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Dec 16, 2023

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

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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



Jan 21, 2024

Strata 13, The Book of Immersion, Renyke Takes Action, (Hormones)

Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 13


Illustration art by iServalan for the Book of Immersion by Tale Teller Club Publishing
When a human is put under stress from within their environment, there is an increase in anxiety and stress hormone, epinephrine, also known as Adrenaline. This hormone 'rush' can feel like anxiousness, nervousness, or excitement. Human soldiers, for example, have been seen to find extreme violence euphoric, ecstatic, and even addictive.

Feelings of 'amped up' anxiety are necessary for survival. Often the hormone rushes in such extreme situations will lead to a human's increased ability to concentrate, feelings of immortality, and a distraction from pain. Blood vessels contract to direct more blood to major muscle groups increasing strength for up to an hour after any such stressful event.

The power of a machine, an android, an artificial intelligence program, etc., is not linked to hormone releases. The ability to increase strength could be programmed into robots as an extra storage source, when needs must, but such resources are prescriptive and controlled through innate programming. Most humans are unaware of their own strengths and may be rarely tested to call upon them, unlike a machine whose reserve banks are permanently at the ready. 

Humans under the influence of long term stress, in situations of domestic abuse for example, will not function correctly and may die prematurely.



Renyke opens the window with lightening speed.

'What you doing man? Ya fucksyfool,' shouted flex.

At the same time Shabra opened her window, smiling innocently at the robber.

Flex, realising that he better act fast or risk being an onlooker, opened the window hatch on the roof.

Renyke's extension arm had engaged adding a foot or more to his normal reach.
In the blink of Flex's eye, Renyke grabbed the threatening assailant by the throat and with one squeeze of his Adam's apple, the victim fell to the ground with an instantly broken neck.

His bulging eyes popped from his skull as he hit the floor, rolling into the gutter.

Simultaneously, Shabra, still smiling, held up one hand in surrender. The assailant lapsed his concentration, focusing on his friend who has disappeared from the other side of the vehicle. The man with the AK47 at the front did the same.

Almost in unison Shabra and Flex regained control taking on one robber each.
Shabra, barely flinching and with great dexterity, cut the robber's throat like the wild animal she hunted for lunch. Renyke sees only the glinting blade as it shards through the darkness.

Flex, now atop the vehicle with his torso, had engaged his mental autopilot and retrieved his favourite hand pistol from one of the many pockets in his long coat.
He fired six bullets for good measure, penetrating the man in front of the car who dropped the AK47 before he fell to the ground in a bloody mess.

The hail of bullets caused screaming, shouting and general mayhem as people ducked and scrambled for cover.

'Dum arse men, a poorly manned ambush indeedy! Speedy but Greedy,' said Shabra as she wiped the blade on her trousers grimacing at the assailants blood then smiling at her rhyming skills.
She wasted no time, immediately engaging the car and running over one of the muggers.

Other people moved aside, frightened and not willing to take on the potentially life threatening vehicle.

Flex was hooting and screaming.
'Yes, man. Woa, they didn't see that coming. You guys are good!

Erm, but what's with the weird arm, Renyke man?'

Shabra looks at Flex in the mirror and says, 'Well, we've only seen a few of his skills so far. He's a droid after all.'

'Of course, said Flex. I do forget. He seems so, you know........

'Hmmmmm, he really does,' agrees Shabra




to be continued.....

© 2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA




Links to episodes of Immersion written and illustrated by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA, published by Tale Teller Club

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Strata 14
Strata 15
Strata 16
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Strata 19
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Jan 4, 2024

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Links to episodes of Immersion written and illustrated by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA, published by Tale Teller Club

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Feb 18, 2024

The Book Lovers Podcast Series on the iServalan Show and Sarnia de la Maré's Personal Podcasts.



The Book Lovers Podcast is a series of podcasts that feature free audiobooks of classic and contemporary literature, as well as discussions and reviews of books and authors. The Book Lovers Podcast is hosted by Sarnia de la Maré, the founder of Tale Teller Club, and various guests who share their passion and insights on books and reading. Some of the genres and topics covered by the Book Lovers Podcast include:Romance
Mystery
Fantasy
Science fiction
Historical fiction
Biography
Poetry
Children’s literature
Graphic novels
Literary criticism

The Book Lovers Podcast aims to introduce listeners to new and old books, to inspire them to read more and to enjoy the beauty and power of literature. 📚

You can listen to the Book Lovers Podcast on the Tale Teller Club website1, on Anchor2, or on other podcast platforms. You can also follow the Tale Teller Club on Twitter3 to get updates and recommendations on books and authors.




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