Sub-Human: Post-Human Series, #1
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When World War III strikes, Dr. Craig Emilson is sent to take out a powerful artificial intelligence. Unexpectedly, he becomes the greatest hope for humanity. He must choose between saving mankind or saving himself as he faces impossible odds and an army of super soldiers on a mission to destroy him. "Sub-Human" is the first book in a new series of page turners that will keep you guessing until the very end. A mix between action thriller and science fiction, this novel will have you on the edge of your seat from beginning to end. First in a new series!
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Sub-Human - David Simpson
Prologue
Interviewer: With us is presumptive Presidential nominee, Senator Morgan, for his first major interview since sweeping the Super Tuesday primary contests less than twenty-four hours ago. Congratulations on your victories, Senator and for locking down the nomination so quickly.
Morgan: Thank you very much, Anderson.
Interviewer: Now that your opponents have suspended their campaigns, are you surprised at all with how quickly you’ve managed to dispatch your competition? You were, after all, facing two candidates that were far better funded than yourself throughout most of the early primary season. Yet here we are in the middle of March, and you’re already uncontested and headed for the general election.
Morgan: I’m not surprised at all, actually, given that the stakes were so high. The choice was crystal clear for voters, and they resoundingly chose to cherish and protect human life. No amount of funding would have been enough to confuse the issue for the American people in the primaries, and no amount of funding will be enough to confuse it for them in the general election either.
Interviewer: By ‘protecting human life,’ you are, of course, referring to your signature issue—that being that you want to outlaw what is known as strong artificial intelligence.
Morgan: It’s not just my signature issue—it’s the most important issue in the history of our species. It’s about species dominance—
Interviewer: And the ‘history of our species’ is 6,000 years? Since Adam and Eve?
Morgan: Listen, Anderson, I’m not going to play that game. This is too important—
Interviewer: I’m just trying to clarify—
Morgan: No, you’re not. You’re doing a hit job on me, as I knew you would.
Interviewer: I’m just clarifying—
Morgan: You’re doing a hit job for the incumbent—the President of the United States—as I expected.
Interviewer: Senator, you said during the primaries that you believed in Adam and Eve—
Morgan: I’m not going to be debating theology or my personal religious beliefs with you, Anderson. I am not taking that bait. What I am going to do is voice the concerns of the majority of Americans, whether your friend the President likes it or not.
Interviewer: I cannot deny, Senator Morgan, that you have voiced the concerns of about half the American electorate. Stats have shown that 47 percent of Americans say they strongly oppose the development of strong A.I., which is part of why you were able to use your unofficial status as the head of the Purist movement in the United States to beat back your better-funded opponents.
Morgan: The Purist movement is bigger than any one man.
Interviewer: Well, it may be bigger than you, sir, but you must admit that it was your wedge issue.
Morgan: You think you’re so clever, don’t you?
Interviewer: Excuse me?
Morgan: You do. Admit it. You ask me questions and smirk away, but you have no idea what’s coming. You and your pseudo-intellectual establishment. The people of this country know what’s coming. They know the choice that they have in this election. That’s why I accepted the invitation to be here today. No amount of personal character assassination against me is going to confuse this issue in the minds of the American public.
Interviewer: Okay, so let’s discuss the issue at hand, then.
Morgan: All right.
Interviewer: It’s your position that the United States should use its power within the new Democratic Union to push for a ban on artificial intelligence worldwide, correct?
Morgan: Let’s be crystal clear, because this is a crucial point.
Interviewer: Okay.
Morgan: It’s not my position that we should use our power to push for a ban—it’s my position that we should use our power to insist on a ban. And I am not personally against the development of artificial intelligence. A.I. is all around us—
Interviewer: Yes, I was going to ask you about your own personal use—
Morgan: I’m not against artificial intelligence. What I’m against is strong A.I. I am against artificial intelligence that is capable of passing the Turing test and that has the potential to become infinitely more intelligent than human beings.
Interviewer: But, Senator, A.I. is already stronger than us at most types of thinking—
Morgan: Most types of thinking? I don’t know where you’re getting your information, Anderson, but that’s simply not true.
Interviewer: Okay—many types of thinking—is that a fair statement?
Morgan: It’s faster, sure.
Interviewer: So, if computers have already surpassed us in many respects, isn’t the Turing test an anthropocentric and, therefore, irrelevant way of evaluating—
Morgan: No, it’s not. The Turing test determines whether or not a computer is conscious. That’s the whole point of it.
