Murder Drones: Born from ashes

Chapter 9.5 : MAM

||RESUME||

"The possibilities of a drone going rogue in war time can be as easily managed as a rogue soldier." the agent said, glancing towards me with a smile.

"It's why we have procedures in place to ensure they are always under our control. If a drone were to, say, prepare to kill an informant from a delusion, and these machines do suffer from them in prolonged high stress situations.

We could remotely detonate a small charge, coated in a patented polymer, in their body to make them cease to function."

"Not only that, we have created an automated system. It's called MAM, Mechanized Automatic Manipulator. This algorithm has decades of historical references, military conflicts, and logistics. It's able to make split second decisions and form plans that can span for decades!

The system is designed to ensure the most favorable outcome, ensuring the survival of important societal and financial infrastructures. All future automatic systems will never make a mistake with MAM in charge! It's a system coded by our brightest minds with supervision from marines just like Mr. Denton. MAM will be the future of management."

"So yes, your concerns are perfectly justified, and we have already addressed them. There is nothing to be afraid of." He said, smiling.

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The statements were over, it was their turn for them to scoop at my brain

"Please explain why a drone cannot make its own decisions."

"They can't make the right call. We're built on a wealth of information, they're just databases. We understand that we are alive, the drones only say they are."

"All confounded by opinions and not scientific facts. Historically speaking, statistical calculations always won over illusions of emotions and 'love'. Tell me, Mr. Denton, you're here because the ULU wanted you here, correct?"

"They invited-"

"Yes or No."

"Yes."

"Are you a communist?"

"No."

"But you were in North Vietnam, which we all know is communist occupied territory."

"I was serving-"

"I don't think that is important, As the founding members of the ULU served in Vietnam as well, as infernal journalists might I add. Paige, your entire movement is founded upon irrationalities and fakeness. Don't you understand war is a game of money and numbers?"

He had me by the neck. I could sense he was getting ready for the killing blow. I didn't know what to do.

"Mr. Denton, why are you testifying against us?"

"Because I believe that human conflicts can only be solved by humans. We cannot trust a machine to make the right call."

"And you are medically diagnosed with Soldier Syndrome?"

What the hell was that?

"No?"

He looked back at the judge.

"I rest my case."

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I was screwed. Not just about the case, but right now. I noticed two other guys were walking right behind me in tandem. This was the second time I made a loop around this block.

I was helpless, nothing for miles, no one to cover me, no map out of here, no ammo left-

Stop thinking about that Paige, you're out of the jungle. The customers, assassins, were after me. Unlike me, people like them don't need payment. I was the big bad guy, Mr. Mean Green Machine. I was getting old and the next runner up didn't want to fight my battle, they wanted to fight theirs, no matter how important mine was. It's not narcissism because I realized how useless I was.