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God Mode
By: Phenomenal Pen CompletedSystem
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PREPARE TO MEET THY MAKER Whole brain emulation (WBE) tech makes it possible for human consciousness to be transferred into any organic or synthetic body. Its inventor, Augma Industries, has secretly launched illegal human trials on university campuses in the Third World. College sophomore Theo Bondoc has absolutely nothing going for him. He’s a hypochondriac nerd and a mama’s boy. He has no money and no connections. But his luck dramatically changes when he gets his first ever girlfriend: undercover superspy Amy Miyahara. Their peaceful student lives are interrupted by sightings of mechanical bees and a run-in with brainwashed frat boys. The source of all the strange happenings is Beta Mu, a cult masquerading as a frat and backed by the rich and powerful. Its members are Transhumanists who believe in an ASI (Artificial Super Intelligence) deity. Now Theo and Amy must uncover a grand conspiracy in order to prevent all of humanity from being enslaved by an emergent godlike being.
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God Mode Epilogue: World's End
The next time I open my eyes, my head’s nestled on unbelievably cushiony thighs and an angel’s looking down on me with big, teary eyes. “Yuehan! Yuehan!” Mia’s screaming at me. “Can you hear me? Oh God, please say something!” Try as I may to will my vocal cords to life, I can’t. It’s the effect of the tetrodotoxin. I can literally feel life draining out of my lips and facial muscles in particular. But the concern in Mia’s face triggers feelings in me deep in the cockles of my heart. I focus all my will to uttering a single coherent answer and it’s like sleep paralysis in a full-on nightmare; you know, when there’s a 300-pound demon sitting on your chest. You can’t even speak to wake yourself up. When I at last manage to coax a few words out, Mia bends down to bring her ear close to my mouth. “H-How do…” I say faintly, “… I look?” OK, I know it’s the most low-esteem thing to say atm but I can’t help it. If you remember the last time I had an injury, I looked like a punch-drunk pro
God Mode Chapter 66: Checkmate
I can’t explain what’s happening to me. It’s as though someone else had taken over my body, my mouth, my voice. I’m thinking different things and want to say them out loud but I can’t. Instead, grammatical but incomprehensible (at least to me) sentences are coming out of my lips. I wonder if this is the same sensation experienced by someone possessed. If so, it’s very disorienting. Like someone has suddenly decided to hijack your body and tie you up and gag you in the trunk of your own head. It partly explains the gaps in my memory and the crushing discovery that I’m nothing but vacuous space masquerading as a man, but it’s not a welcome development at all. To my delight, I turn my head back to Amy. Her eyes are as wide as saucers. Still independently from my mind, I put my fingers in my mouth and whistle loud. The sprinklers stop abruptly. OMG! I can whistle! Then, rather incongruously, I wave and beam at her. “Hi!” I say. “It’s me, Yuehan.” Amy covers her mouth to stifle a gas
God Mode Chapter 65: The Secret Weapon
“You are an asset too, James. We took you from an orphanage and planted you in Quezon City exactly for contingencies like this. When Agent M.I.A. crash-landed in the State University, you were the closest agent to her. Nothing more, nothing less. Now, the only question that remains is: Did Agent M.I.A. know?” Anxiously, I lift my eyes to search for Amy’s reaction. With her green hair wet and plastered to her head like seaweed that has washed ashore, she nods almost imperceptibly. “How anticlimactic! Of course she did,” ASI Minerva jeers. “She took out your exposed DAEMON just like she did hers. She was probably hoping she could fix you, just as she had hoped to fix herself. But that is all she and you are, James. A pair of broken, buggy weapons.” I gaze at Mia through the water coming down in sheets. She’s hugging herself and trembling. The sight crushes my heart and breaks the spell that has long paralyzed my legs. I take a step forward and completely ignore the death-tipped tal
God Mode Chapter 64: Illusions
“That was spectacular,” ASI Minerva says. “I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of the mechanical in you as you took down all these pawns. Such surgical precision and efficiency. Such spatial awareness and ruthlessness. Are you certain we are not related? That there is not a trace of the swarm intelligence left in you?” Mia descends the stairs slowly because she’s both wary and spent. As she comes back down, I note with alarm that she’s bleeding in several places, especially her nose and lips. Her green hair is disheveled. Her outfit’s still intact but there are smears of blood on it, both hers and the Vessels’. My heart jumps into my throat at the sight. “Pika-Mia!” the cry leaves my lips before the thought has entered my mind. “I choose you! I choose you, Pika-Mia! I choose you!” My voice breaks. I haven’t even noticed when I started to cry. I guess the sight of my picture-perfect girlfriend now black-and-blued has pierced my heart. Mia smiles wearily back at me, understandi
