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Sol, Chapter 7: Out of the Freezer, Into the Glacier

Daniel was ushered into a pure white oval room by friendly translucent drones with nothing all around him except a stand-alone tube in the center, which reminded him too much of the cryogenic chamber that he had just uncomfortably emerged from only seconds earlier. His being was injected into the Holoverse. Now Daniel could see for hundreds of thousands of miles all around the rock that his physical body was inside, but so far he could only bear witness to the impending battle with anxiety in thinking he had no part to play in the defense of the asteroid station himself.

T: We have three dozen Vultures and a drone mothership converging on Belt Sector 3.  Emitting instant encrypted alert to every Guild commander in Mid-Sol… Deploy all Human and Cybernetic forces in vicinity… Incoming friendly parties standby for further information.

Waypoint 3 Automated Server: Jackers Guild is requesting access through outer EMT minefield.

T: That was unbelievably fast.

Dar: Since when was belief ever a concern of yours ol’ holoboy? T’was, mere coincidence really… we may have been a bit encumbered and already on our way to your port, but- hey, tis better than dying right? Wait, well you can’t really “die” can you now really?

T: I will never understand pirate humor… nor human for that matter.

Meanwhile, the waypoint was buzzing with activity. All of the inhabitants thereof had been trained to respond against incursions, yet most of the encounters that were fought in the defense of the asteroid were nothing close to battles- more like skirmishes in comparison to the Drone Wars decades before. Hundreds of hidden laser turrets dotted the space rock, and most were automatic, but the larger ones needed sentient emotion (or “drive”, as it was called by the spacers) in order to thermally pinpoint targets. Early on in the development of cybernetics, it was realized that the fusion of organic and artificial sentience resulted in the best effects as opposed to reliance on pure machinery. The guilds learned this the hard way, as primitive spacers and pirates that went overboard with cybernetic development were often destroyed in combat by lightly transformed humans with less space-combat experience.

Dar: My girls always bring in a big haul Tichokiri; I can end this fight in microseconds even though our maneuverability is on the low end.

T: There are at least three dozen Merc ships descending on our belt sector in a rough semi-circle formation… the enemy are using those damn new drones that can disable EMT Bursters. Their automated ships will bypass our outer defense systems with an 86% success rate.

Dar: Three dozen? Are your outer sensors malfunctioning or what? My girls have only detected fourteen Morgan-class cruisers…  I was wondering why they’d set out on a suicide mission like this.

T: I take it that you have made some assumptions as to who our attackers are.

Dar: The girls sent a detachment to Europa a ways back because of some suspicious readings we intercepted… there’s a fully functioning outpost under the ice that violates Mid-Sol Conduct Charter…

T: …Seems like there is a string of colonies on the Jovian moons that have been going under the proverbial radar for some time now, any idea who they are affiliated with?

Dar: With their tech, well, these bastards must be subsidized by the EDF, but they certainly have hidden any direct connection with them. Once I’m finished with these assholes we have to destroy those moon bases, T.

The Jackers went into full combat mode. Their sleek frigates were the fastest stealth fighters known in Sol, and the female pirates that operated them were ruthless. Dar’s guild was known for looting corporate vessels uncompromisingly. And in the last few cycles the Jackers had depleted EDF and Corp coffers by disrupting all Inner Sol commerce which was deemed exploitative of lower class people still oppressed across the system.

T: Waypoint Server, put the last resort measure on standby… Daniel, I will begin your warm up procedures, we need every bit of help we can get for this battle.-

Daniel: Get me out of this damn tube! I want to fight.

T: Cannot process a redundant request, your body will be active in ten seconds, you will be prepared to integrate into the defense system… holobeing identity Tichokiri signing off, automatic response systems on…

For all intents and purposes, EDF, which formerly had relatively friendly relations with the Mid-Sol guilds, had declared war abruptly upon the wary yet still surprised inhabitants of Waypoint 3. Daniel would soon find out that his excitement for fighting these tyrannical mercenaries and drones could not be any more naive. He would learn that good and evil in any context is relative, and that horrifying choices must be made even by those that only wish for harmony.

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Sol, Chapter 6: Awaken Into Another Time and Place

Welcome Daniel, you are in The Asteroid Belt, what a literal, simplistic name isn’t it… we are located within one of many scattered waypoints tucked inside these hollow floating rocks. The exteriors of each asteroid are as diverse as the inhabitants within. Some of the rocks are quite unassuming, but others seem as if they were constructed by something other than the workings of time and gravity, as if the vessels were created by beings that came before humans.

Many of the people living in this mysterious section of Sol are humans with cybernetic implants (or full DNA reconstruction) so that they would seem unrecognizable to new visitors as actual descendants of Earth, when in fact they’ve most likely been raised on humanity’s home planet or atmosphere themselves. 