Interviewer: Don’t you think that might be debatable?
Morgan: We don’t have time for that type of academic debate.
Interviewer: No time for debate, Senator?
Morgan: The Turing test is the only agreed-upon—
Interviewer: No time for debate in a democracy?
Morgan: Let me finish. The Turing test is the only agreed-upon test in which all parties agree that, when a computer passes it, that computer will have reached human levels in all respects. We won’t have any cognitive advantages over a machine like that—we’ll be demoted to the second-smartest species on the planet. Like the dolphins. Ask them how that worked out for them.
Interviewer: So your position is that the United States will unilaterally decide to ban artificial intelligence if you’re elected president?
Morgan: I never said that.
Interviewer: You said the United States should insist on a ban.
Morgan: We should.
Interviewer: The rest of the Democratic Union doesn’t agree with that position.
Morgan: That’s not true.
Interviewer: It is true, Senator—
Morgan: No, it’s not. Sure, there are countries within the D.U. that disagree, and we’ll negotiate with those countries—
Interviewer: You said insist.
Morgan: The United States has the most influence of any D.U. nation. If we take a moral stand, I have full confidence that the D.U. will follow our lead.
Interviewer: Even if that’s true, China will never agree to abandon—
Morgan: I don’t know about that.
Interviewer: They have openly stated their position that they will continue developing strong A.I., regardless of the D.U. position on the matter.
Morgan: As President, I will not let China threaten us—
Interviewer: They’ve issued no threat, Senator.
Morgan: Yes they have. If they develop strong A.I., not only will that threaten international security, but it will also threaten our species.
Interviewer: How have they threatened international security?
Morgan: A strong A.I. would quickly be able to find a way around our defenses. That’s why they want to develop it in the first place—to threaten us.
Interviewer: With all due respect, Senator, aren’t you the one who’s issuing threats?
Morgan: Absolutely not, Anderson. I’m simply doing what the American people expect me to do—defending humanity from an existential threat.
Interviewer: Isn’t this—
Morgan: I’m glad you find this amusing.
Interviewer: I’m sorry, but aren’t you being a little dramatic?
Morgan: I don’t find the security of the American people and the security of the people of the Democratic Union funny, Anderson. I take it very seriously. If your friend, the President, were to take it seriously, he’d back me up and insist on a comprehensive, strong A.I. ban.
Interviewer: Let’s talk about that proposed ban. The election is almost eight months away, Senator, and even if you win, you won’t take office until January of next year. Meanwhile, IBM already has a working simulation of the human brain. Some experts are saying now that this simulated brain might be able to pass the Turing test before the end of the next President’s first term. How do you intend to implement measures draconian enough to stop multinational companies from following through on the development of these technologies?
Morgan: By any means necessary.
Interviewer: Excuse me, Senator, but I am a bit taken aback. Isn’t that the kind of talk that has caused some people to label you as an extremist?
Morgan: Your network has labeled me as an extremist. The American people haven’t.
Interviewer: Senator, I resent that. We’ve always been fair—
Morgan: Fair? The man who owns your network has donated to the President’s campaign already, has he not?
Interviewer: He has. Full disclosure for our viewers. That’s true.
Morgan: He’s got his toes dipped in every major technology company there is.
Interviewer: That’s an unfair generalization—
Morgan: It’s worse than selling his soul. If he just sold his soul, so be it. He’d burn in Hell. Serves him right. But this is worse than that. He’s selling out his species. He’d end humanity. He’d see a world that is post-human, as long as he lived to see it inside a computer—
Interviewer: Senator Morgan—
Morgan: He’s not just a traitor to America—
Interviewer: This is really—
Morgan: He’s a traitor to the species—to his own species!
Interviewer: Senator Morgan? Please—okay. Senator Morgan has walked out on the interview. He’s certainly started the general election campaign with a bang, that’s for sure. We’ll see how voters respond. A fiery outburst of a self-proclaimed Purist, or the extremism of a fanatic? The American voters will decide in November.
Part I
1
WAKING UP for the first time from nano-infusion treatment was a disorienting and altogether unpleasant experience for Dr. Craig Emilson. The feeling of nausea was overwhelming.
Don’t try to stand up,
said the young doctor as she lightly pressed her palm against Craig’s chest and kept his back against the small bed on which he lay. We have to do a quick test first.
