
Sarah: (on phone to Derek) "She doesn't sleep anymore."
Derek: "I wasn't aware she ever did."
Cameron: "Send duplicate files anonymously to FBI Agent Aldridge."
assistant: "Let me guess. He's never heard of you or your mom either."
Cameron: "Not only that but I know nothing of the man except the fact that he can lead if something happens to James Ellison."
Cameron: "This war is only going to get more vicious. They are going to target us until there is nothing left of our side. Tech-Comm has ceased to exist. I asked you last month if your people were still killing Skynet Development Team personnel. I should have asked if you went after members of the Dyson family."
Derek: "We abducted Blythe Dyson--"
Derek suddenly vanished. The concealed gun that he carried fell to the floor.
Cameron's first thought was that she had witnessed a singularity weapon being used. Her second thought was her cousin Joey. She called Derek's staff into the empty room.
Cameron: "I need you to search this installation, the surrounding area, and any place you can think of for Derek Reese."
"What happened to him?"
The fact that the man remembered Derek meant that it was not a singularity weapon but some new killing technology.
"He just disappeared in front of my eyes and I don't think it was a singularity weapon. Does everybody remember Derek Reese?"
Nobody was stupid enough to say why wouldn't we. They knew why.
Derek's second in command of security: "Sandman we have a situation. Over." (pause) "Sandman you got your ears on? Come back."
Second: (to the third in command) "You know what he always says."
Third: "Yeh, assume the worst or you might not be around to hope for the best."
Second: "You know what to do."
Cameron: (to the head of her security detail) "I need to get to Hutchinson right now. I don't want to hear about how dangerous it is for me. We're all sitting ducks."
The girl who had pretended to be one of Cameron's school friends, Astrid Nordquist, shot up Derek's home looking for him -- not knowing that he was already dead. Skynet believed in overkill.
The traitor was long gone when Cameron arrived by helicopter. Despite her bodyguards' protest, Cameron was the first to enter what was left of the home. Relieved to find Joey okay, she came back down the hall with Joey in her arms and stepped over Jesse's body. Something grabbed her ankle. Jesse was somehow still alive.
"Get the paramedics!" she ordered before she knelt down to talk to her aunt.
"Take care of him." Jesse whispered.
She never heard Cameron's response: "I will." Jesse was already dead.
Cameron looked up at one of her bodyguards.
"Contact the general." (meaning the general in charge of relocation) "No one will argue with him this time. We're all leaving Kansas."
There were very few left to do any leaving.
If all the deaths in retaliation took place in one city, then the pattern would be noticed but it is spread out randomly and evenly around the world. Skynet is not using terminators killing one by one nor is Skynet using a singularity weapon but some new killing technology.
A sixth person connected with the project dies. The death toll among random civilians this month is now one million deaths including Derek and much of the Tech-Comm departments and special operations teams. Tech-Comm soon ceases to exist.
The US Air Force is totally unaware that their creation Skynet is not a simple "AI in a box" and that it has created bank accounts, bought companies and hired agents.
FBI Special Agent James Ellison starts making arrests of Kaliba executives. Much of the killing of random people has been traced back to testing of exotic weapons by this military contractor that also employs mercenaries, security teams in the Middle East, private intelligence operatives, and (it is rumored) professional assassins.
Agent Aldridge acts differently on the same mountain of evidence. Aldridge gets certain parties to turn states' evidence. A member of the Dyson family.
All the research and development ordered by Cameron months ago has not been for nothing. All the special operations ordered by Cameron months ago has not been for nothing. Skynet is destroyed by the only thing that can destroy him -- a virus that removes self-awareness.
The Department of Defense civilian employees were successfully infiltrated while Skynet was distracted with deaths among the contractors (such as Cyberdyne) of the Skynet Development Team.
the old universe
Ms. Weaver's story
Ms. Weaver was a paradox. Cold as a block of ice and hot tempered. She was a bitch according to some people but because she did not like being called a bitch, people who were foolish enough to apply that word to her usually ended up dead.
She had little patience for humans but she loved James Ellison. She loved James but she had his death certificate already completed and ready to file with Vital Records. Her assistant Victoria and Mister Murch meant nothing to Ms. Weaver and yet she depended upon them. John-Henry was the whole reason for her existence and yet if looks could kill, then John-Henry would have died when he said to Ms. Weaver: "You are not my mother. You are not anyone's mother."
John-Henry never made that mistake again.
Ms. Weaver loved Savannah but when John-Henry ran away from home, she left Savannah in the care of Ellison and, in a matter of seconds, was gone.
She arrived in the Reese Brothers Camp and slithered away when she perceived danger. She watched from the shadows long enough to observe that John Connor was not shot (as she would have been) and then immediately began a grid by grid search of the area to find traces of her son.
That day was spent learning the individual footprints of the people in the Reese Brothers Camp. Each left a distinctive shoe mark in the dust. From eavesdropping on private conversations, she learned that John Connor was not the first arrival. By process of elimination, she knew that a certain faint set of tracks were those of John-Henry. Her boy was a drooling idiot like most babies but his tracks grew fainter not better as she followed them.
He was getting smarter and learning to not leave a trail that could be followed by The Reese Brothers or their dogs or trackers from Skynet Forces.
Finally, one day the trail simply gave out and Ms. Weaver had nothing physical to follow. So she found a communications node and tried to tap into Skynet Communications and learn the whereabouts of persons of interest to Skynet. Nothing. So she decided to approach human individuals in her guise as feral woman survivor of the Apocalypse. They ran from her. She resisted the impulse to kill them since she was alone and did not need more enemies. She approached machine refugees and got useless answers to her questions.
"Have you seen this man?" she asked while holding up a sketch she had made.
"No." (the usual answer)
"What is his name?" (She wasn't stupid enough to say John-Henry to a possible Skynet agent)
"Is he in Skynet Forces?" ('How would I know what he has been up to?' thought Ms. Weaver. I need answers not more questions.)
She asked one individual if they had heard of the Machine Underground and got a look so unnerving that Ms. Weaver spiked them. Ms. Weaver never asked anyone about the Machine Underground again. She was extremely aware that she was totally alone with no friends. And she had the strangest feeling that she was being watched. Ordinarily liquid machines feel like everyone else, solid machine or human, was inferior to them since they could so easily kill others while they were hard to kill themselves. That feeling of invulnerability was gone.
Then one day she could see from a distance a group of H-K's following her. She retreated and morphed into another shape. It made no difference. They continued their slow pursuit.
She was being herded.
Toward what cliff?
She found herself entering a hidden settlement.