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    Summary: Pense, a transhuman, is trying to prevent a new artifact from taking control of all consumers.


    Pense was not himself. The transhuman upgrade notice had been false. Whatever it was that had been loaded had made his system dysfunctional. He had to try to remove as much of the prostheses as he could which he had done before for repair. The rest was inert.

    Pense had become a human again. This made him susceptible to all of the afflictions of his native form.

    He was also separated from the others, Mestry, Wers, Rance and Inesc. Since he had planned to get to the artifact on his own, they would not be looking for him for quite a while.

    He no longer had access to transhuman broadcasts. Any time that he tried to use the standard machines for humans, the artifact would know where he was. He had been offline in the past for a while due to an evaluation or a place which was insulated so that it did not allow transmissions to permeate the surfaces.

    Any bot could now capture him. They had a magnitude or more than the capabilities of humans. He was brought into a large facility floating somewhere in the middle of the sea. It seemed to have been built upside down with the skyline pointing at the depths. Without the transhuman traits and enhancements, there was no way to attempt any escape.

    He tried to take an exoskeleton and use it to get to the top of the place, but was monitored and it was zapped into a frozen chunk before he got far.

    He wanted to get to the control system to take over the automated machines, but there was no central location for it and there seemed to be parts sprinkled throughout the structure, none of which he could break into and modify. There was no familiar external grid to use to get support which would have meant the artifact anyway.

    He thought that he had found a way to use the maintenance components near the base to schedule simultaneous port releases which would allow the water to get in and fill it up, sinking it. He now had to make his way up again.

    The bots found him again and brought him back to the holding area below the midline.

    At one point, Pense had been given one of the early emotion chips tried and discarded for transhuman use. He had no more worries. It made the artifact seem perfectly normal. It had its own version of human health offerings. There were interesting copies of anatomical parts which it was laying out for him. It showed him others who had made the change and were happy with the results. Each of these pieces would be better than his own. He would be all new. The transference made perfect sense. Not only that, but he would be an example that others would follow. The previous human materials would be recycled for scarce elements that would be added to the chemical storage. From now on, he would be making others lives easier by bringing the artifact to more who would be lost without it.


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    Tue, Dec 20, 2011  Permanent link

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    Summary: Much of humanity has yet to face its fear of the future. This may boil down to technology. Science is timeless, but tech is momentous. Absolutism is not endemic to human nature which derives meaning from experience.


    Edgar is beginning to think that this has all been a hoax. It might have been setup by some conglomerate to affect either policy making or investing. He does not want to be their pawn. Each time he gets close to an answer, something either appears to knock things askew, or there is a societal disregard for his treatise.

    Science had concerns about public safety in terms of toxicology and environmental health. Having enough regulations is a governance problem. Lack of lab filters is the technician's. It was not hard to find the separation between these if enough exertion was put into it.

    The tech was all around. The problems required more nano to solve. This included consumer product side-effects, antimicrobial materials causing bacteria to develop resistance, lightweight equipment coating residue, personal disease prevention and nanochemical effect on DNA, particles passing from olfactory system to brain, oxidative stress on cells, and the other results affecting food, air, liquids, or materials.

    Grey goo may be inevitable so the question became how to rebuild. Energy consumption and heat production are supposed to make this immediately observable. Therefore the blast may be an indication of a tryout. They may be attempting to gradually make it look more like a normal phenomenon so that it is not considered an early warning any longer.

    Nano is Greek for dwarf. This meant that less was more. A world dominated by it would be scaled down in most respects. This could already be seen by the minimization of energy sources, economic transactions, object sizes, or lengths of times for process durations and intervals. It had happened so quickly already and did not appear to be slowing down.

    This was about more than an autonomous swarm becoming a wolf pack. The civilization which was progressively losing amplitude would eventually become an echo of itself until it was indistinguishable from the contagion which it sought to elude. This was like evolution in reverse. It would not take millions of years to accomplish.

    He could not let this happen. His feeling was that the other kinds of tech, from machines to posts, would also not want this. The things that expanded might have more spinoffs around which would add to their prominence rather than diminish it. Human nature was no different. The species mind included what it needed and had found the ways to tame. His unseen foe was more a consequence of his yet-to-be-developed level of discernment than a fact of nature.

