The Undetectables

The undetected are precious. If you haven’t been detected yet by the growing grid then there is a price on you. If you have arranged deterrents –the grid cancelling thought streamers, so as to be not detected then you are a serious threat to the society. In good old days when nations existed they were called traitors. Now they were the undetectables, the last glimmer of hope in a sanitized oppressive world devoid of any free thoughts. The omniscient grid controlled through thoughts. Every thought was a precious active data that worked to simulate probabilities of actions. Every undetected thought was dead hence not allowed. Silicones conspired on what appropriate decision to be taken for the thoughts that congregated. More than two thoughts had exponential possibilities to it that need to be kept in check before it acquire its own life. Every carbon unit was tagged and categorized. Though moving out of grid was next to impossible but any attempts was dealt swiftly with elimination. The source of the thought was detected and cancelled. The grid reclaimed the carbon, and the cycle was set in. Humans were at the top level of reckoning as they were conscience and aware of their condition. Their thoughts carried complexities that triggered ideas and astounding conceptions. Gene splicing did work to create an unthinking posthumans but these weren’t really needed since during the latter part of human evolution thinking had become an obsolete activity in most humans. The senses were what mattered. There was always a craving that was sought to be satisfied.  The grid sought to upgrade this pliable version.

This is how the reality was being shaped and conceived as the grid takes over the world. The climate collapse has reduced the carbon units substantially particularly the humans though there were considerable numbers of reptiles that slither in the flooded muck and created their own niches. All the carbon units were given every possible freedom except the freedom to think. Humans were especially scrutinized for aberrance considering the past evolutionary achievements. The deep loop in which posthumans existed satisfied all their needs and desires. There were no wars, no shortages of any kind. It was blissfully designed world. The molecules rearranged to produce whatever was needed. Their controlled thoughts passed through the interface to decipher the desire. Corresponding molecules worked through the code and appeared as what was desired in three dimension for consumption. Just like what was done in places known as kitchen in olden times, and later ordered through restaurants. It was clean, hygienic and just as they desired. It was like their prayers were being answered instantly. It was bliss. There was no need to question the goodness of the grid. It was omniscient and listened to each and every desire of yours. It understood you, and took care of you. There were no complaints. It were the undetectables who were problematic, and emerged from random dark corners to commit blasphemy. Posthuman’s found them extremely irritating, and couldn’t understand what their problem was. They concluded that undetectables didn’t know how to enjoy life. They felt sorry for them, lately they pitied them. Meanwhile undetectables hadn’t given up hope. They try to ignite the spark of human nature into posthumans. It was futile effort, long sedated from their bearing they just couldn’t comprehend. Some brushed these away as they felt uncomfortable. It seems as if thinking made them frustrated. Something in their brain worked against these and created unfavorable possibilities of reality.  Undetectables didn’t give up hope, they really didn’t have anything else to hinge, to relocate human nature into posthumans. They relentlessly tried to awaken the posthuman through glitch in the system and vehemently pushing cancelling streamers. But these were invain as the thought aberrations were reflected only in confusion. Grid was swift in rectifying. The confusion was resolved with new desire. The new desire was then kept at abeyance to reach a craving this then was granted with elaborate fanfare. The recipient was indebted for the fortunate blessings, and was thus made to feel the benevolent power of the grid. The grid was the god that designed all that was there to understand. There was nothing beyond it. The grid guided all confusions into resolution. Ofcourse grid had its reason that were not to be questioned. They were to have faith. Posthumans were happiest of all the humans ever existed. They printed beautiful shrines for the grid, deliberating and carefully choosing from the available template. They had algorithms of prayer fed onto them that they recited when they were confused or had weekend get-together. This kept them calm and contented. They thanked the grid on every available occasion.           

Precious evolutionary and social derivatives that once defined the human nature and contributed to much of its progress like critical thinking, creativity, inquisitiveness and empathy were effectively sedated. Posthumans had all the luxuries that they desired. They also had their family unit designed just as they requested. They all knew grid had bigger plans for them, and they waited anxiously for the message. They just need to pray harder, and emulate the template of kindness to their fellow posthumans. In case of deviance from any of its member they knew they were to be sacrificed for the good of the grid. The template of kindness had limitation and couldn’t be extended beyond the restrictions that were set. They worked to the algorithm, the deep learning worked its compliance into them. They knew how to enjoy the sunshine and appreciate the flower.