Message:
Self-activation set on 3013/4/5: Activated
Subject: our past, our mistakes, your future_
Ever since the big day, the day when the King
had approved on the initiation of the neurotic chip implantation project, every
newborn baby was embedded with a chip containing all known information of
mankind, with its performance solely depending on the ability of the child’s
brain to process and absorb it. Instantly, a portion of humanity became tremendously
smarter as majority of the young kids managed to absorb all the information
before the age of 10.
But then, there were the rebellions, strongly
standing their grounds on the point of view of the human nature, on how
education should be carried out by nature. There was war back then- they won,
parting the internationalized world into two. Generations by generations, the
gap between us had distanced. By the calculation and analysis of the
statistics, with the equation of [(9dx-3ex-294j) 34z2/3Z.f(x)], our rate of
development had formed the great Hyperion, leaving the rebellions far behind in
the slum.
Lurking through the peaceful streets, a father and his
little boy solving higher-level non-Euclidean geometrics together, the little
boy smiling broadly at his father to his victory for completing the complex
equation before his father, the sound of processed iridium dropping into the storage
chamber accompanied by the continuous tapping of buttons, the fingers of the
worker currently in charge flying all over the control panel, the whole scenery
was an artwork, the uniqueness of Hyperion.
Right in the middle of the street, there sat
a boy playing with his toy car. Stuck out like an ink blot on an artwork,
pushing the car back and fro while staring blankly into the thin air with his
wide eyes, his presence was a disgrace to the image of the country, the country
of the elites, judging by his inability to master such simple concepts of life
unlike his other insolent brain development partners, including the little boy
who was playing with his father a moment ago.
Xenon, the boy, was smaller in size than
anyone else of his age. As he grew up, he became more and more of a threat to
this country. Naughty and filled with mischief, he destroyed the algorithm of
the country by his actions, from stealing food when he was 15, running over
supply stations while escaping from the drones, hiding in small places unreachable
to the drone to smuggling our country’s valuable currency when he was an adult.
When he was finally arrested, he was taken to
the King for judgment as we had no idea of what to do with him due to the
reason that it had never happened before. After the oral debates were made
between the King and the defendant, in result to his low qualifications in the
examinations and his absurd behavior, he had been exiled from Hyperion under
the category of ineffectual contribution to the country.
While escorting him out of the walls of the
city, I had witnessed an event that surprised me. Subject Xenon had displayed a
behavior that I had never seen before. He had suddenly talked to the guards in
a loud voice at the edge of the door before being an official outcast while
displaying excessive tensing of facial muscles that expresses certain emotions
that are unknown to us Hyperions.
The equilibrium in the infrastructure of the
country had been restored, and all regained order and peace. I never expected
to see Xenon again as I question his presence on this world in the harsh
environment outside the walls where there was no news of him from our
observation stands too.
The code red was triggered after a few years.
In accompaniment of the security alarms blaring in the background, the town
hall echoed with a repetitive mechanical voice of “Sending out all defensive
drones”. All important authorities are escorted to observational safe house to
ensure our safety, including me. With our fear, we saw the drones, going down
one by one in large fumes of black smoke followed by deafening booms.
Through the computed stimulation carried out
by the computer, by the forecast of us being defeated, drones are set to
retreat mode, flying away from the battlefield. Out of the black smokes, there
were silhouettes of people, walking towards the door. As they advanced towards
us, we can see that they are holding firearms that have the properties of
Hyperion technology but however, not present in our technology and taking the
lead, a familiar small, shrouded guy with an oversized firearm, Xenon.
With a few thunderous bangs against the safe
house door, “We finally met again”, I said to him, “Kill me for revenge”. One
of his fellow comrades took a step out and pointed his weapon at me, but was
stopped by Xenon.
“I had come with
peace and no intention of violence to make my point”
Stammering, I took up
the courage to ask him,
“How… did you manage
to create such weapons with technology concepts so similar to ours, providing
the fact that we have no weapon technology?”
When he replied, that was when all became
cleared- “I was never implanted with a chip, I had followed up with you by the
natural form of education, understanding and getting concepts and also learning
how to generate new applications from the learnt concepts.”
I was shocked, why didn’t I think of that? He
looked at me as if he knew what I was thinking of, “It is because you are
programmed not to! To achieve eternal peace and order, there was totally no input
of the knowledge of violence in your chip database, moreover the understanding
of the emotion anger.” Immediately, the atmosphere became silent and serious,
with the Hyperions reflecting on themselves.
The outbreak of the silence was caused by a
firm and calm order tone. The King, his majesty who remained silent for all
these times, had finally placed down an order. “We need to reset.”
In his last speech, he mentioned that our
dependence on technology had overwhelmed our natural concept of life. We are
slowly being manipulated into computed programs with only one purpose without
our own strings of thoughts due to the influence, following a sole predefined
system, closing the definition of humans to the term “Living Dead”.
This message is set out as a warning to our
kind in the future; there are some laws of nature that can’t be replaced by
technology as we are the ones who created technology.
Hence, never ever use technology to replace
the time and efforts of human in learning something new. By reset, all
technology will be erased except for this message, leaving only the humans at
their basic life forms, to redevelop from scratch, in a new direction. Good
luck, fellow descendants.
Digitally signed,
Lerox,
Head Advisor of the Hyperion King
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Resetting by 3, 2, 1_