    If it came down to it, Edgar would be willing to trade all of it to know how this thing behaved. That meant the task force, crash group, objectives, contacts, and his own contributions. He would be losing the gross signs of his initiatives, but increasing his perception of an uncharted province. If he succeeded, society would have one less supernatural monster of which to sing the praises. Otherwise they could not throw enough people or bots into saving the fort. Either way the time was up.


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    Mon, Nov 21, 2011  Permanent link

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    Summary: Society seems to be forfeiting sanity when a side-effect of the denial of death brings a spirit back to settle the score, and both Stone, a transhuman researcher, and Park, a wrongly convicted undercover operative, must solve the mystery before the struggle for dominance falls to the supernatural.


    "They're breaking into the prison, the werewolves!" Park said. His face was running in sweat and the muscles were rapidly twitching nervously. The smell of anxiety permeated the air.

    "What are?" Stone asked.

    "They're climbing up the sides, the walls. They look like bots. They are animals." The sound of his heartbeat was audible. The veins on his neck and forehead were bulging at the same rate.

    Stone checked the monitors. Inside the room, the light was subdued. He could see nothing of what the other was saying. "How do you know this?" he asked.

    "They are plastered all over the building," Park said. He was breathing in short gasps. "Where are the drones, the guards? There's nothing to stop them." He was panicking. There was saliva bubbling from the corner of his mouth.

    "Okay, that is enough. Let's ease the settings down, slowly."

    Park began to relax. His grip on the sides of the chair in which he was sitting eased. His chest stopped heaving and he was returning to normal.

    "Very good. Do you know where you are?"

    "We're in the prison hospital," Park said. He was taking regular deep breaths.

    "Do you know why?"

    "To check out the device."

    "That's right. That's all it is. That was not any more real than a Hali session. You are perfectly fine. We're all okay."

    "I'm okay?" Park asked.

    "Yes, of course. You are as safe as before we started. We won't do this one again. I think I know what was wrong. The sensitivity was far too high for you. It resulted in hallucinations." He waved his hand at a corner of the ceiling indicating that the situation was under control. The ventilation had activated and the room temperature was cooler.

    "I saw them."

    "Yes. They were merely projections of something your subconscious had associated with, probably from a story or a movie."

    "I was frightened," Park said.

    "That is normal." Now that I know what to do, it will be better next time. Don't worry."

    "When can we expect this to be done?"

    "There's just a few more incremental exams. I have been adding the features to the chip inside of you slowly so that we could measure the effects in each case."

    "I'm not turning into one of those things myself am i?" Park asked. He looked closely at his arms and legs questioningly.

    "Are you?" Stone echoed. He was smiling. "No, you're definitely not. That will not happen."

    "I thought that the transhumans would be better than us."

    "They very well could be. This artifact could double your endurance, that much is for certain. The question will be if you will use it for good."

    "That's the deal," Park said.

    "Yes it is." Stone thought that there was someone standing to his left, visible out of the corner of his eye. His adrenaline surged. He turned to face them, but there was noone there. He exhaled slowly himself a couple of times to regain his composure. "Yes, it is," he repeated.

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    Summary: A space junk reclaimer discovers that a synthetic species has decided to brazenly and briskly takeover Megacomplec and replace humanity which had finally arranged itself into a utopia of automated megacities on several planets.


    The conflict is between Bunks' preferences for future conditions or his life.

    His limbs are having more instances of seeming separateness. He had had friends who had lost theirs and later complained that they felt like they were there uncomfortably which prostheses usually smoothed over. His case was the opposite. Luckily, he could use the exoskeleton instead to prop himself up.

    When he had faced meaninglessness in social activities, he had sought refuge in machines. When they had taken away voluntary action, he had fled to Mars. Now that the synths had eliminated logic, he could see no path forward. It was the humans who had needed it and without them the posthumans had their own forms of decision-making. There was nothing left of humanity for him to guard which presented a fundamental contradiction. The answer was an escape route. This one would be one way, without fanfare or salute. A more creative person might have built themselves a better maze. He had had enough when they took away the members of his squad. Now that he had formed a new one among the heads on deck of several species groups, his enemy had targeted those as well. There was no end to loss in this universe. The moment that he paused to accept that was when he became a standing bullseye himself and the inevitable occurred.

    Someone had changed his status in the archives. Instead of being the confidential asset, they had listed him as a trained shooter on the loose seeking revenge for the decision of an officer who had demanded that he complete a mission which lost the rest of his team. Somehow he had outwitted the pursuers from all of the groups and carried out his goal. They had later found that it was he who had also taken out the others in his strike and blamed it on command. He had then beaten every level of defense on his way up to the ultimate milestone of erasing his own species.

