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Dec 16, 2023

Strata 7, Book of Immersion V1, Jarome and the Scritters, (Trade and Barter)


Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 7

flying insect fantasy futurism sci fi Immersion illustration
Humans have developed uniqueness from animals through a process of cognitive evolution.
They are exceptional cultural learners and can read situations. These skills have enabled them to develop complex trading tools. They rely heavily on these skills to create abstract cerebral and linguistic representations when placing themselves in various environments.

The cultural and socio-political environment in which humans have evolved has led them to acquire the cognitive skills, particularly mathematical, to support a sophisticated disposition and capacity for reciprocal cooperation and conceptual ideas of property and exchange value. Humans are savvy, humans broker deals.



Outside there was an optimistic sun and the people bussied around the market unaware of any of the commotion that had occurred in the bank.

The POS informed Renyke that he had lost negligible battery power and there was no damage to his mechanical structures.

The robodog came towards Renyke and the female guide's cat leapt onto her shoulders.

Maybeline returned to Renyke's pocket for a nap.

'You got my Bits?' asked the woman

'Go to Hell!' said Renyke, counting the contents of the steal.

'We already in Hell Soldier Man,' cackled the woman who resigned herself to not getting paid and ran into the crowds, as lithe as the cat

Back on the main street Flex approached, smiling and jaunty. Renyke felt reassured to see him.

'I need a vehicle Flex, something to get me to where I am going,' said Renyke.

'Yes, yes, yes Mr. Leather Man, where you going is where I'm going. Let's find a veee-hicle. Jerome, he is the car man, he got cars, and bikes and scoots..... and copters, and airships so they say.'

'Take me to Jerome,' said Renyke.




****


Flex took Renyke into a disused concrete building as the robodog curled up and waited outside.

There are the echoes of voices, activity and motor engines being revved from another part of the building. There is a smell of fuel and mumbled communications. Somewhere too there is music.

Flex beckoned Renyke to Jerome's office, a ramshackle room filled with books. More books than Renyke had ever seen. Books were no longer used in most homes or schools and the paper shortages after the warmings had meant that they were no longer being produced. Paper had become heavily taxed and there were also problems with scritters.

Scritters were large crawling insects that had been made in a laboratory by the Russian military.

They looked deformed with big insect heads and metal body parts. At birth scritters are born with a soft back and they look for protection from any material that offers a hard shell. Because of the huge landfill areas the rubbish had provided the perfect materials for protection, plastics and metals mostly. During the Russia China wars scritters had been used to carry tiny incendiary divides on their backs as they could be trained easily and were not affected by the nerve gases. But after the wars, the scritters had bred like wildfire, devouring paper and trees and nesting in book spines where the glue offered a perfect cocoon for pupae. Whole libraries had been mutilated by them. They were a scourge on the planet and another reason so many houses were built on stilts in the Midcast Projects. The more paper they ate, the more they reproduced. Books and paper matter that had not been digitally copied had been devastated and lost forever.

'A car you say?' asked Jerome. 'I got plenty, but the fuel....we got no fuel. We are working on some alternatives, but all prototypes so far. They cut off our fuel after the riots. And the food supplies. I have been missing gummies, I loved those.'

Renyke nodded as Jerome continued....

'Transport is a big problem. You'll be better off walking, my friend, if you can get through the tunnels. But there are booby traps all around the perimeters here in the zones.'

Renyke checks the POS for details but the tunnels are unchartered. The POS seemed to be struggling with connection and was operating intermittently.

'I have a hybrid cart,' continued Jerome. 'It runs on solar but only for about 3 hours per full charge if you do under 40km. And if it is a cloudy day, an hour. I can let you take it for 3000 G-bits. It won't get off the ground without jet fuel but it can drive on flat ground well enough. It doesn't hold the road well, but if you are a good driver, it won't be an issue.'

'Can you drive?' Renyke asked Flex.

Flex laughed... 'Of course I can.'

A scritter crawls across the floor and Jerome stamps on it. A black tar oozes from under his foot.

Jerome sees Renyke might be changing his mind about the deal.

'I will take TELL You got some TELL?"

The POS gets a signal......

...TELL: abbreviation of Tellurium, found in copper ore. Used in mobile phones, especially older versions where it was added to other metals improving their strength and hardness and reducing corrosion. Rare due to demise of traditional copper mines.


Renyke begins to feel confused about how to get the vehicle and asks the POS for advice.

I am not programmed to have opinions, Renyke. I do not have access to data about the vehicle or the seller. But Redact is within walking distance.

