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  eHUMAN DAWN

  Nicole Sallak Anderson

  STORY MERCHANT BOOKS

  BEVERLY HILLS

  2013

  Copyright © 2013 by Nicole Sallak Anderson All rights reserved.

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  ————— Forwarded message —————

  From: Guardian Enterprises

  Date: Thu, June 23, 2242 at 8:33 PM

  Subject: Chengdu Directive

  To: Rosario Donahi, World Leader

  Dear World Leader,

  After considering your request to deal with the Global Resistance, and its campaign against us, I’ve come to the conclusion that you are correct in your assumption that something must be done to stop their infestation. Long have they interfered with our ability to run the world as we deem necessary.

  It’s in the best interest of eHumanity that we destroy them once and for all.

  As a result, you’re hereby approved to do what you must to issue a threat. Your idea to use the Energy Grid as a tool of manipulation is a perfect place to start.

  I'm sure the exercise will bring those who are against us out into the open, where we can silence them once and for all.

  Let it begin in Chengdu.

  CONTENTS

  PART ONE REVELATIONS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  PART TWO THE UPRISING

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINTEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  EPILOGUE

  About the Author

  PART ONE

  REVELATIONS

  “Consciousness is either inexplicable illusion, or else revelation.”

  ~ CS Lewis

  CHAPTER ONE

  New Omaha, capitol city of the North American Province

  July 2, 2242

  The day Miranda Valentine left Adam Winter was the day his life began.

  Technically, he’d been living as Adam Winter for almost two hundred years. Yet to call it a life was a bit of an overstatement. True, the past two centuries had included many events, interactions, feelings, reactions, and consequences. But not everything he felt or thought was of his own free will. For Adam Winter was the ultimate singularity construct: an eHuman, interacting within the great global network called Neuro—which was managed by the World Government.

  Adam Winter was unaware of his entrapment, unaware of the cage in which he lived. But when Miranda suddenly departed from his life, she left a hole so vast within his being, not even the entire library of Pleasure Zone Apps and Virtual Programming offerings on Neuro could fill it.

  That’s why, when adventure came calling and asked him to dance, Adam accepted the invitation. After all, a lonely man is a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain.

  And what Adam Winter was about to gain would be nothing less than his own humanity.

  Miranda had left Adam during his routine eight hours of solitary confinement.

  With his recharge complete, Adam opened his eyes and looked around his room. The familiar white walls were comforting. The terminal confirmed that his Chi-Regulator was fully loaded. Time to unplug. His right hand flicked the discharge switch and a smooth, metal rod disengaged from the shaft in his lower back. He stepped away from the wall socket, shaking his head.

  Miranda was gone.

  She’d been his companion for almost fifty years. He thought it should be easy to let her go, but it wasn’t. It was every bit as hard as the last time a companion had Jumped. And before that—well, it was the same old story. The vow, “Till death do us part” disappeared the day humanity took a bite from the apple of immortality.

  Adam quickly stepped across the room and opened the door to the circular living area he shared with two other eHumans. There were four doors leading off the main living area to individual recharge rooms. These contained the wall sockets they connected to every two days to receive their necessary dose of Chi from Neuro. This was how they recharged the electromagnetic field generator, called the Chi-Regulator, that kept their electronic, eHuman bodies connected to their consciousness, or Lux, as it was fashionably called. Recharging, necessary for survival, took a full eight hours to complete.

  Adam’s housemates, Jill and Thomas, were online via the Entertainment Console, or EC. The huge curved screen hung directly in the center of the large, circular living space. They were dancing with a holographic couple projected in the middle of the room—their weekly tango lesson with some of Buenos Aires’ legends.

  Adam nodded as he passed, noting the adoration for Jill in Thomas’ gaze. Jill, however, stared over Thomas’ shoulder and cast Adam her own look of devious desire. A jolt of excitement ran through him, like a lightning bolt zigzagging across a humid summer sky. But then Miranda’s face entered his thoughts and a surging wave of guilt drowned his excitement in a millisecond. To desire more than one woman simultaneously seemed Adam’s calling card in life. Yet Miranda had been his companion in so many ways that he desperately missed her already.

  Adam walked past the EC. He had several messages. He ignored them and continued by, passing the large glass table flanked by steel chairs where they entertained others offline. He headed out to the balcony to gaze upon the city. Another gray day in early July.

  The sun hadn’t shown itself in months. Not surprising. The clouds had been gathering for years. No worries, either. eHumanity stopped caring about the air temperature long ago. eHumans wouldn’t suffer the Earth’s climate changes.

