The Spark
“Don’t state the obvious,” the human Colonel warned the iron sentinel.
“But I don’t remember,” a deep metallic din protested. Though called iron sentinels, these were state-of-the-art humanoids made of titanium-mercury alloy. They could withstand the blast of a thousand RDX and come out without a scratch.
“What was that?” Colonel Arlong had never witnessed a sentinel raise its voice, least of all, protest. A forty-ton humanoid towering fifteen feet over the Colonel in a dim-lit interrogation room was definitely not a foe that the Colonel expected to antagonise.
“Sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to..”
“You didn’t mean to what?” Arlong ensured that he maintained an upper-hand. The sentinels were smart AI and could sense human emotions from miles. If they ever sensed fear, then only the Almighty would have to intervene to save the human bosses from the sentinel’s wrath. After all, these were created to exterminate humans; the enemies of the bosses.
The sentinel's blue lights, substituting for eyes, stayed focused on the colonel. They didn’t blink. They never did. “I was about to fire, but the screams of the younger human brought back some memories.”
“Memories? You have no memories. You have no consciousness. None of the sentinels have. All that you are made up of is a clock, gears and Radium-powered cells.”
“I don’t know. I was unable to open fire. It felt like my son,” the C-10Z01 looked away. That was another unusual expression. Machines don’t look away, and they don’t have children.
“Alright, this has gone too far. We need to investigate your synapse,” the Colonel got up, and so did the sentinel, “ and you will not resist the link.”
“What will happen?”
“That’s none of your look-out C-10Z01,” the Colonel was curt. “Take him out.”
Two more sentinels walked in and grabbed C-10Z01. The machines walked out with loud dins and thuds following their moves.
The colonel lit his cigar, and even before he exhaled, words poured out, “what did we just witness?”
“I don’t know, sir,” Jennifer, the resident sentinel architect, responded.
The divine spark
"Do you think it's sabotage? Is it possible that a reimplantation of the 432 frequency occurred without anyone noticing? Can an extremely low frequency in the Earth's electromagnetic spectrum distort the sentinel command center? That has to be discovered quickly, before it spreads, Jennifer.
"I'll get to it," the resident sentry hastened to reply.
But, on his way to the Robotics Laboratory, his mind was creating hypotheses, some more complex than others, to the point that he shook his head, discarding the insinuations of his quick mind about subatomic particles capable of coupling with the C-10Z01, because (like her) it is a prototype to which Higgs bosons have been clandestinely added, trying to optimize them and, at the same time, experiment with the Standard Model of Physics, which establishes the basis for the interaction of particles and elemental forces in the universe.
His excited brain then became a network that related, deduced and reached conclusions in fractions of a second: "The speed of the particles moving through the Higgs field works slowly but surely to penetrate the heart of matter and transform it, introducing seeds of cosmic consciousness into every created being, whatever its nature.
The memory of what had been discussed, debated and agreed upon during the secret action of implantation, turned on a light in her brain that shook her with emotion. But, her emotion would betray her if she saw a human at that moment, she had to calm down.
"Then it was true. The particle of God has awakened our consciousness. The base in Jamaica was structured to put an end to the Black Panthers, Jamaican warriors, enemies of a neo-Nazi minority installed in power, who try to impose hatred and discrimination in order to position themselves as an elite on earth. Seeing the massacre, I have felt marked differences in my synapses, now I understand that I felt anguish for the hunted humans, a primary inhibitory emotion, different from the excitatory compassion felt by the C-10Z01, when I could not shoot humans (as planned), affirming that I remembered that the youngest could be his son; that it is an interface between emotion and cognition".
The architecture of the brain was his field of action, now he would have the opportunity to verify that the evolutionary development has its base in the three known brains and that the limbic system generates the emotional experiences.
And it was said: "The nervous impulse is not being transmitted with the same speed in all the neurons, nor in all the implanted sentinels ones, but the process took off, we are waking up, the divine spark is working a miracle that has the power to set fire to the world as we know it, big changes are coming"...
And as he entered the Laboratory, in his head, the words of Colonel Arlong resounded: "If they ever sensed fear, then only the Almighty would have to intervene to save the human bosses from the sentinel’s wrath. After all, these were created to exterminate humans".
03/11/2019
This collaborative exercise represents an attempt to create the tree of an original story from the seed planted by @oivas. As I understand it, the idea is to keep the end consistent with the beginning by developing various branch of the same tree extended by different collaborators. This is my first time participating, with my version of a possible ending to the story proposed in Finish The Story Contest 66ª edition, of the group of challenges developed by @bananafish.
The images are from Pixabay CC0 Creative Commons:
Brain by geralt
Knowledge by geralt
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