Renyke looks at Flex and then at Jerome. A scritter is crawling up his boot and he throws it off with a kick. He feels a rising panic and a thumping in his chest which he does not recognise.

Finally, Renyke says, 'I will walk.'


To be continued
© 2023 Sarnia de la Maré




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Strata 6, Immersion V1, Trouble at the Bank, (Animal Instincts)

 Welcome to Immersion. You have reached Strata 6. 


The instinct to fight has been observed in humans and animals. Dominance protects vulnerable species from harm. But to be aroused and entertained by violence is more particular to humans. Some humans have even fetishised the power of winning: they seek it out and are physically stimulated by it.
This pleasure in violence and danger comes from deep innate human psychology and is linked to a desire for competition, excitement, and adrenaline. 
Androids do not experience pleasure in this way. They do not experience the effects of pleasure chemicals like dopamine and motivational salience which can lead to the desirability of an outcome. All androids however, have been programmed to protect an asset or assets at all costs.
The excitement of a fight for a human remains a self fulfilling exhilaration, irrespective of intelligent advancements.


The oversized droid nudged Renyke into the cubicle. This small movement, a deliberate, forceful action, raised alarm bells. This droid and this place were dangerous. 


Renyke had had no indication of danger from the POS yet, but still he felt uncertainty. The Droid was staring intently, too close for comfort.


Renyke took a few moments to compose himself.


'I just checked, the files are corrupted and I have nothing else,' said Renyke, preparing to make his way out of the enclosure.

Another droid approached. Renyke was now cornered in the cubical.
Holes on the droids' battered faces showed they had seen better days, but they still had size on their side.


Renyke checked the POS for other dangers in the room. But it was not updating.

The female guide, looking worried near the door, demanded to leave.
'Let me go, not my affair,' she said to to the door guard, who stopped her exit with his thick arm.


The POS was still not accessible.


Renyke realised he was on his own.


Maybeline crawled out onto his collar snarling and spitting, then mounted Renyke's head looking angry, spitting violently on her hind legs.


One of the droids got closer and menacingly explained, 'You gotta have something useful for your friends at the bank. We like useful things. Must be something nice in that head. What's in the bag?' 


The droid glanced up at Maybeline and considered grabbing her. He was was not quite near enough so continued ....


'We take anything, old phones even. Anything with data, photos, NFTs. We take hardware too, and storage, your bank is really *frienly. The watch looks tasty. We like watches at the bank. Don't we like watches?'

His thick-set assistant nodded from behind, wires and cogs vibrated inside the hole in his cheek.

Renyke engaged bionic mode and with lightning speed, head butted the front droid who flew back and smashed the other's head with the force of a truck. Cogs crushed and whirred and they both hit the floor.

Another man approached. 

Suddenly the POS was available again...


...Human, age 48, ID: possibly David Shrewen, wanted for murder, extortion, fraud, 
*CASM

The man lifted his hands in surrender. He was nervous without the protection of his now even more damaged droids.
The Door guard held the female guide by the neck and she was screaming, 'Let us go we're no trouble honest, no trouble!'


'Quiet', said the door guard squeezing her neck tighter and choking her.

The human said 'Duuuuude, we got no ishy here. No ishy. just data. A misunderstanding innit?' 


The POS interjected....


Shall I lock weapons on target?


Renyke engaged an army-issue laser bolt-gun from his shoulder that would take out the whole room and anyone in it.
He would prefer not to use it.


'Drop the lady!' Shouted Renyke, 'we are leaving.'

The door guard released the female guide as the banker backed off with his hands still in the air.
'Let them go', he shouted, without hesitation and putting on a brave smile.

Renyke reversed his way towards the door watching the room through the 360-degree viewfinder which had opened in his forehead.

There was a bag on the counter. 


...contains bits, may I suggest we take it.....? said the POS


Renyke grabbed the bag. It was heavy. The Banker protested. 'Not the whole bag man ......I got bills to pay!'


Renyke pulled out a handful of the contents and threw the bag on the floor. He didn't need it all, enough to get some kind of vehicle to get him to Redact. The last thing he wanted was a gang of stupid droids after him in this Hell hole. They might hold him up.


The banker was yelling as Renyke and the female guide took their exit.

'You got some neat tools man, we could use you at the bank!'


To be continued
© 2023 Sarnia de la Maré


Other Episodes

glossary

Strata 1

Strata 2 

Strata 3

Strata 4

Strata 5 

Strata 6

Strata 7

Strata 8

Strata 9

Strata 10

Strata 11



Strata 3, Book of Immersion V1, Flex and the Robo-Dog (Making Decisions)

people in fancy clothes walking weird dogs

You have reached strata 3.