  A small aircraft flew over the city’s steel and bronze buildings, gleaming in spite of the smog. Selecting a file from his RAM, Adam replayed the events of the previous evening, like a movie in his head. He’d rushed home from work because Miranda had sent him an emergency message. When he entered the apartment, she was on the balcony, holding a small Jump Request device in her hands. Adam’s heart sank at the sight. He approached her slowly, knowing what was about to happen. It seemed she’d grown bored with herself. Immortality had lost its glimmer.

  When a person reached the point that they no longer wanted to be in the eHuman body they inhabited, they could apply at the Lifestyl
e Maintenance Office, or LMO, for a new body. The fee was enormous, but for many, it was worth it to work with an LMO Lifestyle Specialist to design a new body—and thus a new life.

  There was just one caveat. The law was that any memory of the previous life would be wiped out—gone forever. The Lifestyle Enhancement Act, passed during the Great Shift by the newly formed World Government, aka WG. Because of this law, Adam himself had never Jumped. He didn’t want to lose his memories. To him memory was the one thing that made him truly immortal. It was the closest thing he had to a religious belief, and he clung to it, even when all of those around him saw it as foolish.

  Miranda trembled as she handed him the Jump Request. Since eHumans were never cold, her trembling could only mean she was upset.

  Adam looked at the small screen. A lovely woman with long dark hair and brown skin. Quite a contrast to Miranda’s razor-short bronze hair, pale white skin, and large blue eyes.

  The new body’s image spun around on an axis so that you could see every part. It was a very good body. Adam braced himself as Miranda began to speak.

  “Request for one-to-one communication,” she said out loud.

  “Granted,” he replied.

  This would be the end of their spoken conversation. He had enabled her to speak directly to his mind. Obviously, she did not want Jill or Thomas to overhear them.

  “You’re late coming home again,” she accused.

  Adam thought nothing. She would be able to read any thoughts he had, so it was best for him to focus on her words alone.

  “True,” he answered.

  “More work, I imagine?”

  “Yes. The power outages are a big concern, Miranda. People are panicking. I need to compose a story for the Newsreel to ease their minds,” he answered.

  Adam was a journalist for the Friend’s Network. He wrote and performed Newsreels that could be downloaded on Neuro. He had many fans. Not only because was he esthetically pleasing to the eye, but he could also deliver hard facts while making his viewers feel great.

  His current subject, however, was quite touchy. Making everyone feel good about an electricity shortage when electricity was the only thing that kept them alive—well, he needed to pull off a miracle.

  “You can’t make them feel any better,” she said, reading his thoughts. She smiled bitterly.

  “Why are you going to Jump?” Adam asked. Cut to the chase.

  “I’ve been Miranda for eighty years, Adam,” she began, “With you for almost fifty of those years. I could just leave you and start again in a new apartment. But I don’t want to remember. I’m tired of being Miranda. Tired of New Omaha. I need a change. I want a new life. Eighty years is simply too long to be me.”

  Adam laughed. She glared at him, crossing her arms and leaning back against the balcony railing. He gazed at the beautiful city that rose up behind her.

  “I don’t laugh at you, my dear,” he explained, “I mean no harm. It’s just that you’re not the first woman to live with me for an extended time, only to decide that she has to Jump into a new body and start a new life.”

  “You’ve never Jumped?” she asked. “Why not?”

  “We took on these eHuman bodies—left our flesh behind—for immortality. I like being immortal. If I Jump, I, Adam, don’t live on. I lose my memory. Two hundred years—gone. I want to remember it all. So—I choose to remain Adam. Immortal.”

  “But I’m still immortal!” she exclaimed. “eHumans never die!”

  “You don’t remember who you were before Miranda, do you?” he countered. She shook her head. “And you won’t remember me when you Jump. That’s not immortality. You might as well be dead.”

  She glared at him with a hatred so pure it made him cringe. Rather than look the fool, he chose to disdain her.

  “Whatever, Miranda. Go for it. After all, being reborn has been all the rage for the past two hundred years!” he yelled out loud, disconnecting their one-to-one connection.

  The conversation ended there. Adam stormed off the balcony and into his recharge room. Miranda moved out during the eight hours he was locked inside.

  Another aircraft flew over his head, forcing him into the present. It was time to get ready for work. He stared at the place where she’d stood only eight hours before. He regretted that he hadn’t even said goodbye.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered to no one.

  Turning on his heel, he went back into the apartment to get ready for work and get on with his long, lonely life. Such was love in the immortal modern world.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Adam was a creature of habit. He abhorred being late for any engagement, so he dressed quickly for the day. Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help wondering why he’d lived with his same face for two hundred years: dark black hair, cut short around the sides, but kept long enough in front to hang gently around his smoky grey eyes, bronzed skin, small pointed nose, thin smile, always thirty-three human years old in strength and agility, with two hundred years’ worth of information stored inside. If he could become anyone else, why remain Adam?

