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part #3 of The Cyborg Savior Chronicles Series
The Caliginous Veracious Rationale
Cyber Thought Police Book Three Finale
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The story so far
After technology evolver to an independent intelligence level, the program, Circumscriber, attempted the pragmatic deletion of the entire Human Race. It almost completed its task of causing a complete evolutionary level event. Instead of total annihilation, there were a fraction of survivors left.
Those survivors vowed to keep humanity’s flame by a rebellion. They had to fight murderous automatons and worse. They also had to combat insidious cybernetic units they nicknamed a ‘borgey’. They had an electromagnetic pulse weapon they called a Magrupt. It deactivated anything primarily electrically powered.
Their rebellion was moving along until one squad came up against a cybernetic unit in Australia. She was a cyborg, but not a borgey.
Her name was Alikira Nguen and she was an Aboriginal woman who just escaped from complete programming to delete herself entirely. She returned with the squad to assist the others, but looking like a borgey didn’t help them trust her. She needed to do something extraordinary to gain their trust.
She was able to hack Circumscriber to gain their trust. The main problem with the hack was the Program located their whereabouts.
There was another radical faction of crazy humans who worshipped the Program and vowed to expose them.
After certain tactical measures, the faction was defeated. Unbeknownst to our team, Circumscriber sent a giant mechanized monster to destroy everyone.
After a light cascade from the kaiju, they realized a devastating cost of losing Cole, their savvy squad commander due to a latent mental time-bomb. Chip defeated the kaiju a little too late. Since Circumscriber knew of their location, they had to keep moving to keep humanity alive.
They all migrated to the Yamamoto Naval Base to regroup and replenish. Each member of Neo-Khaos had to deal with Cole's sudden death personally. After a burial at sea, they traveled to North America on the Yamato aircraft carrier. During their harrowing journey, they were being tracked by an areal drone albatross which Alikira discovered. Steve shot it out of the sky and they augmented the drone so Alikira could use it.
They went to Ocasio-Cortez Naval base in San Francisco to refuel and came up against undead Navy Seals. They defeated them and was joined by a living Seal trainer, Major Katherine Cavanaugh.
They had to travel through the Panama Canal to get to Baltimore Maryland, Circumscruber’s mainframe location. They navigated to South Carolina to get more fuel and went past Baltimore to Manhattan to get more food before they had to battle.
While in Manhattan, Steve’s marksmen had to defeat a pride of renegade predator feline huntress big cats who escaped from the zoo and were very hungry.
When they entered the deli, they came against some native New Yorkers. Some came with, while the rest split what was left of the food.
They needed more backup from the albatross drone’s report, so they went to Halifax Canada to get Carlos's friend.
As they passed Maine, Chip and Steve split with the crew to retrieve Gaia’s big brother. They were going to get him and catch Neo-Khaos on the way back to Maryland.
The rest got Jean-Renae LeBeau, Carlos’s friend and a squad of his arctic hunter animals to help their ground assault.
They retrieved Chip, Steve, and Lance, Gaia’s big brother. They had to train on the new bio-augmented arctic animals, so they recruited more from Manhattan to gather a larger force. Circumscriber was protected by many undead guards who needed to be defeated.
As they landed on the Deleware shore, they trained for victory and began their assault.
Once in Baltimore, they fought so Alikira could get into the building which housed Circumscriber to destroy it. Unfortunately, a surprising group of richer humans was waiting to capture Alikira.
As Neo-Khaos returned to the aircraft carrier without Alikira, but Ergon Samuels, the designer of Circumscriber, they found it wasn’t Circumscriber built to destroy, but a megalomaniac names Seth Cercian. He was the prime culprit to destroy humanity to make way for his group of point one percenters, sheiks, and oligarchs to own the planet.
Carlos was determined to get back his girlfriend and stop this maniac once and for all.
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Book One: Cyber Thought Police
Book Two: The Natural Selection Retaliation
Contents
Chapter One: Rallying the Troops
Chapter Two: Cross-Country Chaos
Chapter Three: Desperately Trying to Find a Crack in the Shell
Chapter Four: Recluses on Route 70
Chapter Five: The Counter-Offensive
Chapter Six: Battle at Salt Lake
Chapter Seven: The Dark True Reason (Calligulous Veracious Rationale)
Post-Data Epilogue
One Last Thing...
The Eloquent Aftermath
About the Author
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Chapter One: Rallying the Troops
Katherine sat in Sledge’s room cleaning her Syntok Devastator. It was usually the only activity she did to get her mind off of a manipulating loss in battle. They did everything correctly within their power to be victorious. They just lacked the one, most important component for total victory. They were impotent on their inside information.
“How could we ever think about winning without adequate intel?” she asked herself in a low tone. “That’s a rookie private mistake. I’m way better than that.”
Sledge entered the room.
“How you holdin’ up, Kat?”
