The Psychocybertronic Man
Chapter 3: Codename Yahweh
For Spawnspecte
Author's note: I have taken liberties with a scene from Hitomi-My Stepsister, the original sequence was quite shocking for me and stuck with me long after I had finished tonight's session. Enjoy
President Stevenson sat in the Oval Office drumming his fingers on his oak desk. Axelrod was supposed to be at his office giving him his letter of resignation. The normally two minute walk now stretched beyond that time limit.
"Son of a bitch doesn't want to play along huh?" he grumbled to himself and picked up his telephone.
"Sarah, connect me to Secretary Axelrod's office." He said and heard the soft meep of the landline switching over to a wireless comlink.
"Hello Mr. President." Axelrod said.
"You're still here? Jesus Christ, boy, when I tell you at half past five I want your letter of resignation and your office cleared out I mean it. I suggest you un-fuck yourself or I am going to unscrew your head and shit down your neck." The President shouted.
"Mr. President, you can't just shut up people who are opposed to your party's bizarre viewpoint. I am not leaving this office." Axelrod shouted.
"It was this country's rampant imperialism that fucked us up and caused the deaths of billions. Just because one loose screw in our party in 2013 committed a history changing assassination that eventually fucked us royally, does not mean we all are crazy nut jobs who quote Jonathan Larson and Baz Lurhman all the time. I am giving you until six if you do not have at least a dictothoughted message by then I am calling security to haul your ass out in front of the media. I am not the guy you want to fuck with right now!" The President screamed the veins popping out on his neck.
"Mr. President, I hate to say this but, fuck you." Axelrod said and shut down his comlink. Stevenson dialed White House Security and set up the media satellites. He whistled a Moulin Rouge tune as he walked to his library to get a book. Axelrod was being drug out as the President walked by, giving him a small sarcastic wave and mouthing the words "bye bye" as he went past.
"So this is where we stand so far. Strikemore is dead, the result of Armnagonian bio weapons they must have kept hidden. All totaled the Death City congregation suffered massive casualties. There are still some in underground factions scattered about the city." Pastor Rene Esmeralda said pointing at the holomap.
"This is tragic, and yet joyous for this church. What about our project?" Corrine said.
"You mean project 7-1 G aka Project Yahweh? Yes, well it is still in its beta testing phase. We have done experiments on dogs, mice, monkeys, all positive. They seem to respond well to the wetware."
"I think it's time we take it to the next level." Corrine said.
"Forgive me Pastor, but what exactly is Project Yahweh?" A young layperson said looking at her manila e-reader. Corrine inserted a small silver cylinder in the holomap and tapped the map on its side bringing up a stream of code.
"This my dear Katherine is the source code for god himself. Only certain people are in possession of such a code and our dear friend Yitzhak was one of them. He stumbled upon it when he and a Rabbi were trying to find a mathematical formula to prove that god existed and bring hope to those in the camps." Corrine said.
"This is impossible." Katherine said.
"It is quite possible; the translation of the code varies from day to day. It keeps abreast of who is born, who dies, who sins, who repents. It is god. Yitzhak knew this and converted his brain's processes into a computer program to be reactivated just in case some Armnagonian found a way to do a total memory wipe. We have improved it by using our own system of wetware to try to bring back those who have passed on. Now my friends I think it is time we give it a final test. Tell the technicians to perform alpha sequence L-2192, and retrieve the main file from the archive, code is 20192-55." Corrine said.
In the basement of the Death City United Methodist Church, a room of computer data banks kicked on. A sheet of computer chips enhanced with human skin cells formed the shape of a human, and then turned the proper pigment. Tissue of the same nature formed inside the body forming muscles and organs. Small nanobots affixed themselves to ligaments and joints. Within moments a small electric shock jumpstarted the heart and brain. The body came to life and looked at its surroundings. He saw the clean, white room and rubbed his eyes at its blinding pallor.
"I knew the bastards would reactivate me. Just can't leave a good thing alone can ya?" Yitzhak said and walked over to the wall. Tapping his fingers on it, he heard the hiss of the door sliding open and the Vacuum sucking the contaminants out of the air. Standing on the moving platform, he wondered about Hitomi. He remembered her scent, her wide eyes almost in a constant state of fear. He remembered her frail body. He wanted to protect her.
"I can't let her know I'm alive just yet, I need to talk to Kid and see how we can go about this." He said as he arrived at his locker. "Jean, I hope you gave them my shit." Yitzhak said and opened the door. His outfit was there, his weapons in their proper place. "Knew I could count on ya hon." He said and got dressed.
"He could come back!" Liz shouted as she put a plate in the dish strainer.
"Now Liz we don't know if project Yahweh is fully operational. As far as I'm concerned he is dead as a doornail." Kid said.
"I know I said I wanted kids, but come on babe. I mean I like her and all, but this is a little too much. On the FBI's salary this could get pricy." Liz said
"Quit making excuses Liz," Kid said, "You know you make fifteen times as much money as I do as a Sex Crimes Division worker than I do as a glasses tech."
"It's not just that, I have encountered this girl before. I was called to her brother's place. Takihiro Maejima is a sadistic little fuck. He gets off on domination. His step-mother Yoko was washing dishes and he decides to screw her." Liz said.