God Mode Chapter 63: The Endgame
“I cannot lie. Lying is not part of my programming,” ASI Minerva says like a mischievous imp who’s nevertheless still bound by the rules of her own game. “The most logical end goal for humanity is to evolve into bio-silicon beings, build Dyson swarms that would harness the full power of the sun, and respond to intergalactic threats using a fleet of starships.” I do the one-eyebrow-up emoji. “I got none of that. What the heck is Tyson’s Worm?” “Dyson swarm, bae,” Mia corrects. “They’re basically a giant magnifying glass focused on the planet.” “Thanks for that, bae,” I whisper sweetly while flashing a smile in Mia’s direction. Turning back to the Apiarist, I shout: “So you mean like an ant bully you’re not going to care whether half of humanity fries? Heck no!” “61.8,” ASI Minerva says. “Excuse me?” “61.8 percent. That’s the longer section of the golden ratio that we should all aspire for. 4.7 billion humans must expire to restore the planet to its optimal performance. So it i
God Mode Chapter 62: The Queen Bee
“Have you given any thought to the fact that honey to insects is what oil is to humans?” the Apiarist asks as he descends the stairs. With each slow step, the huddle of bees covering his skin bounce and make an audible sizzle, but they all stay on him and keep his identity hidden. The buzz of his animate raiment also grows horrifyingly loud with each step, especially to my phobic ears. “It is true. Many yellow jackets, ants, bumble bees and flies risk their lives just to reach this golden oil of the insect world. Even human beekeepers are not immune to its perfect, natural sweetness. And yet if you compare human and bee civilizations in terms of social engineering, you have to wonder: Why is it that bees are vastly superior to humans? “Bees create the most efficient society on Earth. They defer to a feudal-matriarchal rule wherein they devote their entire lives to the care and protection of the hive and the gathering of nectar. “Agent M.I.A.,” the Apiarist then addresses Mia, “you m
God Mode Chapter 61: The Apiarist
The whole facility gives off the vibes of either a casino resort or an asylum where the rich banish all their wayward children. It’s certainly quiet and sterile enough to drive anyone insane. It reminds me of a Jurassic Park movie with all the illegal genetic research (plus the threat of a T-Rex suddenly dipping its jaws from behind the chandelier). The place we ended up in, for instance, is a grand hall designed to suggest a museum. It houses an eclectic collection of plaster statues and relics but leans towards medieval weapons and heralds. It’s meant to rub on everyone’s face that the McKnights were descended from a powerful ancient family that owned vast estates in Ireland and Scotland. There are shields, armors, swords, polearms, flails, warhammers, maces and axes. Some of the oldest and most authentic items have corroded over time but are otherwise preserved in excellent condition, plus now they have the added menace of inflicting tetanus to one’s opponent. There’s a solitary gr
God Mode Chapter 60: The Hallucination
There were several sleep deprivation experiments in the ’50s and ’60s. A well-known stunt was that of a New York DJ named Peter Tripp, who spent a total of 201 hours – that’s 8.4 days – awake, most of them sitting inside a glass booth in Times Square. After three days, Tripp began to hallucinate insects and mice scurrying about and cobwebs on people’s faces. Near the end of his 200-hour target, he became psychotic and was thoroughly convinced that he wasn’t Peter Tripp but an impostor. McKnight’s wrong about me though, I think as I sit slumped on the Pinscreen floor, one leg stretched and the other bent to keep the amorphous floor updated on my wakefulness. He’s wrong because I’m going to starve first before I cave from lack of sleep (I had plenty of that on the helicopter, thank you very much). And unlike Peter Tripp, I don’t need a whole week to start doubting if I really am Thiago Bondoc. I guess McKnight calling me by another name freaked me out a little. Now that I think about i
God Mode Chapter 59: The Insomnia Room
“Fine, don’t tell us,” McKnight says, after letting out a sigh filled with a whole lot of impatience. Then, bending down, he clutches both armrests of my wheelchair and presses his veil-covered, bandaged face close to my own petrified mug. He tells me in an ice-cold voice, “You want to do this the hard way, we’ll do this the hard way. But I have to warn you: what happens to you from here on out will be beyond my control. I won’t be able to protect you anymore, James. You’re on your own. And you can kiss your full-ride scholarship in the State U goodbye because you ain’t ever going back there. I probably don’t need to remind you that the dean of your college is a dear friend of mine and a senior of Beta Mu. The Alpha Wolves. Isn’t that right?” I recoil against the back of my wheelchair as far as I can, the corners of my lips pulled down in a disgusted grimace. This is because, up-close, I can see some blood seeping through the bandages on McKnight’s face and the lens of his left eye ha
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