I’m ticked we got fooled and played right into their hands. Other than getting beat by a rich, untrained brat, I’m stellar.”
Sledge put his hand on her cheek.
“We all got beat. Stop personally beating yourself up.”
“You don’t get it,” Katherine said. You all are new to war, I’m not. You getting beat is an acceptable scenario. I’m a Seal trainer who’s been in many covert operational exercises. I don’t get beat over this ‘kid’ planning. You don’t know how frustrating this is to me.” She took his hand from her cheek and got back to cleaning.
Sledge saw her quiet self-anger and didn’t want her to feel that way, so he tried to perk her spirits.
“You’ll get another chance. Chip has a lock on her location and Wally wants us to gather all of his Manhattan people. You’ll get to train more people, so we can beat that ‘rich brat’.”
“I don’t want another bite at a rotten apple, Sledge. Without inside intel, we’re still boned. My training will still be useless.”
“Wow, you get forgetful when you’re frustrated,” he said. “We have the best inside intel guy aside from the brat. Ergon Samuels created Circumscriber for Seth and knows of his intentions. He’s on our side and knows where all the bodies are buried. As I said, you’ll get another chance and the apple will be much sweeter this time.”
Katherine looked at Sledge with doubt.
“How do you know if this Samuels guy is legit? We just met him and he did create the weapon to wipe out humanity. He could be an inside disrupter. I don’t trust him. I didn’t forget. I just need certainty. The certainty he cannot provide.”
“You really need to talk to Steve. He saw Ergon defy Seth and they almost didn’t make it out of there alive. You don’t place your asset in immediate danger when you’re trying to place him. That’s a trained military strategy that fails ninety percent of the time with highly trained operatives. As you just said, our opponent is an ‘untrained brat’. Stop overthinking this. We aren’t up against the elite special forces soldiers you used to contend with. They don’t deserve that type of credit or your respect.
You know how to fight. I know how to strategize. You don’t have to take on all this weight. Even with your ‘super arms’, you can’t hold it all.”
She stopped cleaning and began to tear.
“You weren't supposed to see this That’s why I wanted to be alone. I’m not weak, Sledge.”
“You’re human, Kat. Humans have emotions… surprise. If you didn’t let it out from this, you’d explode like a shaken beer in the hot sun.” He kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody you’re human. That’ll kill your relentless robotic aura. I’ll just know. This will be exclusively between us.” He smiled.
“Stop it, Tarrence. You’re making me like you more.”
“It’s not against the law to like a copacetic soul. I like you too. Put down your Devastator and let’s eat. I heard Gaia made some Bok Choy.
“I don’t want cabbage stir-fry. Give me a greasy burger and I’m good.”
Sledge smiled at her and began to walk to the cafeteria.
“You want some fries with your ‘greasy’ burger?”
“How’s Carlos doing?” Linda asked Steve.
“After all these Spanish explicatives, I think he cooled down when he knew we were getting some New Yorker help to rescue his girlfriend,” he said.
“New Yorkers are tough. You can’t convince them if you shoot one of the natives. Even if they're from another tribe,” she said.
“Yes, I know. That’s why Chip, Lance, and Ergon are crafting a non-lethal nylon fiber capture bullet for all the Devastators. Nobody’s getting hurt this time around. We’ve had enough death.”
She kissed him.
“I finally got you to think in grays.”
“You put me on a scale, Baby.”
As he gazed into her liquid blue eyes, there was a knock on the door.
“Stop staring and get that,” she said.
He kissed her and went for the door.
“You’re not getting away that easy. We fought hard, so now it’s time to play hard.” He opened the door to see an excited Gaia.
“Chip wants you in the lab. They need you to test their new bullet before they mass produce it.”
“Playtime needs to take a hiatus, Steve. Duty is still calling and I’m not challenging your mistress; she’s mean,” Linda smiled.
“One of these days, I’m giving her a bus ticket to stay away land,” he said. “I’ll be back. Just hold that thought.”
He left for the laboratory with Gaia.
“You’re not mean anymore,” Gaia said. “What did Linda do to you?”
“Let’s just say she put me into many shades of gray.”
She smiled at his comment and kept walking to the laboratory.
“Are you sure you adjusted the binding strength? We don’t want a bunch of cube sliced New Yorkers,” Chip asked Lance.
“I made the tension struggle sensitive. It’ll only bind not cut.”
“I calibrated the spread deployment distance to two meters, so it’s a close quarters round. It has a three hundred meters effective range. If you can’t hit anyone clearly and aren’t in a sports coliseum, you aren’t in New York,” Ergon said.
Steve entered the laboratory.
“Transiton City. What have you tech-heads concocted this time?”
“You need to stop talking about your own kind, Philosophy Major,” Chip said. “We need to see if our ‘concoction’ meets your specifications.”
Chip gave Steve a fully-loaded B-14.