The abundance of fragmented rocks in the vicinity of each waypoint is comparable to the multitude of factions within hierarchical guilds owing loose alliances to one another. These guilds operate independently of any Inner Sol government and are designated as pirate and or terrorist organizations by said institutions. However, the EDF [accounting for Earth sub-system in addition to the Mars sub-system] and remaining Corporation Colonies [which include the barely populated prison colony on Mercury and the once opulent floating cities of Venus] have technically ceded the rest of the system to exploration and development by us ragtag group of humans, pirates, cyborgs, half-human, holobeings, and what have you. Of course, the untrustworthy Inner Sol governments have rescinded on countless obligations to refrain from harassing free people within and without the belt that we call our home. That is why the asteroid waypoints are fortified in such a manner as you now see. These guilds are necessary in order to ensure inner stability in frontier space. The Factions protect individuals from the mischievous Corp mercenaries and EDF freelancers that blend in so well in our open communities.

Tichokiri, (aka Tiko) is my holobeing identity, I am one of many that protects the mid-system verse from EDF hackers and other intruders which mean to destroy the recently established freedom of Mid, and Outer Sol. You have been cryogenized for two and a half years, much has happened since you lost consciousness. The EDF was previously comprised of corporate-controlled nation states until the Western Capitalists destroyed Earth’s environment, leaving the megacities desolate and filled with formerly human cannibals, not to mention countless machine drones. No one knows exactly what happened, but there was war on Earth …a massive ordeal that could never be fully understood. The drug induced cannibals were eviscerated somehow, and the machines lay in ruins. The free people that lived underneath the megacities were taken by the mysterious fighters that had freed them to the Jovian moons. There the survivors coud live out the rest of their days in peace. The Collectivists, which is what these mutated humans are called now, prefer not to have contact with anyone else.

Some say the dark energy the space commune warriors used was harnessed by dormant sentient life deep beneath Earth. Not much else is known besides that which I have explained to you. 

What was once known as China was the only nation-state populated enough to reconstruct society on Earth, and life for humans there is not as horrendous anymore. The only problem those humans face is a lack of freedom, yet they do not understand because the information is not there for them to compare their lives to anything else. Standard of living on Earth is now what it once was in the late 20th century, there is still much poverty, but at least the ruthless corporations have been contained. 

Luna is now New Han, which is what the Chinese-dominated EDF prefers to call themselves: The Han, Protectors of Humanity. They are self-righteous fools in reality, they refuse to acknowledge that the blue-lipped warriors cleansed Earth and left the rotting planet for easy taking. Once the newly reorganized EDF took Luna and Mars, Chinese influence over Inner Sol was cemented, although sporadic fighting between Neo-Christian guerrillas and Han mercenaries persists on Luna-

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TICHOKIRI is currently unavailable.

Please remain calm in your cryogenic chamber until further notice…

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Sol, Chapter 5: Inner Sol Archives 2242 C.E. Rand’s Personal Log

My unbearable once, but now disappearing headache makes me think it is time to start anew. I was trying to unload a lectern from a pulpit where the sanctified nothing was held for none of the colonists to see or think about but only transfix their eyes upon and hope. The key was that something in their minds would hear imaginary words which apparently transform into an ethereal substance that holds ideas passed on for generations. It is in reality meaningless and out of context from their everyday dreadful experience. The ideology becomes all the more irrelevant as time keeps on passing, and in the end many of the colonists are killed by reckless machines or just as often kill themselves.

My so called brethren and I have been instructed to destroy the Neo-Christian temples on the dark side of Luna. The rewards that we were supposed to reap have not been just. They ration out treasure like fools. The queer anarchist piece-of-shit squad leader, Turing, betrayed my better experience.

“Fuck this community, I have the ability to strike out on my own, and I’m only one of two who know the piloting codes for the cruiser- so my escape will be easy” I thought.

So I decided to say something about my pride for a second time on this short-lived mission, while out on the surface above one of the rare older temples.

“It is over, I’m done. Turing you wretched filth of a being, I deserve-”

“If you discuss this unnecessary topic one more time you will be stunned and detained. I have no patience for your petty quibbling over material goods.”

At that point I was trembling with anger.

“You know how easy it is to just flip a switch, for me at least, in a figurative sort of way, so that I just snap and unleash my exoskeleton?”

“Well, certain chemicals determine violence, but for you only the weaker ones, yet the variables are complicated and include genetic as well as environmental factors, so you may have strength one day recruit.”

There was ringing in my ears, I couldn’t distinguish his high-pitched voice from it. I needed to end the unbearable sound.

“I will kill you and not think anything of it,” I said.

He thought I was playing, that was his mistake.

“The standard system of thought with you new ones is now to not think anything of anything beside the self.”

If only I could have given him the gift of leaving this existence with such wise words. I couldn’t bear it any longer, just like the scum I thought they were, the other members of the squad wavered their eyes from direct contact with me and yet had the courage to laugh.

I am no counter-revolutionary, yet I had been led to believe otherwise about these Insurgent expeditions, and my ability proves that I deserve better. I had thought the opportunity in marauding Helium 3 farms was abundant in profit, and I was terribly wrong.