Decisions are the cusp between reality and possibility. Decisive actions create a moving universe for sentient beings where chance itself can immobilise actions and defeat progress. The maker of decisions holds a power over themselves, and, more often than not, over others.





****



Maybeline was sitting on Renyke's shoulder cleaning herself. Renyke made a point of collecting small berries and bugs which he stored in the pocket of his leather coat after squishing them dead and cataloguing their chemical compound and physiology.

Catching himself in a window reflection he put on the dark glasses he had found in the pocket of the coat which now offered protection from the unfamiliar weather conditions.

The winter sun was low in the sky.

'We look pretty good Maybeline, considering,' said Renyke, surprised by his vanity

Mabeline nestled into his neck as they entered the foreboding street.



****



They were in the centre of the busy metropolis. There was a lot of activity, people were shouting, bartering goods and moving quickly about the place. There were small groups of brightly dressed individuals leaning and congregating around stationary vehicles. Some were smoking pipes. Small hazy clouds hovered above them trapping the weak rays of the sun. The towering semi-derelict buildings created a darkened environment where small fires provided light and warmth.

The vehicles seemed to be a mix of old-fashioned motors from transportation systems and helicopters. There were some long legged hybrids, electric solar and engine mashups that looked like menacing metal insects. 

The smells in the air were unfamiliar to Renyke but his detectors revealed them to be mostly comprised of chemicals: chlorine, sulfur, silicone, fluorine polymers and plasticisers. 

'Hey, dude from the *Brightside, you want some *nibs?' 

A man hovered expectantly, somewhat close for comfort. He looked disheveled and seemed on edge as he checked all directions and avoided making eye contact Renyke.

Renyke checked his POS database for 'nibs'.

A drug used by nearly half the world's population that creates euphoria and doubles strength for a limited period. Can cause temporary and permanent coma. Long-term effects; brain rot.

'How much?' asks Renyke, who's algorithm was set to absorb all information about humans.

'I can do you a deal' said the man, '50 *bits.... Or the Rat'.

Renyke checked the POS for bits.

.....Bits: street talk for gold, silver, uranium and other metal nuggets used in the black and grey economy without government authority....

'I have no bits,' said Renyke.

'Hahahahahaha'.........' see you in hell brother!' shouted the man as he danced away on long legs and a demeanor that seemed at odds with his situation in this corner of Hell, this Godforsaken place.

In the midcasts, happiness came with security and expectation: digital and technological lives were formatted for predictability and reliability. Everything was clean and sanitised.

A fat man in a fur coat whistled at Renyke, 

'Hey girly, you want some dirty action? I'll take that rodent off your hands if you need some sexy time.'

A warning comes from the POS.

Danger. Immediate. Ground Level.

A robot dog was barking loudly at Maybeline who was now snarling and making a shrieking noise.

'Wow, not so cute after all,' said Renyke.

For a millisecond Renyke analysed the possibilities of his next actions.

The options were endless. The POS created a fleeting map of most probable scenarios, outcomes that sprawled a multidimensional time map like a mathematical cobweb.

He could immobilise the robo-dog, tame it and use it for a million ends, sell it, break it up and separate its useful component parts, analyse its database for information, take its operating system, he could even ignore it. 

As a droid and an excellent chess player, single decisions about actions that Renyke could make foresaw a million possibilities. Theoretically, this allowed for finely tuned activities and performance with very little or zero harm caused to his owners. Indeed, this forward thinking ability had marked machines as superior in operation to humans who were narrow thinkers and only able to make selfish and immediate decisions based on emotional desire without reference to consequences. 

The dog opened its mouth and bit Renyke's ankle.



© 2023 Sarnia de la Maré


Other Episodes

glossary

Strata 1

Strata 2 

Strata 3

Strata 4

Strata 5 

Strata 6

Strata 7

Strata 8

Strata 9

Strata 10

Strata 11


Strata 2, The Book of Immersion V1, The Maybe Line (Friendship)

 

 Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 2.

art by iServalan


The time has come for your journey to begin, 
but remember that in the world of Immersion, nothing is as it seems. 
Friends and foes blend into the streets upon which you tread. 
Beware the nightingale for it may be a vulture. 
Bon Chance, my friend, Bon Chance.


Renyke felt the rat's whiskers on his nose and decided he needed some company. As a service model, he had been programmed to work for humans, but the new operating system was different and there was no data after the reboot for programming or memories of enslavement.

To all intents and purposes, Renyke was brand new. He came to this place without feelings of obligation to humans and it felt liberating.