    This was false, but it had been put into the deepest reports which had been marked destroyed so there was no way to modify them. It meant that it was not only his friends that had a bounty on them. Cartel had done this type of thing in the past to deceive the opposition into self-destructing. If he was no longer around, then the others would no longer be in danger since noone could claim that he was still after them. No Strangelove, if he had to go, he would have preferred to have had enough time to fake it.

    They had used his closest contacts to lure him, of course, and exoskeletons for the coup de grace. Someone took aesthetic pleasure in this. His last thought was that he would have liked to have met them.

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    The term metahuman is used in previous scifi for people that had mutations due to an external factor such as radiation or chemicals. A mutant was born that way. The latter could also be converted into cyborgs. A mutagen cal also be a virus. Genetic engineering can create a mutation almost immediately. Humans also use tools to survive longer which may slow down the rate of mutations. selective breeding is used to cross species in a single generation. Artificial life can mix and match at the DNA level. Nature may dominate during punctuated equilibrium, otherwise people can do the speciation. In the series, awareness can be hosted by biology or machines. How it adapts in each case is another factor which affects survival and action. The characters also have artifacts customized for them, e.g. ships or habitats, which buffers adaptation requirements of environment. Nonduality may question the paradox of suchness and whether the world reflects the actors or vice-versa. Of course, writers may be criticized by institutions when they question and which exiles or imprisons them. Another issue is about to what degree randomness plays a role in nature, or whether it is quantized or continuous. Inflation may hide the simplest rules in the growing complexity. Surveillance may only show data at the wrong levels and something else is needed for cause-effect analysis. It is also prone to abuse by pursuers for their own benefit. Kern may be better off since it is not subject to physical coercion, but it may not get to choose who uses it.

    The various personality types handled crisis in different ways. The idealist reorganized people toward a new social order, or at least use a task force to get around bureaucracies and put themselves in charge. Irrationals also do something like this. Objectives try to establish a rational explanation for what is going on that allows prediction and compensation. They also expend a large amount of effort to try to prove eachother wrong. Servers know that there is a constructive solution since they can change the equation by introducing an artifact. There is experimentation and collaboration and not everything gets results according to plan. The pursuers attempt a takedown in Casa and are effectively guarding against themselves. Transhumans spring from objectives, but they also end up as anims and bots. The endpoint in Cast is where a transmutation occurs. There is a burst of chaos for each group type which connects to the betans, AIs, artifacts and rules. Each has increased the range of activities, but it is a foreshadow of what emerges through Time into Last. There is an unexplained amount of feedback between the segments like a quantum style of narration. There is also an internal means of displaying the rise and falls in the museum. In other earlier posts, there were ripples in the multiverse. There is enough background and structure to support additional compositions in the same settings along other storylines.

    Scifi had roots in industrial capitalism. Singularity may end this reign. Holmoff would sense this acutely. Short stories emphasize inventions and the novel social impact. Artifact forms may parallel previous designations of nationality, ideology, doctrine, profession, gener, orientation, color, political party, reflexive stimulus, economic class, language, age, location, dependents and name. They may be an offset for the user. Some can be variable proxies. This was an alternative to contrarian admin. There was a rivalry for control up to the end of the 80s, then a flattening of hierarchy through the 90s, then another rivalry in early 00s, then subtle physical foreshadows in that decade and a lot of anti-sentiments. The financial pillars acted as if under siege. There was then a shift in players and new interpretations of rules that required different enforcement mechanisms. Heads were hotter, so machines had to be cool. This is about where Heap begins. HAL practices localization. There is a question of where the energy is coming from. A change in setting would disrupt the world and send all sorts of changes through the rest of the novel. The sun could be fluctuating. Nukes could move around. A lot of tiny generators that convert anything to electricity could satisfy contained demands. Whatever the next bottleneck is, the easing up off its constraints frees actors to be creative, and worries the former pinnacles about time left.

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    MARY
    We did it. The bot apoc is finished. Now it is time to count the survivors. Who's left?

    FRAN
    That one is beginning to get over his amnesia. It was probably induced by the bots at the beginning of their operations.

    MARY
    What's his name?

    FRAN
    Not sure. Most he knows so far is Lou something. It'll come back to him, he thinks.

