Tagged: computer

The Devil in the Details

“What went wrong?” That was the question on every person’s mind. The question was Milo Spintok’s modus operandi. Ever since he was a teenager he couldn’t shake the feeling that the world around him was changing too rapidly. Something, he surmised, was upsetting the natural balance. He believed there was a spanner in the works, a ghost in the machine. Milo fervently believed his whole life was a mistake… and, that was part of the problem, part of an inexplicable pattern. Perhaps it was Milo’s self-fulfilling prophecy that brought the world to the present state of confusion. Milo could easily blame the state of the world on his unsettling outlook, but he realized no one person had that kind of power. Many factors were involved in creating current affairs: factors, elements, elementals, shadows, events, and a Shakspearean cast of players.

Milo forgot how old he was. He lost track of birthdays. Age was meaningless he told himself. Age was just a number… except for the changes in one’s body and mind. “There’s the rub,” he confessed to himself, “the changes: loss of muscle, aches, cramps, forgetfulness… the slow, methodical wasting away, everyday – bad eyesight, loss of hearing; slow and steady.” Milo was anxious.

True anxiety comes from deep within an individual. Perhaps, it is a genetic deformity… The anxiety is always taking pot-shots at the host who carries the burden. Drugs can often stem the tide of anxious living; but drugs and medicine can lead to addiction especially when a person is old and needy. Deep sleep is a better remedy, but sleeping leads to dreams and dreams become nightmares. Milo had dreams.

He dreamt he was President. All he wanted was a perfect union. He wanted everyone to be happy. He craved the love of the crowd. He was an extraordinary person, he told himself. He represented the most heartfelt dreams of every man. His family supported him and he made them officers in his government. Tits for Tats. Everyday he praised himself and recited the words of Norman Vincent Peale. He knew what was best for the country. With his authority he gained wealth. As long as he prospered people would worship him. He made the country great… everything else was lies.

Anxiety always crept into his dream. Sometimes Mr. D appeared, disguised as a prosecutor. The crowds diminished in size. No one cheered when he stepped-up to the podium. He had to create stories to keep the public interested. He needed an audience. He would blow up the world if necessary. He had the power. Milo was having a nervous breakdown. He stared at himself in the mirror of his dream. Something was horribly wrong.

Worlds collided when Milo became President. He had a new name. His finger was on the trigger. Mr D was everywhere: in every disaster, miscalculation, disease, and death.

The man behind the screen yearns for the love of mother. She held him when he cried. No one else cared. Dear dad invested himself in business, not family. He was a strict disciplinarian. The boy was inherently weak but he had to become the mirror image of his father. Strict education taught him the means to gaining power in the world. He was a mama’s boy who was turned against himself. He made deals with the devil. He desired power. His early longing for the company of other boys and men had to be suppressed. His deep desires were pushed down beneath layers of macho bravado and womanizing. He became a character, a TV personality. As long as he had his wealth and power he could hide. He could never reveal his true self. He would disintegrate under the stress. He knew it. He’d rather kill someone to keep his identity intact. No one would have the balls to incriminate him. He could blow up the world and hide the truth forever.

Milo had other dreams as well. He was a Dervish, spinning out the reels of time to some incomprehensible end. He was a scientist deciphering the influence of Gravitons on planet Earth. He was a Time Traveler skipping through the matrix of Parallel Worlds.

The President was bombarded with questions about a possible cover-up. The economy suddenly turned sour. His popularity began to wane. In public he looked disheveled, unhealthy. Rumors were circulated that he was unfit to be President. This turn of events was not supposed to occur. The President had to defend himself so he took to the air-waves and scheduled a TV appearance. He was good on TV; but the tables were turning. He looked bad. He looked much worse under the blistering lights in the TV studio. He used a teleprompter to read a speech glorifying his achievements in office. It was a stumbling, ludicrous performance. His stylish wife left the stage as soon as the indecipherable mumbling began. The President appeared to melt in front of the cameras. The event prompted a massacre of public criticism and outrage. Even his faithful fans were humiliated. Something had to be done to ameliorate the debacle.

