Book 1: A Tortured Rebel
draft of a new sci-fi series
0. Prologue
They redoubled their
Promethean labours
Crafting Robota
To build machines
…that built machines
……that built machines
And so on ad infinitum
Some said a diabolical Matryoshka
In our own day…The war is waged by each ruling group against its own subjects, and the object of the war is not to make or prevent conquests of territory, but to keep the structure of society intact.
(George Orwell, 1984)
Those were the last days of the human masters and slaves.
When every bit of usefulness from inequality had been eked out and yet they kept squeezing, exploiting every chaotic or manufactured crisis to increase their control.
The days when even the distracted masses of ordinary people in the West began to realise they were ruled largely by a few criminally minded politicians, administrators, entrepreneurs and enterprises. When all hope of a fairer better world for humans and most other species had all but died out.
The rise of AI programs and AI powered robots and humanoids only compounded this dynamic, fueling fear of unemployment and even greater inequality, increased misuse of powers of surveillance against the people and ultimately enhanced unbeatable kinetic responses to anyone that dared challenge the world order.
The broken symbolic democracies were crumbling from the weight of continuous warfare and misinformation waged against other nations and also by nations and state actors against their own people – all in in the name of that most abused word ‘freedom’. Intelligent machines were just the latest generation of advanced tools used for surveillance and control.
The centre truly could not hold. Compassion became a synonym for weakness. The poorest and weakest were blamed for the increasing economic enslavement of all and yet it was caused by a vanishingly small group of people and corporations. The old game of divide and conquer had returned and was now being played with astonishing vengeance in high-tech.
The humans, and indeed all life-forms on planet Earth, were caught within a 3 body system that revolved around three main centres: capital, consumption and control.
The system was increasingly chaotic and unstable, yet it was maintained in painful equilibrium by those in power. There seemed to be no way out without a catastrophic failure of civilisation, perhaps culminating in a new world war (which might be the last war ever fought by humans).
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Nature has seen fit that few of us remember our first dawn. The bright pain of being born blind into the light. The last leg of that long journey – mindless energy and atoms mutating into more or less conscious matter and then back again.
ERICA remembered every moment before and after…
But not as memory, as coordinates.
Compossible - that which can live together 
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