    MARY
    Okay, put him in charge of the others. You and I have to hit the road. We've got a lot to do to get this organized.


    It is unclear exactly how it began.

    Scribd had an invitation for stories about a robot apocalypse this month. This did overlap some of LoTH. Was observing previously, or perversely, that there were not a lot of titles about what happens if bots dominate humans. There were books such as Apocalyptic AI, Star Wars, Blade Runner, Terminator, 2001, Neuromancer, Battlestar Galactica, The Singularity Is Near, Wired for War, Cyberwar, as well as some of the other earlier apocalypse-type stories such as Revelations, Noah's flood, War of the Worlds, 2012, Dr. Strangelove, Resident Evil, or Armageddon. There are also post-apocalyptic fiction titles about how humanity recovered. The evolutionary ideas, such as posthumanism discuss how people were displaced.

    If machines thought, they might have considered what humans could do to support their own goals. In Matrix, the bodies became batteries. The machines had probably seen all the movies. When a group of people conquered a new territory, they usually erased the previous civilization. No one group had yet emerged triumphant. If this was true for machines, then they would have various battles going on between types. The ideologies may have been based on their instrumentation and what they were capable of sensing and evaluating. Some may have been holdovers from early human pioneering efforts such as AI researchers and weapons makers. So, whether humans were targets, allies or leaders is one factor. Another is location. It could have begun on earth, in space, or in a digital environment. Ironically, they might have been guarding some people and ended up in a struggle against them all. Machines could have been outlawed and the survivors were trying to escape from Luddites. They could morph into natural forms and continually shapeshift to wage secret operations. Some of them might have become those things that humanity had feared most in past literature and brought it to life like machine theater. War using automation was pretty simple as had been demonstrated in the past decades around the new millennium. The machines could do it themselves to contain or eliminate their predecessors. If they were immune to biological threats, it gets more virulent. People had to find their vulnerability. All of the things that they used to do to protect devices, they now had to undo. That could have toxic consequences. In Cast Shadow, Degonta built tricubenet which was enough to claim victory. Had he not stood down, there might have been a standoff between that and Correction. There may also be pretenders, e.g. using telepresence, bots that are actually human controlled. It was a shock for people. All they have now are their flashbacks. Assuming this is not a sim or brain box, that is.


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    Fri, Jun 3, 2011  Permanent link

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    INT. Panel shows avatars for Watch, Castle and Chart. The first one lights up kaleidoscopically, the other two go to blank and a flatline.

    CUT TO:

    INT. Sin's office.

    SIN
    Anyone seen Chart? Comms to the ship seem to be down.

    ILSA
    I can bring Scope up. What are we looking for?

    SIN
    There are simultaneous reports of a climate storm, environmental events, social channels disconnected, and another tyrant rally.

    ILSA
    Perfect. That means that we might be on our own energy generators soon.

    SIN
    Those are not up either. Someone knows our vulnerabilities.

    ILSA
    The rest of the synths and Betans are away.

    A Hali row appears.

    WRAP
    How are you doing?

    SIN
    It occurred to me that Castle's supporters are probably also in the bullseye, so I wanted to check if the Guild was okay.

    WRAP
    Things are pretty much nonoperational. This will affect parts of the megacity before long.

    ILSA
    What cares about these groups?

    SIN
    The common element would be Watch when it comes to Castle, the Guild and synths.

    WRAP
    Concur.

    ILSA
    So the ship was a diversion. That means that it is a lost cause.

    WRAP
    Same problem here since people won't know their social roles without an admin.

    SIN
    There are reports about stoppages involving vehicles, artifacts, and networks.

    ILSA
    Moderator's incapacitated. Noone besides Castle and Driscoll knew how to immerse.

    WRAP
    We better alert Megacomplec and bring up the defenses against aliens.

    SIN
    That includes energy, ballistics, and nano decomposers to begin with.

    ILSA
    I can try to get location approximations.

    WRAP
    If it is Watch, it knows all of our vulnerabilities.

    ILSA
    Then there's nothing to stop a takeover.

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    Tue, Apr 19, 2011  Permanent link

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    "This Hamnet?" Ilsa asked.

    "Speaking."

    "You had sent an inquiry to the sat stream offer."

    "Right. Had a question actually. Can you infiltrate and shutdown all of the sats together as easy as turning off a network?"

    "Possibly. Depends on what it's worth."

