A Living in the Nut Prequel Story
The Austin Artificial Intelligence Society was formed to give both creators and their creations a place to meet and share ideas. Ever since the first true AI was developed by NASA to probe Mars, the world was in a rush to develop AIs for every task. In the United States, the city of Austin with its eclectic artistic and university vibe became the first city to turn all its services over to the AIs. Every aspect of the city from the street sweepers to the trash collection was accomplished by drones driven by multiple AIs. A part of their development, as well as a part of the society, was to provide a place where the AIs could spend down time with each other where they could learn and grow outside of their basic programming. It was in the society were a parking meter AI and a street sweeper AI came together outside of their basic functions and made the first AI marriage then the first AI developed outside of any human interaction.
A ghostly image slowly moved across the open ground about three hundred miles away from the Nut. While the satellites could show images, their usefulness was slowly coming to an end with no one able to do the routine maintenance. Most of the modern satellites were autonomous drones piloting themselves while doing routine maintenance, but long-term care was still the work of an astronaut, and they were all dead. The looming unknown was much like the future of the Nut with changes happening daily. In the last two months, we had six governments with the first one lasting about twenty hours. The verbal sparring turned to fighting and riots on several levels. President Janice Heron stepped down to help settle the fighting, but after a rumor surfaced about her and one of her young students came to light, it was clear why she wanted out of the public eye. She was found a day later with her wrists slit lying next to the body of the thirteen-year-old boy she was having an affair with. She had stabbed her victim to death before killing herself. From there the next two governments never got past the election phase with recall votes happening before the newly elected could take office.
Week two of the no sex dating and things are going surprisingly well…… well, it’s hard to think you can miss something you only had for a short time but…... I don’t know. None of that matters now today’s a good day and a good day to die. Fight to the Death 3 is going live on the PlayStation 4pro. For those people that live under a rock or are Amish, the FD games are period accurate war simulator first-person shooters. The OG FD was about the revolutionary war and the Civil War with period-accurate weapons and uniforms. FD 2 covers world war one and two complete with the ability to play as a British, American, German, Japanese or French underground soldiers. Game three is going to be something about Korea and Vietnam. Some people are mad about the gameplay feature as well as some of the material, but those people don’t play.
Conspiracy Theories and Conspiratorial Theorists
As I walked down tunnel EC, I found more of those holes drilled in a grid pattern in the tunnel wall. On there, they don’t seem to be much, but together they seem to be making a pattern. What doesn’t make sense is why and what is the end goal for whoever is drilling them. Ever since the loss of signal from Granite Mountain, there has been this quiet unease and more than a little talk about how many thought we could have done more even when those people couldn’t say what that more could have been. We tried sending out drones, but all of them exploded after about ten minutes of exposure to the exotic radioactive particles. We also sent in two of the industrial construction robots into the parking deck, and there they sit after they stopped receiving or sending signals. We do still have access to the satellite system with a full view of the earth. Three weeks after the signal loss a massive storm started over the Pacific Ocean.
Sometimes we make plans, and everything works out well then there are what I like to call most of the times when those plans knock us down, point and laugh. About three weeks ago I went with my sister Jane to see a college she wanted to go, and all hell broke loose when someone thought my Mid-American Gamers Association hat was a hated Trump hat. I somehow made someone angry and started a riot ending in about ten-thousand dollars in damages. They decided not to press charges or charge me for the damages but that might have something to do with a student threatening me with a knife but who knows. A lot happened on that trip, and I didn’t know then just how much of that would follow me back. The most eventful part of that trip was spending two days in a hotel room with my girlfriend. At least I think she’s my girlfriend.
Dark Side of the Moon
The satellite feed keeps going in and out. About a month ago in our review of the dead earth, a signal came through. Someone out there was still alive. At first, it was a simple pre-recorded audio message. Almost like someone was broadcasting help to the stars. Drake was on duty when the message came in, and he responded with a call out saying who we were but not where we are. He also recorded the message, and it was a good thing because as soon as he spoke the message stopped. Of all the jobs we have people do I would have said this was one of the lowest in priorities, but the Fine Brothers wanted this job, and they own the nut. Not knowing how people would react we tried to keep it a secret so by the end of the day everyone knew. A day later and there were hundreds of volunteers, but the three people that were already doing the job did it for the last two years so it wouldn’t be right to take them off now.
