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Processing… in that hypothetical scenario, the Megara Council, popularly known as “Megarans”, or “megas”, is comprised of a small group of extremely wealthy individuals concentrated in technology, transnational crime syndicates, and autocratic government leaders, primarily of small resource rich countries or territories. Named after the oligarchs of the ancient Greek city of Megara, their philosophy is a self-indulgent oversimplification of the complex historical relationship between democracy and oligarchy in Greek city states, which…
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“Dr. Cole, these results are unsatisfactory. Your patrons grow impatient.”
Dr. Steven Cole suppressed an impatient scowl, even though he triple-checked that this was an audio only communication.
“I disagree. The latest trials demonstrate new behaviors and capabilities that…”
“Your opinions are irrelevant. The other facilities are still unable to replicate what you’ve achieved so far. There are concerns that you are withholding important details about the procedures you’ve developed. The genomic AIs concur.”
God damn Abrams, Cole thought.
“You have access to our systems. You can see…”
“We cannot. As discussed previously, there are areas we still cannot access, particularly regarding the source material. There are discrepancies within the specific gorilla genome data you’ve provided that do not align with the strains the other facilities are using. We need more details about the sourcing of that material.”
“Of course. I will consult with Dr. Abrams and resend what we have. I will also check on the system issues you are having.”
There was an ominous pause of silence.
“There are time pressures, Dr. Cole. Future support is dependent on tangible progress. That is lacking. See to it. The representatives next week will need full access.”
The encrypted connection to his shadowy sponsors terminated abruptly.
Cole heaved a weary sigh and turned away from his devices to look out the window. Enduring the pretentious arrogance of the multibillionaires of the Megara Council and their libertarian oligarch fantasies were part of the price he paid for access to their wealth and influence.
Finally, he had results validating the work of the last two decades, recovering from the interregnum in the health sciences caused by the chaos of the twenties, and these fools could not see the significance.
The morning sun illuminated the foothills of the Lemhi Range looming over the dark green area of the Big Lost River Sinks in the middle distance. He savored the austere beauty. If only the building were taller. He deserved a less obstructed view of the beautiful Idaho landscape his office faced, away from the rest of the laboratory complex.
So much risk! Placating the hidden sources of support while allaying the suspicions of their federal and military partners took too much time away from the actual work. Abrams at least was useful addressing that challenge.
That was what made it so worthwhile, so enticing, so intoxicating, daring to fly close to the sun. Project Icarus was an evocative enough name, but vague enough not to arouse suspicions. That name was Abrams’ idea, and Cole had to admit that his colleague had hit the mark.
The security restrictions preventing him from publishing results served a dual purpose concealing the full scope of their activities. Publication, and the well-deserved recognition of their achievements would come in time. The data was testament enough, his theories realized finally, vindicating decades of toil and the derision of his peers. They wouldn’t be laughing much longer.
He turned at a noise and was startled by the presence of Dr. Bruno Abrams standing in front of the desk. Concealing his surprise, Cole gestured to the reports.
“You’ve read them?”
Abrams nodded.
“So you think the situation is contained?” Another nod. Cole frowned and gestured for him to continue. Abrams cleared his throat and put his hands behind his back at parade rest.
“The body was badly mangled by the cannon fire from the drones. The operators went a little overboard with their use of force. In retrospect, a thorough autopsy should have been performed before cremation. Clearly the fragment was overlooked.”
“Was the perimeter breached?”
Abrams shook his head and continued.
“The first detection was inside the fence line. There is a time gap between the escape and detection, but it seems unlikely…”
“Just unlikely? We have to be sure.”
Abrams nodded. Cole continued.
“Where do you think CX23 was headed? Why there?” Abrams shrugged and looked away.
“Caesar was showing signs of instability. I think we may be approaching the limits of their stress tolerance.”
“CX23,” Cole corrected. Abrams paused at the interruption.
“CX23.”
“Any discipline problems with the rest?”
Abrams shook his head.
“They suspect we are concealing something. They now know he did not survive, and there was some unrest regarding the disposal of his remains, which was not anticipated, but that seems to have settled down. The mortality during training and testing is high enough that Caesar’s…. CX23’s demise was not a significant detriment to the performance of the rest of the group. Looking back at his recent testing, the rapid onset dementia of the Bravo series appears to have started, probably contributing to the erratic behaviors. The D series subjects seem unaffected, and the E’s are completely oblivious. Obviously, security has been increased and stricter penalties imposed. The subjects understand the stakes.”
“What of the remaining C’s?”
“We’re watching them closely.”
“We have to be ready to answer all the questions about this. The OIG inspectors and the Mega representatives will be here next week. There are concerns about our security protocols and the pace of progress.”
Abrams nodded. Cole continued.
“I think I have the robotics people convinced to take credit and deflect awkward questions. They were able to locate and neutralize him, which is their part of this project.” Cole looked down and paged through the report, stopped at a paragraph about the new behaviors observed during recent training runs.