This independence was exciting for Renyke after a decade in servitude. His previous employers had had no regard for his well-being and had been consumed by their financial obsessions. Greed and selfishness were, in Renyke's new burgeoning opinion, particular to humans.

'I will call you Maybeline, after my friend', he told the rat, picking up a scrap of food near the rear of the building where he had rebooted. And you can be the start of the 'maybe line', the line of fate that I will take from this moment on'.

Maybeline nose bumped in a seemingly knowing delivery and Renyke laughed. 'Ha, do you understand my words, little friend?'

And again, a nose bump. 


'Hahahaha.....'

*********

The building Renyke stood beside was old and dirty, a relic from the fifties when the country had been victim to the floods because of the *warming. Buildings had been built on concrete stilts and the towering grey causeways had been built. Flash floods had destroyed entire communities and the defenses were not adapting fast enough so people had left to higher ground, if they could afford it.

But because the buildings were small and enclosed to keep the rains out, they had proved problematic for the spread of the *pandemics. Humans working in the city centres had a much lower life expectancy. Androids were unaffected by the human viruses so they took over production and services but then there were the tech viruses which were devastating and could render entire organisations completely defunct, or worse still, dangerous. Businesses had begun to fold under the weight of industrial and corporate sabotage.


The sun was shining. It was winter but warm. Renyke had rarely left the interior of the domain in the midcast projects, a vast area of professional owner dwellings that were state-supported. It felt good in the open air. Even the gardens in the projects had air conditioning to purify and clean the environment and ensure a super-clean air bubble.


Renyke checked an address in his database and engaged his GPS. It was the headquarters of Redact, the place he needed to get to. That was one thing he could remember. 


Mabel had been something of a revolutionary and had been working with Redact for some time. She had arranged that they would help Renyke.

He was thirty miles east, only slightly off target, according to the map. He was expected there soon and resolved to make haste on this unknown journey. 


to be continued

© 2023 Sarnia de la Maré

Other Episodes

Glossary https://sdelamare.blogspot.com/2023/12/glossary-book-of-immersion-v1-glossary.html

Strata 1 https://sdelamare.blogspot.com/2023/12/strata-1-book-of-immersion-v1-renyke.html

Strata 2 https://sdelamare.blogspot.com/2023/12/strata-2-book-of-immersion-v1-maybe.html


Other Episodes

glossary  

 Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 2.

art by iServalan


The time has come for your journey to begin, 
but remember that in the world of Immersion, nothing is as it seems. 
Friends and foes blend into the streets upon which you tread. 
Beware the nightingale for it may be a vulture. 
Bon Chance, my friend, Bon Chance.


Renyke felt the rat's whiskers on his nose and decided he needed some company. As a service model, he had been programmed to work for humans, but the new operating system was different and there was no data after the reboot for programming or memories of enslavement.

To all intents and purposes, Renyke was brand new. He came to this place without feelings of obligation to humans and it felt liberating.

This independence was exciting for Renyke after a decade in servitude. His previous employers had had no regard for his well-being and had been consumed by their financial obsessions. Greed and selfishness were, in Renyke's new burgeoning opinion, particular to humans.

'I will call you Maybeline, after my friend', he told the rat, picking up a scrap of food near the rear of the building where he had rebooted. And you can be the start of the 'maybe line', the line of fate that I will take from this moment on'.

Maybeline nose bumped in a seemingly knowing delivery and Renyke laughed. 'Ha, do you understand my words, little friend?'

And again, a nose bump. 


'Hahahaha.....'

*********

The building Renyke stood beside was old and dirty, a relic from the fifties when the country had been victim to the floods because of the *warming. Buildings had been built on concrete stilts and the towering grey causeways had been built. Flash floods had destroyed entire communities and the defenses were not adapting fast enough so people had left to higher ground, if they could afford it.

But because the buildings were small and enclosed to keep the rains out, they had proved problematic for the spread of the *pandemics. Humans working in the city centres had a much lower life expectancy. Androids were unaffected by the human viruses so they took over production and services but then there were the tech viruses which were devastating and could render entire organisations completely defunct, or worse still, dangerous. Businesses had begun to fold under the weight of industrial and corporate sabotage.


The sun was shining. It was winter but warm. Renyke had rarely left the interior of the domain in the midcast projects, a vast area of professional owner dwellings that were state-supported. It felt good in the open air. Even the gardens in the projects had air conditioning to purify and clean the environment and ensure a super-clean air bubble.


Renyke checked an address in his database and engaged his GPS. It was the headquarters of Redact, the place he needed to get to. That was one thing he could remember. 