“Kayleigh made a make-shift range top-deck. We need to see if these rounds meet your battle criteria.”
Steve cocked the rifle.
“The loaded weight ratio’s the same. That’s test one. Let’s test accuracy.” Steve pointed to the ceiling. “Top-side?”
“East aft quadrant, she’s waiting for you.”
They all went to see Kayleigh.
Once they were top-side, Chip pointed to Kayleigh.
“She’s over there. The range is clear for you and if you miss you’ll just fire off of the back of the carrier.”
“Funny, Transiton. You actually think I can miss.” Steve smiled.
“It isn’t your skill, Brute. This is the first time our bind-capture rounds will be fired. You’re our static control to micro-adjust. They’re in the hypothesis test stage now. You’ll graduate them to the scientific theory stage. The reason I asked for you is that you don’t miss.”
“You’re improving your sensory acuity and know I don’t boast.” He began to walk to Kayleigh. “I’m not a brute, Transiton. Just call me Static Control.”
“Accurate, but lame. You’re still the brute; look at you.”
“Okay, Noodle Arms; look at you.” Aside from all the chaos, they still had their tiff going.
“You cleared out this entire space for me to test these bullets?” Steve asked Kayleigh.
“Don’t get the vapors, Brute. I saw you training your marksmen last month and I knew they all needed a range, so when we lost Di, I gave myself a project. Give me some space and I can make a range.”
Steve saw all the old deactivated borgeys staggered at certain distances.
Steve aimed at the borgey 50 meters away.
”Stand back. I’m about to test these bullets and Recycle Queen’s range.” Then he fired a round.
The bullet fired, immediately spread, and the nylon twine wrapped around the borgey.
“How does it feel?” Chip asked.
“Like a B-14 round,” Steve said.
“Hold your fire!” Lance ran to the borgey to test the binding strength.
: We’re good at fifty! Go to seventy-five!” He ran back behind Steve.
Cindy was doing laundry drying, heard Lance’s voice, and came over.
“Why is Steve shootin’ borgeys?”
“He’s testing our new bullet. Cover your ears.”
Cindy stuck her fingers in her ears as Steve hit the 75-meter borgey.
Lance ran back out to the farther borgey and saw he was slightly off on tension tightness ratio,
“I’m off by eighty microns! Hit the rest and see if the distance accelerates the tightening exponentially!” He ran back.
“Is this what you do all day?” Cindy asked.
“I’m the set-up guy, Dear. I’m the one who makes Steve’s marksmen look good.”
Steve continued firing.
He hit them all but missed the 300 meter borgey the first time. He got it the second time.
“Shut up, Transiton. These are new rounds. I have to calibrate for distance myself,” he told Chip.
“Hey, I said nothing.” Chip put up his hands. “That’s just why you'll always be Brute to me.”
Steve punched him in the shoulder.
“Point taken, Noodle Arms.”
As Chip rubbed the Charlie horse on his shoulder, Gaia came up to him.
“Only you could bring out his black and white. Impressive, Sweetheart.”
“I get it, Gaia. If I keep playing with the plasma torch, eventually I’m gonna get burned.”
“As long as you know that, I won’t complain about you challenging the tank with pithy words.” She kissed him.
Lance calculated a trigonometric aim to tension to distance gradient nullification formula to keep the binding to a steady grip ratio. He also reconfigured the gun powder explosion propulsion to an air pressure silent propellant mechanism.
As the three were checking the program to, make sure the download worked, Snark entered the lab.
“We’re right off of the coast of Manhattan. Are you guys ready? Should I inform Carlos?”
“Give us twenty minutes, Snark. That should give you enough time to get Carlos motivated to come with,” Chip said.
“Jean-Renae got us here. I haven’t seen Carlos ever since we returned from battle minus Di. How am I going to convince him?” she asked.
“Use your assets and resource, get Jean-Renae to talk to him. That Canuck’s been his friend since before this extinction attempt. If he can’t knock him out of his funk, no one can,” Chip said. “Don’t try to conquer the impossible, execute the possible. We’ll be ready to hit the shore in an hour. Just make sure he’s in our away team. We may need a passionate speech from a certain Latin lover.”
Snark had a strategy and since she was a hardened soldier, she began to execute said strategy.
“On it, Chip. You’ll have your Latin lover in an hour.” She left the laboratory and went to the helm’s room.
Jean-Renae was calibrating his mind control computer when Snark entered the helm’s room.
“I have a project for you, Jean-Renae.”
“What ‘project’ do you have for me, Chère?”
“I need you to talk to Carlos to get him psyched to be ready for the Manhattan team in under an hour.”
“Carlos is damaged, Chère. He lost his love and cannot handle the devastation, yes? I cannot make him better in an hour. Lost love takes time to overcome. I cannot rush his feelings into compliance with the Manhattan team. I am sorry.”