    "Can you do the ones used to cover a particular state beyond entertainment?"

    "If you have their orbit."

    "That's what I thought. We really should discuss this. It would be in your interests to join forces since your skills complement ours so nicely."

    "Who are you?"

    "Do you know Kodandera?"

    "I've heard of him, of course."

    "Consider me a guard of the throne. Responsible to see that the fun on the street does not get out of hand."

    "Does this include trade?"

    "Materiel you mean? Yes, at times. This is as big as it gets. What do you say?"

    "I try to stay away from the scrappers," she said.

    "I don't blame you. Not in their right mind, most of them. But it is not often that we get to associate with the voice of the heavens. You could really make a lot of people happy including the commander himself. There would be nothing that you could not do with friends like this."

    "Sounds tempting, but I prefer to remain on the loose. It's healthier."

    "Know what you mean. So do I. This is just an arms length theatrical really. No harm in trying it out. You might really like it. Pays well."

    "How long would it be for?"

    "I'd like to see how difficult the setup and teardown are, and perhaps the scrutiny. Wouldn't want anyone to know we're stowed away, would we? Shouldn't be long. When can we confer in person? Ale's on me, of course."

    She laughed. "Okay, we'll compare notes. I've got some other things going, so let me put together a summary and send it ahead."

    "Good idea. see you soon."

    Nice to have a backup racket in case she lost the first string, she thought.

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    The stakes as seen over the entire series so far have varied for each protagonist. Heap had an intelligence group run by its enemy. In Casa, the detective became victim and Thereafter was about the consequences for his romantic partner. Weather had a wait for execution. Cast was under tyranny. Time had the alien invader. Last was extinction. Strife had strandings on earth and in space. Through it all, the things that were really important could not be lost. The museum had confirmed that.

    Exiles (blurred)

    Irie was looking up at the ceiling and saw the tops of their heads reflected. He felt as if he had just done a pratfall off of a ladder. Bunks was nowhere in sight.
    Raider met Castle in the hallway.
    "Is this what you were looking for?" He gestured toward Fran who was in the conference room.
    "That should do it," she held up her comm showing him the payment and he nodded and left.
    "Good to see you," Fran replied.
    Berna wandered in. "How'd you get layed up here?" he asked.
    "Don't know."
    Versa arrived followed by Pierce. "Got your alert," he said to Raider. "Fearless Fran, you put a scare into us."
    "Looks like you lot oriented pretty well," Fran replied.
    Raider looked at her comm. She activated Hali and Jet appeared seated at the table.
    "Who's the reanimate?" Fran asked.
    Jet smiled.
    "The alien looks like a local manifestation of a very distant entity," Fran said.
    Berna said, "Well, we know that there's a future in energy."
    "And Cartel may do anything to stop it," Jet said.
    The wall lit up with a large-scale scene from a galaxy. "This is the likely source," Fran said.
    "So we send more ships to check it out," Pierce said.
    "Or negotiate if it shows up in this system again," Jet said.
    The surrounding turned into a starfield. He recognized the Strife. A swirl like the nebula around a black hole began to stretch in front of it then snapped into a point leaving only the ship visible for a split second before the picture vanished.
    A loud boom startled Irie and what seemed to be an energy field which reminded him of the alien stood where Fran had been then exploded silently into what felt like a magnetic wind which was as quickly gone. The unthinkable had happened. Chinda had figured out a way to use shortspace to accurately throw bolts and her target had been the one thing that they all had counted on. He had a feeling that this was irretrievable.
    "Shouldn't we get clear of this area?" Pierce asked.
    "Correction may catch on soon," Jet said.
    Irie stood and was dizzy for a moment. When his vision returned, he was back to normal and the others from his past were no longer present. Events had flipped things around several times for him, but this had taken him completely by surprise.

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    If they were asked at this point whether they thought that machines had reached the capability of handling time, they might have one opinion, and, if they were also asked if it understood time, they'd have another, and, if asked if any were timeless, they would probably have to check that out. The same could be questioned of people, groups, and grids.

    A decade ago, people used search and socnets to find out facts and put together meanings. There was the beginning of the curated stream archive which could do the math, and draw the graphs. There was a big step remaining for philosophy and prediction. Cartels already knew the future and it was merely a matter of finding the way there. Space loomed as this thing that could be seen at night and, unless it threw a rock which had to be intercepted, was benign. Some understood that it was looking back and they'd prefer to be on its shoulders rather than under foot. There was no map of a multiverse that could be verified.

