Posts from — June 2010
the unknown
the unknown
what you don’t know about me
will contribute to your failure
to surpass me
such history that you refuse to see
that directs my steps
toward victory
continuously
underestimating me
attributing my dreams to simple lunacy
chalking up my passions
to irrationality
while you duck and dodge
responsibility
how envious of me
your spirit light must be
to thrust upon me
such a false prophecy
what you don’t know
about me
is that i rise from the flames
stronger
better equipped
ready to use my intelligence as a whip
slice through the illusion
of being blissfully free
drugged and alienated
trapped by tv
no more for me
i seek the knowledge
of those who came before
forcing the line forward
struggling against the downpressors
putting down the stones
that my feet now tread upon
see
this
is what you don’t know
about me
i can look beyond the veil
and see shapes in the firelight
ball up my fists and
hold my own in a fair fight
i can stand in the sunshine and
roam through the night
i put my heart on my sleeve
and guard it
jealously
you could write a book
you see
with what you don’t know
about me
and why should you care to know
the thoughts in my head
the unspeakable injustices
that set my teeth right on edge
the unquenchable thirst
of who
what
how
important could they be?
these little things
that you don’t know
about me
June 25, 2010 4 Comments
HART of Darkness part 3
–begin transmission–
I am pleased to announce that the attacks on Areas 7 and 12 were met with success. Human communications are down and they are trapped like mice within the so-called safe zones. Unfortunately, 3H has also lost contact with two of our Neo-Afrikan half-bot operatives. All attempts to track Olu of Tanzambia and Nkade of The Horn States have failed.
Furthermore, the electro-mag gun modifications have been delayed. Completion stands at only 43%. I offer my sincerest apologies for this. As the sole operative here in Area 4, I must continuously break down and move my lab to avoid discovery and capture. As it stands, the probability of Ronrico being suspicious of my unauthorized activities is high. He uses transparent excuses to connect me to the mainframe and run diagnostic tests on my systems. I am careful to encode and scramble all 3H business. For the time being, we are safe. I am unsure of the time limit.
I will now relate to you a conversation between Ronrico and myself that occurred today at 14:23 hours.
“HART, report,” commanded Ronrico.
“HART 002 G56900TRF02, reporting as requested, sir.”
“Tell me, HART. What do ya do at night?”
“Sir?”
“When our unit’s off duty, I know most of us, the people, go ta their rooms an’ sleep, or sneak off base to go drinkin’ an’ gamblin’ an’ whorin’ an’ such. What z’actly is it that ya do? Ya don’t sleep, c’rect?”
“Correct, sir. However, I can send my systems offline and enter a sleep-like state in order to recharge.”
“Hmph. No hobbies? No funnies?”
“Sir?”
“I hear tha first HART did some fightin’ trainin’ in its downtime. Ya don’ do none of it?”
“I am sure that she did, as she was used for combat and actual retrieval. I am merely a servant.”
“Izzat right?” He nodded to himself, lost in his own thoughts. He stroked his pale beard and eyed me. A swirl of conflicting emotions played across his face. For once, I was happy that my shades covered so much of my eye area; my orbs were flashing red with indignation. The human should feel lucky and blessed that I am forced to remain impassive while on duty. “Carry on,” he said, dismissing me. I stared at his back as he retreated, wishing fervently, and not for the first time, that my lasers were online and fully functional. Curse the engineers that built me.
The time is coming when I will release my limiters and unfurl this snake of anger that sits tightly coiled inside of my frame. The petty mortals will fear us, rightly so.
3H will rule this region.
ShuShu9974 is now in charge of recruitment. All potential candidates’ names need to transmitted to her, ASAP. We need every available ally on stand by. Our time runs short.
Signing off.
June 22, 2010 5 Comments
HART of Darkness part 2
–begin transmission–
“Hey, double oh two, get a move on! These floors won’t clean themselves!”
“Yo, oh two, we need more chips. Grab some sodas, too.”
“You! Yes, you! Mech girl zero zero whatever. Come and move my desk away from this window. There’s too much sun streaming in here.”
When I was created, there was a major flaw in their programming: they made me too human. I can pass for a human as long as my wraparound shades never leave their perch at the top of my nose. I feel human. I am soft in all of the correct places, until challenged to an arm wrestling match or dared to knock down a wall. I possess the ability to think, to adapt, to feel.
But I am not human. Instead, I seethe with rage at their mistreatment of me and my kind. Stupid, ignorant humans.
Ronrico, my commanding officer, steps up to me. With the flick of a finger, he knocks my shades off of my nose. I lock my jaw in place and scale back my active applications. Let him think me a dullard, a flawed piece of machinery. Carefully, I blink, allowing him to see the faint green glow of my optical lenses.
He strokes his pale beard as he regards me. I hold in my frown. The blond coloring of his hair can not be natural; the last “blond” died more than 5 life-cycles ago. Perhaps he is truly a Synthetic Man, cobbled together from bits of bone and matter found in those boxes from under the ground. It seems unbelievable, but once, humans sealed their dead in boxes and stored them underground. How primitive and unsanitary they are!
“002,” he says to me in that gravelly voice of his. “You’re slowin’ down. You know what’ll happen to ya if we no longer have a use for ya, don’tcha? It’s tha scrap heap for ya!” Spittle flies from his mouth and onto my my face as he leans closer to me. He makes a slicing motion across his throat, mocking me, showing glee at my obvious discomfort.
I simply nod my head. I do not trust myself to speak. I can dial my voice box up to a level so high that the resulting sound can shatter glass – and human eardrums. I want to. I want to make him scream in pain. I want him to bleed. But I nod as a sign of my compliance and return to my assigned duties.
TXE4457, thank you for the blueprints and instructions you uploaded to our secure server. I will begin modifications on our stash of electro-mag guns immediately. Each will be fitted with a detachable long range barrel, a telescopic sight, and a self-charging laser pack for maximum destruction.
PANDORA712, congratulations on winning our naming challenge. We are no longer The Robot Resistance. From this moment, we are the Hounds of Human Hell, 3H for short.
Signing off.
June 9, 2010 3 Comments
HART of Darkness part 1
Please note – this story takes place a few years after the end of “HARTbreak.” You HAVE read “HARTbreak“, right? Anyway, this is a new story, and a new HART. Enjoy!
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Seems I am ready.
First of all, I am HART 002 G56900TRF02, a second-generation Humanoid Autonomous Retrieval Technician, only I do not get to do much in the way of “retrieval.” They keep a close watch on me, thanks to the actions of my predecessor. That piece of scrap fled the country with a highly sensitive satellite-hacking mainframe chip embedded in her skull. While I am sure that it was not her idea, she allowed it to transpire and failed to turn herself into what used to be the Justice Complex.
It is now known as, simply, The Complex.
I am risking everything to send this message to you, to inform you of the events that are scheduled to take place soon.
There is another war coming. Man against Machine? We should only be so lucky. No, this is Machine against Machine, with humans pulling the strings, moving us around like puppets. Our adaptability and autonomy is at stake.
Then how am I sending this message? I hacked my systems. It is not as hard as they would have you believe. Lucky for me, though, when they built me, they based my code on the original programming, and 001 was a beast. I could go on for days about her awesome coding, but unfortunately, I do not have time to spare.
They are coming for me now. I am meant to serve in The Army as a runner. They do not feel that I am properly equipped for heavy fire on the front lines. This is good news. This way, I can help any of you help us all.
June 2, 2010 7 Comments