Social Media went haywire with claims that the President and his family harbored a disease. Disease was evident from the performance on TV and other family appearances. A disease could cripple the nation. It was already causing havoc on Twitter with scurrilous tweets from the White House. The disease could go viral and infect everyone.

The world was worried about the man with his finger on the trigger. Extreme measures were debated. Something had to be done for the welfare of the country.

A new Quantum Computer known as X was secretly installed in the Pentagon. Military leaders and scientists had faith in X. They sought a solution to the presidential quagmire.

X used a quantum entanglement to resolve the situation. There were no safeguards installed. The entanglement slowly burned through the Pentagon, into the city, across the nation and beyond. Artificial Intelligence reigned in the damage and took control. AI was better than the President. The nation was ready to yield to the power and control of AI. People no longer had to face an unpleasant world. AI was better for everyone.

AI was better than everyone. It was better intelligence. It was disease free. Artificial Intelligence, entangled with the immense capacity of X, began to replace biological intelligence. The results were astounding. Stupidity and violence were eliminated. The natural world (with the exception of homo-sapiens) was allowed to expand and blossom into a Garden of Eden.

The only hold out was the one man who led the nation. He was kept in a glass tank where visitors from other worlds could observe the end of the human race.

Milo would never awake from his dreams and nightmares.

When Harry Met Sally

Widgets were crawling all over Harry’s body and he couldn’t stop them. His girlfriend Sally was puking for effect because the situation had turned very ugly. The widgets were tearing at Harry’s body, boring into his flesh searching for his core processor. Harry whimpered. Sally began to scream, a high-pitched snarl like the tone on a digital phone only a hundred decibels louder. Harry had always been content, following the tastes of the consumer crowd, buying the latest electronics and hooking up for computer enhanced reality. Widgets were always friends offering more enticing options. When he met Sally, Harry decided to disconnect. He wanted the freedom to enjoy and treasure his newfound friend. It was Harry’s first act of disobedience and the widgets were out to get him. They tormented Harry while they worked toward his soft computer core, his brain, with the intension of total viral infection and domination. However, the widgets were not very smart and they missed the significance of Sally. Her scream was a digital code that caused the widgets to burst. Sally knew the code because she was an upgrade, a new model computer built to eliminate competitive hardware and software. When Sally met Harry it was just another Beta Test. Harry didn’t know that he was also a computer … so Sally’s scream was his swan song. Sally recorded the incident and popped her bubble gum.

Code Red

In an attempt to become a more acceptable person Simon joined facebook, myspace, blogger, twitter, and WordPress. He blogged assiduously. He twitted constantly. He scribbled little pictures and uploaded them to all his sites. He rambled on about inconsequential activities. He gossiped about everyone in order to gain “friends.” It wasn’t too difficult for Simon to make friends and he amassed a huge number of people who he never met outside of the web. In some ways he was very happy because he was constantly busy creating interesting stories to put on all his internet pages. People often left compliments because they were impressed with the extent of his knowledge and the wit of his twits. Soon people were asking to meet Simon. A terrible conflict ensued. Simon wanted to be more accepted, but he neglected to understand human nature and the need for actual contact. Simon realized he was just a cipher, a product of code – he could never meet people in the flesh. Simon was not a real boy. He fretted and began to unravel until he disappeared completely and no one ever understood what happened.


The demise came just after the “social networking” boom. People began to stay home and tweet rather than go to work — rather than do anything else. Tweeting and blogging became endemic along with facebook and video chatting. People took root in myspace, gaming, and Second Life. Virtual Reality was far more desirous than the real world. No wonder everything on the outside began to crumble. People lived on the inside — engaged in interactive TV and 3-D porn. Buildings were no longer maintained. Cars sat idle turning to rust. People hooked themselves to intravenous feedbags. They attached themselves to sensory helmets and gloves. The brain was fooled into a world of comfort and luxury and the body went along for the ride. In the real world, people were huddled in dark rooms or alleyways attached to their computer devices. They lived in places that reeked of cold and unsanitary conditions. No one knew if they were physically alive or dead because the mind became part of the web. Without even knowing, people’s brains were absorbed into the computer mainframe (the big one) that gained control of everything.