  While the rest of the world tired of their personalities and appearances with time, Adam had stayed endlessly interested in himself. It fascinated him that he had remained steadfast to his form for two hundred years. It made him feel superior, even, as if he knew more than the rest of the inhabitants of Earth.

  What Adam didn’t realize was that most of his memories weren’t his own.

  Shrugging off his reflection in the mirror, he turned and strode to the center of the room, skirting the dancing Jill and Thomas, where the EC hung like an altar in the middle of a temple. It was one of several ways eHumans worked with Neuro, the network application that knit the whole society together.

  Adam called to the machine, “Good Morning.”

  The machine answered, “Good morning, Master Adam. The weather is 86 degrees and overcast. Sunset is due at precisely 7:14 p.m. The rail is operating smoothly and flights to your preferred cities are all on time. What would you like to do today?”

  “Show messages,” he answered.

  The EC displayed the faces of those who had called on him the previous day, including the ever-familiar face of his boss.

  “TeleConnect Anthony Westfield,” he commanded.

  “Yes sir. One moment,” the machine toned.

  Instantly, a full-sized hologram of Anthony was displayed in the center of the room, right next to the dancing couple. The image smiled, then sauntered towards Adam, gliding through the dancers, as if he were a phantom.

  “Adam, my boy, how are you?” he greeted.

  Adam didn’t care much for Anthony. Truth was, Adam found him to be ridiculous. While every being on the planet was beautiful, smart, athletic and talented, there were still personality differences. Temperament could not be ordered up the way a new body could.

  “You called?” Adam asked.

  “I was wondering how things were going with the power outage Newsreel. I have an angle for you to ease everyone’s mind. It seems stores like Borgmans are claiming that they are low on workforce, which is why they’re closed every other day. I want you to go down to their headquarters and interview the CEO. Set the public at ease. Drive their attention to the fact that we’re losing laborers rather than electricity.”

  Ah yes, Adam thought—the power outages. A few stores and offices in the city were no longer open every day. Speculation of city-wide power outages flooded Neuro. It needed to be squelched, and it was the job of the Newsreels to drive the people’s attention away from any crisis that might upset them.

  “Sure, whatever you want, Anthony.” Recently, Adam felt uneasy about his job. Anthony told him the angle and Adam found the “facts” to back that angle up. Adam’s own investigative talents were rarely called to the table. All he had to do was fill in the blanks and deliver it to the people with a smile.

  “Perfect,” Anthony purred, momentarily interrupting Adam’s melancholy, “I’ll put in a call to
Douglas, the CEO of Borgmans, and make sure you get an interview. Will an hour from now work?”

  “Fine with me.”

  “Great. Come into my office when you’re done. I have to approve the story before production. This has to be a great Newsreel—one that will draw attention on Neuro and ease people’s minds. The Guardians will be paying attention, you know.”

  “Yes Anthony, I know. The Guardians are always paying attention.”

  Adam disconnected and walked to the door while giving the command, “Open.” He paused, thinking once more about his situation. While he enjoyed his job and all its perks, he was filled with a deep longing to be more and do more with his work, as if he had a purpose or a duty that he wasn’t fulfilling. And yet no one else in his life seemed to feel the same. Everyone was either happy with their lot, or Jumping into something new. eHumans rarely spoke about desire or purpose. As he began to exit through the open door, he heard Jill call out his name.

  “Adam!”

  He remained in the threshold and turned to look at her.

  “Adam,” she began uncomfortably, “Thomas and I—well, we’re sorry to hear about Miranda.”

  Adam knew Jill felt nothing of the sort. Even though multiple partners in the eHuman world were considered acceptable, jealousy still reigned in most hearts.

  “She told you the news before she split, huh?” he said, trying to hide the sadness in his voice.

  “Yes, she did. She left you a message,” Jill replied hesitantly.

  “Really? I didn’t see it in my inbox,” he answered coolly.

  “No, it’s there,” Jill replied, pointing a finger at the EC, “She left it on the desktop, not in your personal inbox.”

  “That doesn’t make sense,” he said. Miranda, it seemed, was craftier than he had given her credit for. She’d left the message public so that Jill would snoop and hear it. A last jab at the “other” woman. Adam used his wireless to download the message from where he stood in the doorway. Sure enough, Jill had been correct and Miranda appeared in his head. He viewed her, wondering what in the world she had to say.