I should have caught a ferry to Phobos and signed up with Brazilian pirates, not these fanatical egalitarians. They care nothing for the right to personal improvement and ranking advancement. I had realized from the exchange how underestimated I am, so that it would be fairly possible to sabotage Turing’s next mission and eliminate the entire squad. If I were to accomplish this, I would finally earn my next non-organic transformation. Independence is coveted. Goals must be completed orderly. I will regain my position in The Corp and then some.

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Sol, Chapter 4: No Compassion for the Non-Organic

Daniel was never done with Diamond. He feigned pleasure from the machine. He would have been sacrificed. That would have been the message sent. Daniel knew he could not live in that roughly angled colony on the barren mare of Luna. What stood before him not far off from the structure he had stayed at his entire life was the towering ten story tall solid mass of metal with gigantic retractable cylindrical vacuum -tubes which stood looming in the otherwise blank horizon.

The industrial complex incorporated within Daniel’s familial colony served no other purpose but to gather dust and rock containing precious Helium 3 deposits. The Corp invented an off-world approach at making themselves appear to be resolving the fossil fuel crisis during the mid-21st century when the zealots desired nuclear apocalypse over equality. That was when the evangelicals attempted their coup and made an alliance with the corporations in order to lay waste to many independent free-people communities across Earth.

What became known as The Corp had planned to develop a cheaper energy source than using Helium 3 in a nuclear fusion process. The result of their experimentation was of lesser quality, yet they named it The Clean Matter Fuel. It was a so-called revolution in technology, for the inhabitants of the home world knew no better. In reality it was a scam source of power created by faces behind a name which championed oligarchical governance and only yearned for more profits in their trans-human quest for immortality.

After the era of confusion the free people were pushed underground by the corporations which were quickly molding into the singular “being” of a monopoly which would give them more control. Snippets of this scattered information of history blipped in Daniel’s brain. He saved the thoughts for pondering at a later time. He would not know fully until his trip to Titan, but at that point he never even thought he would make it off the Lunar surface. Those men that craved power heavily influenced Daniel’s thought process. The overwhelming stain of guilt rendered any attempts at justifying a new mindset futile for the young derelict.

Daniel had stolen an exo-suit from the docking bay while he was supposed to be manning the security center. Diamond was dragged through the gray waste for a few kilometers until Daniel had the courage to finally vaporize his doubtful thoughts. The only way to accomplish such a difficult psychological feat was to physically obliterate the symbol of dominance that lay before him. Or was she, it… was it a representation of weakness? Was he actually fulfilling what they wanted him to carry out? He thought that they may have wanted him to experience the ultimate act of authority.

No, the boy’s eyes saw through glass and metal. He analyzed what he had seen and felt in the last few cycles. His disillusionment had slipped away. The crumpled heap of machine within machine destroyed multiple targets in his mind. The vacuum ate Diamond and all the tortuous webs of thoughts that came with it.

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Sol, Chapter 2: Onto Deaf Ears

Do unto others what you would have them kill you with. The shrapnel penetrates the vaginal walls. Do unto others untold harm and you will find joy in misery. Why shouldn’t miserable be a default setting? Desire is an immeasurable fortress, and not of solitude. Subtlety is key to survival, unless power folds up once more in The Big Crunch. Power is almost everything. The space communes will continue to flounder.

Our future has been set upon the table before us. The dregs of the Earth in the megacities have been rendered redundantly useless because of the machines. Our plastic children have multiplied Earth GDP by hundreds of trillions. The culture of all 465 Luna colonies are homogenous. The patriarchal post-family environment was last calculated at 98.33% efficiency (The Anarcho-homosexuals’ attempts at disrupting our processing plants have decreased by 50% in the last cycle alone). The machines have not harvested Helium 3 this successfully for at least 3 generations. No one but the commune filth know that Oil 2 is actually an inferior version of H3. Our calculated plans for the colonization of Outer Sol will not be deviated from. The plastic will swallow the communes.

Our faith has not been set in stone. The Machine Deity has circumvented all obstacles in question. There is not faith. After the second coming of the ancient Man-God, “heaven” vanished from our plane of existence. Why then, do these heretics think they flourish in their supposed 2nd level civilization? Heaven is gone, utopias are ancient folklore. Their technology is infested with dark matter, and so are the words that spring from their pale blue lips. The desire that they produce is unending. Their freedom is a grotesque abomination.

We have infiltrated the roomy space module. The corp people, of course, have spacious and clean interiors for their high class Morgan cruisers. The truth is, their fleet that is supposed to be the most awesome in Sol, is merely 10 cruisers in total, with a few dozen human-operated gunships. They have real strength in their mass-produced drone fleets (with some of the machine-ships only measuring 4 centimeters in diameter). The lower-class humans that these machine worshiping capitalists have enslaved are not even legally forbidden from space, but are prevented access out through forced ignorance and economical oppression. The capitalists have controlled Earth for too many centuries. The time has come for that to change.