I’m fine, really,
Craig replied as he tried to get up once again.
Again, the young doctor kept him horizontal. Dr. Emilson, try not to be such a stereotypically bad patient for the next minute and just let me help you.
Craig smiled. You can’t turn off being a doctor.
Pretend,
the young doctor replied. "I have to make sure the respirocytes are operating and, since this is your first nano-infusion, it’s important that I show you how they work."
I know how they work,
Craig replied. My wife builds them.
She what?
asked the doctor, her routine suddenly interrupted by the interesting tidbit.
My wife works with Professor Gibson. She makes respirocytes, so I already know all about them.
Hmm,
the doctor eventually responded after a barely perceptible moment of disappointment. "Then you know how important the Freitas test is?"
Uh...
The doctor smiled, flirtatiously. Ha! So, you don’t know everything, Smarty Pants! We have to test the respirocytes and activate the pressure tanks to get the oxygen and carbon dioxide flowing, and there’s only one way to do that.
The Freitas test?
That’s right,
the doctor replied triumphantly. And do you know how we administer the Freitas test?
She seemed to be beaming.
No clue.
We get smarty pants like you to hold their breath.
The doctor’s teeth were nearly perfectly white and straight; her smile was gorgeous. Ready?
Craig grinned, acquiescing. Okay. I’m ready.
All right,
she said as she held her small tricorder in front of Craig and watched the screen for information on the progress of the tiny, robotic red blood cells that were now flowing through his veins. Hit it.
Craig inhaled and then began holding his breath.
You didn’t have to inhale,
the doctor observed.
Craig’s eyes darted to her questioningly.
Just let it out nice and slow, but don’t inhale again when you’re finished.
Against all of his instincts, Craig began to let out his breath nice and slowly, just as he had been instructed.
You’re married, huh?
the doctor asked, apparently rhetorically. Craig nodded anyway. That’s a shame. You’re way too handsome to be married. Handsome young doctors like you should be single. Then single doctors like me could marry you instead.
Craig’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the forward come-on, but there was something about the young woman’s demeanor that seemed to make it innocent enough. He took it as a compliment and smiled.
You feel that?
the doctor asked him.
Craig wasn’t sure what she was referring to. His first instinct was that her forwardness was starting to cross a boundary. Just as he was going to speak, ruining the Freitas test for the sake of politely cooling the woman’s jets, she spoke again.
"No shortness of breath. You could keep this up for four hours before you’d need to take another breath. Congratulations. You’re officially a super soldier."
The notion of being a superhuman hadn’t crossed Craig’s mind until that moment. It was surreal. What she said was true: He’d felt no shortage of breath. Like most technological marvels, it was difficult for him to fully grasp it, so he just accepted it with a slightly marveled shake of his head.
So what happens when they run out of air?
he asked.
The respirocytes will...
She smiled again as she thought of the absurd euphemism bubbling to the surface. ...expel themselves.
Ah,
Craig replied.
You can get up now.
Craig sat up as the doctor uploaded her results onto a larger wall screen behind the small bed. Thanks. That was...different.
She smiled. Now you can tell your wife she’s doing good work. The fruits of her labor are breathing for you. When you’re ready, just start breathing again and the respirocytes will shut down.
Craig nodded and smiled sideways. I will.
He turned to leave but turned back quickly on a whim. Hey, what’s your name?
The doctor replied, "Daniella. It was nice to meet you, Dr. Emilson."
2
Craig walked quickly—nearly running—toward his bachelor’s officer barracks as he pulled his phone from his pocket and began dialing the number of his wife’s laboratory. As he crossed the threshold into his room, the phone was already ringing. He slipped the phone into the ultrasonic dock that sat upon a modest wooden table and pulled his hardback chair over so he could sit. He waited eagerly for his wife’s answer. Come on,
he whispered to himself.
Hello?
his wife’s voice finally spoke. His heart soared.
Sam! I was worried there—
I never miss a call when we schedule it, baby, and I never will,
she replied soothingly.
I still couldn’t help worrying.
The irony of Craig’s words weren’t lost on Samantha Emilson. I think I’m the one who’s supposed to be in a constant state of worry.
There’s nothing to worry about,
Craig replied, almost too quickly. How’s your day going?
Samantha wasn’t oblivious to her husband’s clumsy attempt to change the subject, but she decided to let it go for the moment. The feds were here again,
she replied, her aggravation clearly audible. That’s three weeks in a row now.
