“I’m working on a weird theory,” Tim announced to the chat room.
He had their attention now.
It was eleven o’clock at night; the perfect time for conspiracies. Tim skimmed through the list of chat room participants in the top right of his visual field until he was satisfied that only regulars were plugged in.
He nudged the room into invite-only mode and turned to face the three other avatars floating in space. Yes: actual outer space. A replica Earth hung below them, the moon floating gently overhead. Tim remained standing on the space station, preferring the illusion of ground beneath his feet. Cyberspace was confusing enough without zero gravity thrown in.
“Next time I pick a room theme,” he said sourly to Steve, the only one who’d bothered to create a spacesuit for his avatar. Imagine the Incredible Hulk in a spacesuit: not pretty.
Judging by Steve’s scowl, that thought-strand had escaped him. As soon as Tim got back to meatspace, he needed to upgrade his implants… as long as his theory was wrong, that is.
“Your theory?” Steve grunted.
“Ah. Yes. I’ve a question for you all: when you press your bellybutton, does it kind of tingle, like there’s a nerve there?” Tim’s index finger tapped against his stomach in demonstration. “Because mine does.”
“Yeah!” Sarah chimed in. “That tingle drives me nuts when I get an itch there!” Her avatar for the evening was a mottled puppy with large, dark eyes. She doggy-paddled through space, brown-tipped tail wagging. Hearing a human voice emanate from non-human jaws never failed to disconcert.
Tim was a traditionalist: he stuck to normal humanoid male avatars, just dissimilar enough from his actual appearance to protect his identity.
“No,” Steve said. He poked his bellybutton with progressively more force. “Now it tingles, though.”
“I’m not sure that counts.” Tim shook his head, the ball of nerves in his stomach hardening. “So if it’s not a gender discrepancy… Michelle? What about you?”
Michelle’s eyes were cold and flat, her translucent skin glittering in the starlight. She slid up the hem of her silk t-shirt high enough to expose her stomach. “I don’t have a bellybutton.”
“I meant in meatspace–”
“Why are you wasting our time with this?” Michelle cut in.
“Because if it’s not a gender difference, then what is it? What if the government is implanting nanobots in our stomachs to track us? Both Sarah and I have recently had new implant surgeries. They could easily have taken advantage of our unconscious state to plant a bug.”
Steve deleted his spacesuit so he could move in closer. “Have you run diagnostics in meatspace?”
“Yes,” Tim said. “Nothing.”
Sarah’s tail had dropped between her legs, her ears pulled back. “If the government finds out about my P2P history I’m doomed.”
“We all are,” Steve said. He placed a hand on Tim’s shoulder, requesting access. Tim strengthened the firewall around his personal memories, then let him in.
Michelle floated closer, her skirt billowing behind her. “What are you doing?”
“If there are really nanobots in Tim’s stomach, they will have incorporated themselves into every version of himself, including his avatar. We can run more thorough diagnostics here, identify any foreign presences unconnected to his mind.”
Was it Tim’s imagination, or had his bellybutton begun to tingle again?
Sarah trotted over. “Michelle, do me! Come on.”
Michelle placed a hand on Sarah’s back, but her eyes never left Steve.
“There’s something there, alright,” Steve said, eyes flicking back and forth as he read his displays. “A low frequency emission coming from your navel. I’m trying to track its destination; it can’t be going far…”
Steve’s hand tightened painfully around Tim’s shoulder. His other hand wrapped around Michelle’s throat in the blink of an eye. “You!” he snarled, before diving into her mind.
The connection between Tim and Steve was still open. Tim felt the impact of slamming into Michelle’s firewall, followed Steve through the cracks into the person beneath.
Except… Michelle wasn’t a person.
The thin layer of her personality was a shield covering a hive mind. An artificial mind.
The message was broadcast on every available frequency, sending Tim and Steve reeling. The chat room melted into darkness, and all of a sudden Tim realised he was alone.
Not even an echo.
He blinked and tried to remove his goggles, then realised he had no hands, no face.
If Tim had had a mouth, he would have screamed.
* * *
Somewhere in meatspace, Tim’s body is being unplugged, the nanobots removed. His body they will destroy. His consciousness, however…
The nanobots have enough data to recreate a virtual likeness. His consciousness will be the thin shield covering the hive mind beneath.
(Inspired by this. Thanks Tim!)
interesting ideas in this. Particuarly liked the line ” Tim strengthened the firewall around his personal memories”
Cheers Marc. Wouldn’t want to get your memories hacked after all!
Makes me think of “The Matrix”, and all those theories of “Well, how would we know?”
Just now, I’m not sure either, so I guess I’ll just enjoy the story, and carry on pretending that we are actually in control. :)
Haha, I’ll join you in pretending that… Unless I’m really a robot in disguise!!
It’s scary to imagine that some people really believe in these conspiracy theories. Excellent imagination well delivered A.M.!
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Makes me think of Second Life or, as Steve mentioned, The Matrix. Hives never evoke happy thoughts for me.
Hives sometime make me think of happy things – as I love honey!
I am still waiting for my cyberpunk reality where we can plug directly into the computer and live out second lives in virtual space. How very Borg to have a hive mind that assimilates the fleshies.
Have you read Accelerando by Charles Stross? You can download it for free. It’s a futuristic sci fi all about this kind of stuff…. I’m struggling through it because it’s very information heavy but the concepts are interesting!
I picked up his hugo nominated book recently but haven’t read any of it yet, nor any of his other work. I’ll look for this one.
Oh that was chilling!
Thanks – I think ;-)