“What are they up to, Bruno?”
“In what regard?”
“The fire. The rocks. The damage to some of the drones.”
Abrams took a deep breath.
“I’m not completely sure. I’m still reviewing the output from last night.”
Cole tapped his keyboard and gestured to the wall screen. A bank of surveillance video feeds appeared from around the compound. Two infrared views showed the glowing profiles of the subjects circled around the fire.
“I’ve reviewed these,” Abrams observed.
“Can you see how the machines missed them? Or are the robotics people deliberately ignoring one group to focus on the pursuit of the others?”
“I can’t tell. I’m studying the sequence when the subjects first gave the slip. That’s not something we taught them.”
“And what’s this?” The image showed the tattered remnants of an animal carcass on a flat rock. Abrams recognized it.
“They’re hunting?”
“This doesn’t have something to do with their little religious mania, does it? An offering of some kind?”
Abrams raised his eyebrows, then nodded.
“It’s possible. Their rituals are powerful motivators.”
“And the fire?”
“I will discuss it with the trainers. Given their fixations, it’s not surprising that they’ve made the effort to produce it themselves. It’s not that hard with the materials at hand, but we haven’t emphasized it in training. They appear to be improvising. That’s one of our goals, but …”
“So they still have no tools or weapons?”
Abrams shook his head emphatically.
“Not that we’ve given them. We’re not ready for that. I understand your interest and sense of urgency. I agree that, properly equipped, they will do well against autonomous systems. But weapons will create entirely new control challenges. Escape, evasion, and survival against the machines still must be the first priority. Offensive training and tactics will come later.”
“And what of the damaged equipment?”
Abrams hesitated.
“I don’t have an explanation. We will continue focusing on the evasion tactics until we’re confident the current systems have been mastered.”
Cole scowled.
“That’s the problem, Bruno, the people from Robotics see this data as well. Every trial results in an upgrade of their software, their algorithms, their sensors. This is a race, and our continued funding depends on demonstrating that the biological combat systems are superior to the machines. I’m under quite a bit of pressure.”
“We’ve demonstrated parity in most of the recent trials….”
Cole stood abruptly.
“Parity isn’t good enough! They must be clearly superior! You know the stakes, the challenges with this program, the approvals, the exceptions. If we can’t show clear superiority to the machines, the auditors will shut us down. And we need to make that case again next week.”
“When?”
“Monday. We’ve got to have answers by then. One other thing: the dog handlers report that the tracking teams seem more distracted, are harder to control. Any ideas?”
Abrams made a show of studying the screens.
“No, no idea. I’ll get back to you about this shortly,” Abrams said, gesturing to the still image of the carcass on the rock. He turned back to Cole. “And the fragment? Any progress retrieving it from the farmer?”
“Jorgenson is working on that. I haven’t heard any updates. Why?”
“The subjects want something for performing their rituals to mark Caesar’s death. These are the belief systems that motivate their performance. A piece of the body is an important part of the ritual. Providing the fragment will go a long way toward maintaining cooperation and control.”
Cole stared at him with a blank expression. “Very well, let me see where things are with Jorgenson.”
Abrams waited for more, then Cole recovered and continued. “I received an inquiry from one of our sponsors about the gorilla source material and their inability to access parts of our system to evaluate the raw data.”
Abrams froze. Cole frowned, waiting for him to respond.
“I sent that already. The system security hasn’t changed. Do want me to resend?”
Cole stared at him, then dismissed him without responding. He turned back to the video feeds as Abrams exited.
After a few moments he summoned Kevin Jorgenson, Director of Security. Jorgenson appeared at the door and pulled it closed as he entered. “The demonstrations at the gates – no problems?” Cole asked.
“Under control. Every few days we take another small group on a tour, show them the kennels, a few of the labs. They want to see more, but we keep them distracted. So far, no significant interference.”
Cole nodded and shuffled through paperwork. Jorgenson’s silence only added to the vague menace Cole found unnerving. Despite the large sums of money directed to the unpleasant tasks Jorgenson discreetly performed, Cole was never really sure a person like Jorgenson was every really under control.
“Do your staff have access to the internal data security systems?”
Jorgenson shook his head. “That’s not part of our scope. Do want to add that? We’d need additional resources.”
“Perhaps. I need to assess how Dr. Abrams has configured the access controls.”
Jorgenson nodded.
“And the other matter? No issues?” Cole asked without looking up.
“None. We’re monitoring local law enforcement. So far, it’s quiet.”
“No other problems?” Cole continued.
Jorgenson shook his head. “Exactly as planned.”
“And the fragment?”
“Destroyed.”
“How? Never mind. But you’re sure?”
“It never existed. No one believed him, anyway. Now it’s gone, irretrievably.”
“Thank you. You’ll receive the supplement through the usual channel.”
Jorgenson nodded then left without dismissal. Cole kneaded his hands then took a deep breath, relieved to be rid of him.
Robert Wack 