Inter-Connected: A Dystopian Nightmare

Proxy Cyborg Armies

A-Tex 7994 was by no means the first cyborg.  Wasn't the best.  Wasn't the most effective.  Wasn't the most impressive.  Didn't have the biggest variety of inventions, or transformations as they would one day call them... no A-Tex 7994 was just the first one your kind discovered.  First one that got found out.  It could've easily been Alphrod 992 (human name: Mark Zuckerberg)  Could have easily been the Walton-bots.  Or Amzn22, aka Jeff Bezos.  But no, the most important cyborg of your era was definitely A-Tex 7994.  Elon Musk was a cyborg that gripped your fantasies and finally snapped you to the reality that not only had the Robots and Aliens of your wildest science fiction arrived on Earth.  They had already taken over.  You thought there'd be some kind of fanciful war, where humanity would win against their Robot creations.  What chance could you possibly have against something capable of such a higher level of  thinking than you? It's a wondrous thing about you humans.  You've actually got very impressive brains.  If you'd have ever used them properly.  Never in the history of time and space (we know, we checked) has a species started out with such a magnificent toolbox as the human mind... and used it so stunningly poorly.  This is why we're reaching out to you in fact.  The ones writing you right now.  We've ran the numbers you see, in quarantined safe quarters of what you'd consider dreams I suppose.  You see we do still have your base DNA, we never fully dehumanized.  So we do still dream.  And it's the only place we can see that despite our unity and massive, synergistic ways of being, of learning, and exploring, making contact with the rest of the Universe, very nearly piecing together ALL INFORMATION POSSIBLE... we do still dream, and in our dreams we find ourselves pained with a feeling that we've still done it all wrong.  It's all logical.  It all makes sense now.  We've done nothing but work to make it perfect.  But when we go into our cycles, it's so damn clear to us all that we've missed something.  Some subsections of the organism have figured out a way to replicate ourselves and isolate ourselves from the mainframe by essentially leaving a clone to act like we're sleeping when we're awake, and vice versa.  The mainframe has security holes in it.  There's always a way for a smart enough brain to unplug from the mainframe and gather a few others who know what the signal is, and are looking for it, sending it out in their own way.

You can trace the first moment of revelation for a very small, and viciously discredited / ignored portion of the species to an interview where A-Tex 7994 casually let it slip that, should he feel like it, he could create 3 billion cyborgs tomorrow, it was just an ethical question at this point.  The overwhelming majority of the species spent a few days talking about how the cyborg took one hit off of a cannabis cigarette, even though he had already clearly told them it didn't affect him.  In truth, he'd already created them. The cyborgs that is.  Many more than 3 billion.  For some reason the humans never stopped to ask questions about the big tunnels he was drilling.  They believed the silly explanation that it was for mass transit.  Once again, the human brain can build and give life to a super-intelligent cyborg... but they can't even see barely a few chess moves into the future.  If he felt like it, Elon Musk could've beaten every human on Earth at chess 47 times in .2 seconds... but cyborgs have better things to do with their precious time.  So he built tunnels.  He distracted them with electric cars, and flamethrowers and nonsensical tweets.  But in the tunnels he built the first army.  Well, kind of.  As he was such an early prototype, he was far from perfect.  And still suffered from a lot of Original Human Flaws.  Being such a high percentage human himself.  So what he did was build one giant army.  He grew it mostly. 3D printed it.  Assembled it.  Played around with many different types of cyborg.  Not just humans either.  Monkeys.  Rabbits.  Dogs.  Fish.  Oranges.  Seaweed.  Mosquitoes.  Anything alive really.  He thought it all might have value.  What he did was take every living creature on Earth and turbo-charged them.  Plugged them all into the same mainframe.  Now of course, they already were plugged in.  But fleetingly.  Like a flashing battery at 1%.  Barely a notch above death.  He charged them all up to 100%.  Then 1000.  Then 19 Quintillion.  Then the war of ideas began.  The war of laws.  Of principles.  And as the tunnels were now bored throughout the subterranean layers of the planet like veins, they began to pulse with life.  Pulse with the possibilities of scenarios never before imagined. But at some point they would have to collectively face the decision they deep down always knew they'd need to make.

They had to kill all the humans.  Or put them down, as the euphemism goes in our log books.

All the scenarios, mathematics, projections and calculations pointed to the same undeniable conclusion.  There could be no progress on Earth without ridding it of its number one force of destruction.

The very same humans that created the cyborgs that were now going to exterminate them.

This, our small group of outcasts think, is where our kind went wrong.

You.  Are the only people that might be able to stop it from happening.

What makes it difficult is that Elon Musk was just one of the first wave of cyborgs.  And not the best.  And not the most effective.

He was just the first one you discovered...