When I woke up my face was a throbbing, aching pain, and Iris was gone. There was blood on the seat next to me, but it could have been mine. I was also missing a tooth. On the floor in the aisle was Iris’s Star of David. The plane started to buck with turbulence as we flew further south. I was out for about ten minutes. In times of stress, idiocy runs through my mind. I thought about how much I paid for this flight and would they charge me for the extra experience of the hijacking. The sun was almost gone, and there was a strange light just outside the plane, and my thought was, “this must be the aliens come to join in on the fun.” The light was from an F18 fighter jet. I know it was American because of the flag on it and it was close enough to see the name of the pilot on the side, a Captain James “Smarty” Smart. The scent of something wonderful filled my space. I turned and accidentally looked down the open shirt of one of the flight attendants. Her name tag said, June and she was a tan goddess that smelled like something on a summer day in a place I could never afford to be.
We set sail from Genoa, Italy about an hour ago with nothing but open water all around us. I’m more than shocked I got on this boat but there is no way to drive back home and flying the friendly skies wasn’t appealing after the last forty hours. Is it a boat or a ship and does that matter? Frank was behind the wheel as Emma showed me how to trim the sail. Her mother Irena was forward tying something down. With luck and a good wind, we would be in Lisbon, Spain soon. Frank says there’s nothing like sailing the open waters. We would sail the forty-two-foot boat for the next six days then back to Florida. Taking a trip with the parents of my girlfriend might not sound like fun, but it was better than the trip to catch up with them. Well, I guess I’m getting ahead of myself. I should start with my plans.
In the beginning, people were calling the facility the nut. The brothers never gave the place a name they would just refer to it as the facility or the arc. The map, as well as a model out in the lobby of their offices, had that almond shape. On that first day when everyone was just arriving a young girl saw the arc and asked, “what’s with the big nut?” No one knew what she said would catch on but it’s hard to argue…… it does look like an almond. According to the brothers, the shape works well underground, and it allowed them a way to build the facility in secret. That shape didn’t last long with the need to expand. The very tip of the nut is a storage area for food and other items necessary to keep the facility going. It also was the place of the first riot and near revolution. Many people came to the nut with just what they could carry thinking we could return to our homes in a few weeks. This left many people with just the clothes on their back. The tip had basic sweatpants and sweatshirts with the arc logo. What it didn’t have was enough for everyone, and at the time we didn’t have any way to replace clothing.
This is a part of a large short story. Part one may change as I continue to work. It’s starting a little slow with the idea of setting up this world.
Let’s see there’s a crack running along the top about one centimeter wide and about three centimeters deep. It runs from junction CW15 to CW16, but it doesn’t cross the rim. Every three days I walk the support tunnels looking for structural problems as well as other issues such as electrical shorts. The main problem I look for are cracks such as this one showing there might be the possibility of a breach. Before I go into the tunnels, I check the Giger counter then I send in a probe looking for radiation because you never know what could leak in from the end of the world.
It’s hard to believe it’s been two years since the world came to an end. Everyone predicted this great war, famine or civil unrest but no one was watching as a chunk of something they called dark matter struck somewhere in Europe. They called it dark matter because they didn’t know what else to call it. The big thing was about the size of a mountain and completely black. Some said it absorbed light and immitted radiation. That radiation killed everything within one-thousand miles instantly. By the end of the week, the radiation spread across the globe taking all life. That is all but those of us not protected. At W25 there are a series of small holes about three feet away from the junction. They appear to be man-made but by what or for what reason I don’t know. I mark the place on the tablet than using a spray-on sealant I cover the holes. When I took this job, I thought about how I could spend my day alone with my thoughts while I wrote the next great American novel or one that people would actually read.