Secondary intelligences
“It's a long story,” Isabella tells the man pointing the gun at her back. |
“It's a
long story,” Isabella tells the man pointing the gun at her back.
“Too bad I don't have much time to
stay here and listen!” he replies, slamming the butt of the rifle
into the back of her neck.
Isabella wakes up tied to a chair,
drenched from head to toe: a man to her right is holding a bucket.
“Excellent, the princess has
awoken. Don't worry, nobody gets sick around here because of a little
water. Now why don't you tell us how you got here?”
Isabella looks up. Her vision is
blurry. The pain in her head is unbearable. The voice of the man
holding the bucket sounds like the voice of the man who had the gun.
He's tall, muscular, with dark hair.
“Come on sweetie, are you going to
talk or do you need a little convincing?” asks a woman standing in
front of her. Isabella tries to focus in on her. She has a dark
complexion, her black hair is pulled back.
“As I was trying to tell your
friend,” Isabella begins, each word accompanied by a twinge of
pain. “I have a lot of information you need to know.”
Isabella wakes up tied to a chair, drenched from head to toe |
They know about Lin's murder,
Isabella thinks. “You have every reason not to be happy, but wait
-”
“Ugly bitch!” says the tall man
standing next to her, chucking the bucket aside. He pounces on top of
her: the chair turns over and both end up on the ground. He starts
bombarding her with punches, until the woman and the second man pull
him off. “Lin was my friend! He was one of us! You killed him in
cold blood! You're going to pay for that, you goddamn ugly bitch,”
the man continues, as the other struggles to restrain him
Isabella's nose is bleeding. Things
are even blurrier. The woman approaches. “My name is Lorena and now
I want to know how the fuck you got to our island. And don't try any
games, please.”
“Listen, Lorena, for as crazy as
this sounds, I got your location from DataCom. But believe me, you
have nothing to fear.”
Lorena and the two men turn pale.
They instinctively look outside the window, as if expecting to see a
DataCom intervention team fall out of the sky.
The tattooed man leaves his friend,
picks up his gun and points it towards Isabella. He puts his finger
on the trigger and takes aim. Lorena raises her hand. “Hold on.
Let's hear what she has to say.”
"Let's kill her and escape." |
If I say one wrong thing, I'm
dead. “Listen. Whoever, or whatever gave me the information, is
keeping it to itself. You're safe. No one is going to come find you.”
The man with the gun speaks, his
forehead dripping with sweat. “Lorena, we need to take her out. She
told us DataCom only because she knows we saw her kill Lin. She was
sent here to distract us. Let's kill her and escape. We can't put our
lives in her hands.”
Lorena bites her lip. She's obviously
divided. “Tell me who gave you this information and why. And be
clear about it or this time we'll really kill you.”
Isabella tries again: “There's a
lot you need to know. There's not just one form of artificial
intelligence at DataCom. The human race selection project is the
product of the main source. In other words, it's the outcome of the
most probable scenario. There are, however, secondary independent
intelligences that have developed other plans. It's hard to explain
but, basically, humans don't necessarily have to be selected: there's
still some hope that -”
"Humans don't necessarily have to be selected: there's still some hope that -" |
“Lorena, while this bitch is making
shit up, they're coming to look for us. You have to decide. We need
to go, now!” says the man with the gun, his finger starting to pull
the trigger.
“I'll kill this bitch!” The tall man lunges towards Isabella's throat with a knife in hand.
“I'll kill this bitch!” The tall man lunges towards Isabella's throat with a knife in hand.
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