“I’m telling you bro! Shit’s gonna go down!” Peter frantically
exclaimed.
“There is no way I am gonna survive through that shit.” Carl
replied.
A rusty robotic voice interrupted the conversation: “Attention
organic members of C6412, we are now conducting DNA scannings for your
convenience!”
“Come on we’re up.” Peter smacked Carl in the arm as they hustled
through a mob of humans, cyborgs and mutants confusedly trying to find their
way around.
Peter and Carl were at threshold 42069, the only threshold allowing
them to enter the group C6412; it was a risk that involved giving up a lot of
information. The two friends were okay with this, they were fed up. Ever since
the government had control of most human information the notion of losing an
organic piece of one’s self did not matter anymore, it was about survival more
than anything.
Peter and Carl made it to the portal, it was massive; a wall and a
gate composed of energy. It had monolithic features yet it felt light and welcoming.
Three large cyborgs stood at the gate, they stood still and calm, staring at
the crowd, concentrating on details. One of them was holding what appeared to
be a rectangular device no larger than your average grimy bible at a roach
motel three thousand years ago. They glided the device in front of Peter’s
face, then on Carl’s. The cyborg asked them: “Where does the buck stop?”
Carl quickly replied: “The buck never stops!”
The cyborg gestured them to walk as two large openings “dissolved”
momentarily to let them inside. They
disappeared as the gate regained its original form.
Three thousand years ago there was a war. It wasn’t a physical war,
it was an information war. Humans were enamored with information technology, it
was heavily relied on, and the tipping point came when people could no longer
control the impact of information on human psyche. Anonymity not only helped in
obscuring identities but it instigated individuals to peruse their deepest
darkest desires. It wasn’t enough to seek these gratifications “online”.
Pleasure, wealth, entertainment, destruction etc. moved away from the virtual
world into another world. Not quite physical, not quite virtual, somewhere in
between, a liminal space of entropy where hybrid mutations dwell. A social
duality where there is a constant struggle.
The outcome of years of this war were changes in evolution. Not only
in the natural world but in the built world as well. The grandiose city became
monuments of unhealthy density, promoting incurable diseases in its population,
leading to years of mutations. Human mutations did not take long to spread
globally; sick mutants remained in the dense world, adapting, evolving, and
getting stronger. The human population who remained somewhat “untouched” were
the farmers, villagers, and the people from the fringes. The same could be said
for architecture. Architecture mutations were inevitable, except for the
architecture of the fringes, slowly maintaining.
“C6406 was so much better, too bad those fuckers shut it down.” Anna
said while lighting up a cigarette. “Where were you guys before coming here?” She
asked.
“We were at ‘Ducks and Decorated Sheds’ getting some vintage
goodies.” Peter said smiling.
“That’s so fucking ugly and ordinary!” Anna said in a disgusted
tone.
“Don’t knock it till you try it.” Peter barked back.
“Oh I’ve tried it alright, hated it!” Anna was agitated.
“What’s your problem? Why you gotta be so stuck up?” Peter said in
an obvious pissed off tone.
“Listen, I am not stuck up, I am a realist. I actually got a few
books from ‘Ducks and Decorated Sheds’. You know those things that you only
heard of in some group of old farts trying to reminiscence about a time that
never was. Well those little antiquated devices have primitive information
written in them. Some of them talk about an idea of a utopia, everyone getting
along with each other. It is the biggest load of shit I have ever heard in my
life, it is ugly and unrealistic.” Anna rambled on.
“You must be fun at parties.” Carl said smirking.
Anna was a product of her environment. Ever since the end of the
war, sickness, mutations and the domination by cyborgs, the world was
segregated. Most humans only dealt with other humans, mutants with mutants and
cyborgs with cyborgs; at least in the main domains. Peter, Carl and Anna like
to hang out in the underground; the underbelly of this new controlled
civilization. The organization of this new world is similar to the Internet of
three thousand years ago. The debris of flamboyant architectural explorations
now just serves as a host for different environments dispersed through the
landscape of the once spurious Beijing. Energy thresholds connect passages to
different worlds clinging to ruins of starchitecture like parasites. Each world
or “pocket” is a different experience that tests one’s senses and status in the
evolutionary spectrum.
Like the archaic cyberspace, these environments have different
degrees of accessibility. Three thousand years ago one had to click yes to the
“terms of service” agreement in order to enter certain cyber spaces. This
technology transcended into the Meta physical environment that highly evolved
species now occupy.
It all started with the typology of the Plaza. The allure of comfort
and commodities disguised as technological advances kept pushing people to give
up more information in order to “simplify” their lives. The Plaza, was one of
the last free public physical spaces, it became evident to the people in
control that it needed to be “managed”. Tiananmen Square was the first example
of SPSD or Selective Public Space Discipline. Eventually every public space
required an analysis, an eye scan, a DNA sample, voice recognition etc. For
hundreds of years it became the normal conditions of the population. Until
someone figured out how to hack the system.
“So what the fuck is this new group about?” Anna asked her two
friends.
“Do you even wanna be here?” Peter said.
“I do but it just seems that one group goes down and another one
pops up with a bigger promise of liberation just to get shut down again, it
really is discouraging.”
“Well I understand your disappointment but the only way to survive
is to keep on trying until we figure it out. I heard a mutant is running this
group and it sounds promising.”
“A fucking mutant!” Anna screamed. In the space full of mutants and
cyborgs with almost no humans on sight.
“Shut the fuck up.” Peter whispered. “Are you trying to get us
killed or are you just that stupid?”
“I’m sorry.” Anna embarrassingly apologized.
Petohmi is his name. Mutant revolutionary, he had a history as a
problem solver, most mutants were brute and incoherent, and years of sickness
had destroyed their brain’s capabilities of rationality. Mutants were
physically strong but intellectually weak. Petohmi was part of a new breed of
mutants who had escaped the disease infected nodes of the super cities. These
mutants rapidly developed ingenuity in the fringes. It became clear to them
that there was a problem of oppression in the organized system of government
controlling all the population of The New Republic of Asia.
Most humans had only heard anecdotes of mutants like Petohmi but
rarely had a human come to contact with one of them. Peter, Carl and Anna
joined the now growing gathering of followers who stood in front of what
appeared to be a moving tree, a large organic body attached to a base of
energy. The crowd fell silent. There was a flash in the vast space, the tree
like object slowly transformed into a large humanoid figure.
“Fellow citizens of the world, a wise man once said: ‘The revolution
is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.” Petohmi enthusiastically
addressed the crowd.
The crowd went up in roar.