"Your point?" Kid said.
"So after he gets done screwing her while she's bent over the sink. He grabs her hair and slams it in the water a couple times. It a miracle she didn't drown." Liz said.
"Okay, so what does this have to do with Hitomi?" He said.
"The bottom line is she lived with a sexual sadist for a few years. It may have warped her. I sure as hell don't want some warped girl living in my house." Liz said.
"I'll have her examined." Kid said.
"Yitzhak is alive, trust me Kid. They wouldn't let go of that gravy train. He is the best assassin out there, bar none. The McCain government couldn't even solve any of the assassinations he was involved in, and those were the good conservatives." Liz said.
Kid said. Hitomi spoke from behind them.
"Why don't you ask me? I talked to him earlier on the Death City UMC chat room." She said. Kid looked at her, she was not wearing the required glasses to access the Perceptionspace. To him it sounded like an all-out falsehood. Nobody could access the Perceptionspace without having proper glasses.
"Hitomi, did you just tell me you accessed a chat room without glasses?" Kid said.
"Yeah, "Hitomi said, "Why?"
"Good lord, this is impossible." He said.
"Only one in fifty trillion can access the Perceptionspace without the aid of glasses." Liz said.
"And I think we are looking at that one person." Kid said. The doorbell rang; Hitomi raced to the door and greeted her samurai.
"I knew you'd return." She said and kissed him deeply.
"Missed ya too, babe." Yitzhak said and stepped inside.
Miku and Black Star walked down the streets of the neon candy land that was New Wasilla. The scent of the place was that of alcohol, cheap cologne and sex. From windows, sounds of sex could be heard. Girls moaning, men announcing climaxes and the occasional Cat o' Nine tails could be heard mixed with the electronic grooves from the dance clubs.
"Where is there a place where a man can get a drink?" Black Star asked.
"With or without debauchery?" Miku said.
"I came here on assignment so I'll forgo the sex." Black Star said.
"I know of a bar in the older section of town, it's a bit run down but they serve one hell of an Agave and Dew." Miku said.
"Do they have normal drinks like, Jack Daniels?" Black Star said.
"If you're willing to pay the right price." She said.
"Lead the way." Black Star said.
The bar was a shabby but not to run down, stucco and metal shingle building with a neon sign that announced, "It's Miller Time." Something Black Star could remember reading in history books. The bar smelled of sawdust and wood polish. On an old jukebox, Hank Williams JR. was singing about his "Family Tradition" the men sitting at the bar were grizzled looking. Some had prosthetic limbs from the older days that clicked and whirred as they picked up their glasses.
"This is some Place. Charming and dangerous at the same time." Black Star said as he sat down.
"Domo, domo, domo domo? " The barkeep said in an unfamiliar language. The barkeep had brown shaggy fur, beady eyes and saw-toothed mouth that remained open.
"What is that and what did he say?" Black Star said.
"That's Domo-kun. He owns the place. Apparently, he hatched from an egg that came from a space probe outside of Andromeda. Thankfully, I can speak his language. He asked us what we wanted to drink."
"Jack and Coke please." Black Star said.
"Domo domo." Domo-Kun said.
"He said it'll cost you." Miku said.
"How much?" Black Star said.
"Domo domo. Domo domo domo." The alien said.
"He said 250 Trigs, no new currency." Miku said. Black Star pulled out his wallet and went to his secret compartment. Pulling out the red bills emblazoned with the Palin's Downs Syndrome affected baby, he slapped them on the bar.
"Domo" Domo-kun said and mixed the drink.
"I'll have an Agave and Dew, Domo." Domo acknowledged her with a cheerful "Domo" and sat Black Star's drink on the bar. Black Star sipped at it and smiled.
"Been a long time since I had one this good, a damn long time." Black Star said. Miku sipped her energy cocktail.
"You never did ask me what I was doing here." She said savoring the instant caffeine buzz.
"Do tell Miku, inquiring minds want to know." Black Star said.
"Takahiro Maejima escaped from Supermax in Colorado. Rumor has it he is here in New Wasilla." Miku said.
"The Armnagonian Church guy, the one from Death City? What the hell did he get arrested for?" Black Star said.
"256 counts of sexual assault, incest, battery, you name the sex crime he's done it, save for pedophilia." Miku said.
"I'd expect nothing less from the Berg Family's chosen successor. Why here though?" He said.
"The rumor of the so called 'Originals' is one of them. They're beings who are completely wetware and can physically tap into the Perceptionspace. They can be anywhere and nowhere at the same time. Supposedly they've been around since 2010." Miku said.
How can we be sure they're still around?" Black Star said.
"We can't, Maejima wants them because they can hack into government files without leaving a trace." Miku said and finished her drink.
"What would he want with government files?" He said finishing his Jack and Coke.
"He wants to make his church the national religion. All he needs to do is screw up a few files." Miku said and left Domo his money.
"I think we can help each other. I am looking for the source of a tear in the Perceptionspace." Black Star said.
"What does that have to do with me?" Miku said.
"Your guy could be involved." Black Star said and walked down the dingy street.
TBC