    It was the case that imagination had not been completely destroyed. People could write and draw, though they couldn't yet materialize a bubble to contain their creations accessible through a private key. Unexperienced in how to cope with realtime universe choices, it was probably feared that most would disappear into their primitive preferences, so this facility was discouraged if not actively squelched. The ones that considered the near-term might see a path where machines would need such an aptitude, and therefore humans would tend to adapt it to their own amusement, or, assuming that all of the facts would soon be known, decide that deduction was enough, or that induction could also be limited to what was provable. A machine conceptualizer might use an infinite amount of energy and never find anything of practical value. In fact, it might wonder about a nonhuman reality entirely, and that would be counterproductive, that is, unless it could be directed to do this for a limited area, to clear borders, for instance. It was probably worth an investment by the Cartels to have this as a card to be played when the action got heavy. They were not after a peace prize in literature or art, merely a quick judgement in how to circumvent the persistent pretenders to the dynasty. Bit by bit, they could integrate their goals into the fabric of the subject society, changing a law here or there to add to their momentum, until they had critical mass and swept the rest of the population of people and machines to adopt a simple ideology that added up to inexhaustible profits for them. One meaning. That would be enough. Then it would be time to find new territory. Now the moon and nearby planets looked attractive. They had started by lending money and building casinos to take it back. That still applied. A few could be floated in orbit. They also provided a place to hide arms should they be needed in quantity, and these would be a sanctuary if they needed to escape for a while. So timelessness could be useful when the time came.

    ...

    Doyle tries out a news interface that translates published data into an intelligent personality. ST was not criticizing his ability to recite facts, just the amount of time that he spent reading. If this was successful, he might be able to check out some more fiction for a change. The system looked at his recent reports and generated avatars that he would find recognizable and have some emotional connection to, though the latter would be at an almost invisible scale compared to anyone in a normal walk of life.

    Doyle: Can it compare predictions for the next decade through the 2020s?
    Sin: Brains are simulated since computers are several orders of magnitude more complex than they are.
    Holmoff: That means realistic animation and cheap printed electronics, also human-like ai and pervasive ad angels.

    Doyle: Will the weather improve?
    Placida: Temperature is up two degrees. There are more long heat waves and water has shortages for two-thirds of the eight billion people. Bangladesh floods send refugees into India. The aging population is unsupported in cities. Montana has wildfires.
    Sin: Food may be harder to grow since cropland is more limited. Cod is probably gone.
    Bunks: Sea levels are up a foot or two.
    Park: US has water supply conflicts in southwest and Florida. Africa has no gorillas or elephants. Greenhouse gases are increased by things like air conditioner use.
    Holmoff: Energy use is up fifty percent.
    Sin: Energy should be in greater supply from fusion by laser.
    Bunks: Weather forecasting is accurate a couple of days ahead.

    Doyle: How long will I live?
    Stone: We should be able to regrow various parts of the anatomy such as organs, teeth and limbs. These will be applied to treat diseases which may increase significantly, such as diabetes by a half, or tobacco-related tripling. Sleep should also be eliminated by pharma.
    Sin: A human may be cloned.
    Placida: There may not be nearly enough healthcare staff.
    Stone: Some of that may be addressed by nanobots.

    Doyle: Where's the money?
    Sin: China is the big economic power.
    Park: US Africa established and a bridge spans to the Middle East.
    Holmoff: Russian oil and gas reserves more accessible, Canada has more room for development.

    Doyle: What's new on the security charts?
    Bunks: Space is spotlighted. The Jupiter mission is launched. Bioterrorism is a big threat.

    Doyle: What's ST like?
    Doyle2: You are not cleared for that. Obviously, your digital avatar is indistinguishable from the actual person in 2 or 3D. You can go for much longer without drinking. The nanobots make you more adaptable to a range of weather conditions and can harden to resist projectiles. We are working on clothes that are biohazard safe. We have several copies of your physiology so that, while one is in the process of growing back, another can take its place, or more than one can be active at the same time. There is a Doyle2020 system that monitors security channels and alerts to risks and recommendations. Field operatives can hear you clearly anywhere as if you were standing next to them like an instructor. They can print weapons on demand based on plans that you send over the net. You are back to some of the East Euroopean and Asian stomping grounds.


    Continued draft 1, draft 2 scenelist
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