Mabel had been something of a revolutionary and had been working with Redact for some time. She had arranged that they would help Renyke.

He was thirty miles east, only slightly off target, according to the map. He was expected there soon and resolved to make haste on this unknown journey. 


to be continued

© 2023 Sarnia de la Maré

Other Episodes

Glossary https://sdelamare.blogspot.com/2023/12/glossary-book-of-immersion-v1-glossary.html

Strata 1 https://sdelamare.blogspot.com/2023/12/strata-1-book-of-immersion-v1-renyke.html

Strata 2 https://sdelamare.blogspot.com/2023/12/strata-2-book-of-immersion-v1-maybe.html


Other Episodes

glossary  

 Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 2.

art by iServalan


The time has come for your journey to begin, 
but remember that in the world of Immersion, nothing is as it seems. 
Friends and foes blend into the streets upon which you tread. 
Beware the nightingale for it may be a vulture. 
Bon Chance, my friend, Bon Chance.


Renyke felt the rat's whiskers on his nose and decided he needed some company. As a service model, he had been programmed to work for humans, but the new operating system was different and there was no data after the reboot for programming or memories of enslavement.

To all intents and purposes, Renyke was brand new. He came to this place without feelings of obligation to humans and it felt liberating.

This independence was exciting for Renyke after a decade in servitude. His previous employers had had no regard for his well-being and had been consumed by their financial obsessions. Greed and selfishness were, in Renyke's new burgeoning opinion, particular to humans.

'I will call you Maybeline, after my friend', he told the rat, picking up a scrap of food near the rear of the building where he had rebooted. And you can be the start of the 'maybe line', the line of fate that I will take from this moment on'.

Maybeline nose bumped in a seemingly knowing delivery and Renyke laughed. 'Ha, do you understand my words, little friend?'

And again, a nose bump. 


'Hahahaha.....'

*********

The building Renyke stood beside was old and dirty, a relic from the fifties when the country had been victim to the floods because of the *warming. Buildings had been built on concrete stilts and the towering grey causeways had been built. Flash floods had destroyed entire communities and the defenses were not adapting fast enough so people had left to higher ground, if they could afford it.

But because the buildings were small and enclosed to keep the rains out, they had proved problematic for the spread of the *pandemics. Humans working in the city centres had a much lower life expectancy. Androids were unaffected by the human viruses so they took over production and services but then there were the tech viruses which were devastating and could render entire organisations completely defunct, or worse still, dangerous. Businesses had begun to fold under the weight of industrial and corporate sabotage.


The sun was shining. It was winter but warm. Renyke had rarely left the interior of the domain in the midcast projects, a vast area of professional owner dwellings that were state-supported. It felt good in the open air. Even the gardens in the projects had air conditioning to purify and clean the environment and ensure a super-clean air bubble.


Renyke checked an address in his database and engaged his GPS. It was the headquarters of Redact, the place he needed to get to. That was one thing he could remember. 


Mabel had been something of a revolutionary and had been working with Redact for some time. She had arranged that they would help Renyke.

He was thirty miles east, only slightly off target, according to the map. He was expected there soon and resolved to make haste on this unknown journey. 


to be continued

© 2023 Sarnia de la Maré

Other episodes on the authors site

Glossary https://sdelamare.blogspot.com/2023/12/glossary-book-of-immersion-v1-glossary.html

Strata 1 https://sdelamare.blogspot.com/2023/12/strata-1-book-of-immersion-v1-renyke.html

Strata 2 https://sdelamare.blogspot.com/2023/12/strata-2-book-of-immersion-v1-maybe.html


Other episodes on this site

Strata 1 https://www.taletellerclub.com/2023/12/strata-1-book-of-immersion-v1-renyke.html

Strata 2 https://www.taletellerclub.com/2023/12/strata-2-book-of-immersion-v1-maybe.html

Strata 3 https://www.taletellerclub.com/2023/12/strata-3-book-of-immersion-v1-flex-and.html

Strata 4 https://www.taletellerclub.com/2023/12/strata-2-book-of-immersion-v1-maybe.html

Strata 5  https://www.taletellerclub.com/2023/12/strata-5-immersion-v1-renyke-goes-to.html

Strata 6 

Strata 7

Strata 8

Strata 9

Strata 10

Strata 11


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Strata 3

Strata 4

Strata 5 

Strata 6

Strata 7

Strata 8

Strata 9

Strata 10

Strata 11


Strata 1

Strata 2 

Strata 3

Strata 4

Strata 5 

Strata 6

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Strata 8

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