Did they copy all your files again?
Yeah,
she replied resignedly. Every day they come in here, we spend the whole day being ordered around, showing them the same things we showed them the week before. It’s getting impossible to accomplish anything with them around.
You’re getting things accomplished, all right,
Craig replied.
What makes you say that?
Well, for starters, I’ve got respirocytes in me as we speak.
There was silence on the line for a few moments before Samantha’s holographic image suddenly appeared, her face and shoulders hovering above Craig’s phone in crisp detail, interrupted only occasionally by the interference in the atmosphere. Are you...serious?
she asked, her eyes unblinking.
Craig pressed the red ACCEPT button on his phone so his wife could see him too. He nodded sincerely. I can hold my breath for four hours apparently.
I can’t believe it!
Samantha replied, astonished as she held her hand up over her face. It’s real? They’re really using them in the field?
Well, you knew that already,
Craig said, smiling.
I did, but...well, it’s different when you’re not limited to test subjects anymore—when it’s someone you know. It’s amazing to think they’re really out there.
They are.
I have to tell Aldous,
Samantha suddenly blurted, instantly jarring the smile loose from Craig’s face.
Aldous? Since when are you and old man Gibson on a first-name basis?
Samantha’s attention snapped back onto the eyes of her husband. "I’ve worked in his lab for three years, Craig. I think it’s about time he finally asked me to stop calling him ‘Professor.’"
I don’t like that,
Craig replied. The way he looks at you—
Stop it, Craig. You’re being ridiculous. He’s a sixty-year-old man.
I still don’t like it.
Samantha smiled. You can’t possibly be jealous of a man twice your age, Craig.
Craig’s train of thought changed as he looked into the eyes of his wife, so clear and bright that he felt as though they were right there next to him. In reality, hundreds of miles separated him from Sam, and that distance would be far greater in just a few hours. I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t know what I’m thinking.
I’m sure you have a lot on your mind,
Samantha replied understandingly. Her thoughts quickly moved to speculation, and her voice lowered. Why did they give you respirocytes? Where are you going where you won’t be breathing?
You know I can’t tell you,
Craig replied.
Samantha quickly began putting the equation together in her mind. Wait a second. They’re not sending you into fallout, are they?
Sam—
She could read him like a book. Oh my God! No! Craig, no! Tell them you won’t go!
They don’t exactly ask.
You can’t go! Respirocytes aren’t going to save you in there!
Sammie, baby—
Don’t ‘baby’ me, Craig! I’m not a child!
I know, but sweetheart, listen—
What can you possibly say that will make me okay with you heading into nuclear fallout?
I never said where I’m headed,
Craig began, and I promise that you don’t know the kinds of precautions that are being taken. You and Aldous aren’t the only scientists inventing new tech for this war, you know.
This shouldn’t be happening, Craig,
Samantha replied, her disapproval cemented. We don’t support this war. We don’t support this ridiculous Luddite government. I’m sick of this! You shouldn’t be there.
I’m here to help people, Sammie,
Craig replied. I’m not brilliant like you.
Not brilliant? Craig, you’re a doctor!
Samantha retorted, nearly aghast at her husband’s self-diminishment.
But I don’t have your inventive mind,
Craig continued patiently. I can’t help the world the way you can. I can’t help the whole world with brilliant inventions. I can only hope to use the technology people like you invent to save one soldier at a time. That’s the only way my life can be meaningful—like yours.
This is wrong,
Samantha answered, holding her head in her hands. This was how almost every conversation ended ever since Craig had enlisted. Tears were forming in her eyes as she became further exasperated. Risking your life for a mistake won’t give your life meaning. Competing with me won’t give your life meaning.
Craig was at a loss for a moment. His wife had never openly acknowledged what they both knew: They were in competition with one another. Ever since they’d met in their first year at university, they’d raced against each other toward an invisible finish line, with Samantha always seeming to be the inevitable winner. Now, Craig feared he was racing toward a cliff. This mission is important, Sammie. If it’s successful, this war will be over a lot sooner than the world thinks.
It’s insane,
was all his wife could reply, her eyes still lowered.
Sammie, put the ultrasonic on.
My battery is too low,
she protested.
It doesn’t matter. I have to go now anyway. Just put it on, Sammie.
Okay,
she replied, the earnestness in her husband’s voice compelling her to click the switch on the phone dock.
Immediately, there was a buzz on both ends of the conversation