Syntropy. The holographic virus

INDEX

CHAPTER 1

PAUL AND THE EYE OF HORUS

CHAPTER 2

KAZUMI AND CEREBRON

CHAPTER 3

THE HOLOGRAPHIC UNIVERSE

CHAPTER 4

QBLAB IN LONDON (1° ATTEMPT)

CHAPTER 5

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

CHAPTER 6

THE PRAGUEAN MONK

CHAPTER 7

SYNTROPY GOES INTO ACTION

Chapter 1

Paul and the EYE OF HORUS

19 April 2028, Wednesday, 5:00 p.m., Supermax high-security prison, Colorado, solitary confinement cell n. 137.

Paul Fantappiè is in the lotus position on his bed, focusing on transcendental meditation, and suddenly sees a large black screen with many white dots moving on it. He shudders for a while after a leap into the dark, the dots turn into a white distorting ovoid image. He has reached the unified field when sleep and consciousness coexist, but suddenly hears approaching heels clicking on the floor of the corridor.

The cell door opens automatically, the guard shouts: «White Rabbit, wake up! Someone is waiting for you!»

Two men wearing blue suits and bearing the CIA badge pinned to the breast pocket of their jacket enter the cell; one of them, the chunkier one, nods at the guard to leave, while the other takes off his dark Ray-Ban and hat, grasps the stool and sits in front of Paul, who is still keeping his eyes closed.

The sitting man, in his sixties but still fit and with marked features, takes a dossier from his bag and begins to read: «Paul Fantappiè, also called White Rabbit, an American citizen with Italian origins ... from Turin. Man, white, forty-one years old, height 181 cm, weight 67 kilograms, black hair, brown eyes, eyeglasses, regarded as a quantum information science genius and an excellent mathematician. Penalty remaining to be served: twenty-five years for the offence of hacking, as he tried to sabotage the governmental security information system called Eye of Horus1.. Psychopathic personality, inclined towards conspiracy. Deemed dangerous by the government. Is this you, guy?»

Paul slowly opens his eyes, smiles, and faintly says: «Well, in this illusory reality this is me, but my Self is elsewhere. So, next time call me before you come here. You don’t understand what it takes to abruptly get out from the source of thinking. Now, this is gonna be a bad day for me, you know.»

The two men look at each other and start laughing, the standing one slightly lowers his dark glasses, stares at Paul and says in a severe tone: «We are CIA agents, the government offers you the chance to regain your freedom, but you will have to cooperate with us in return. It's a matter of security, we don’t know anything else ... Take a couple of days to think about it.»

«You're a lucky man, White Rabbit,» the sitting agent adds, staring closely at him; then he approaching his face to Paul and whispers: «You’ll end up rotting in this 2 x 3.5 m cell, unless you don’t go crazy before the end of your penalty. How will you manage to stay in isolation twenty-three hours a day for the next twenty-five years?»

«Do you know what day it is today?» Paul asks calmly. "It’s Wednesday! Anything may happen on Wednesdays ... »

The agent stands up, puts the file back in his bag and nods at his colleague to call the guard. As they leave the cell turning their backs to Rabbit, the chubbier agent lingers a moment, then turns to Paul: «See you the day after tomorrow, now go to sleep, as you were doing before. Just thirteen months have passed and you've already cracked up!»

Paul closes his eyes, but this time he does not meditate; he just thinks.

Someone has violated the Eye of Horus2, this is why they have come to me. There are no other reasons. Then he lays down and recalls a very close past.

From 2022 to 2025 crime and terrorism spread in the USA and throughout Europe, the Countries seemed to be unable to effectively cope with the terrorist attacks carried out by various religious organizations gathering ethnic groups of North Africa, which caused hundreds of deaths and injuries among innocent people. The citizens, overwhelmed by fear, asked the governments for greater control and security, and the Countries hit by terrorism had implemented a joint prevention and control program entrusted to a single central government.

They took immediate measures, too immediate not to think that they had already studied this solution before the onset of the problem.

The governments of three quarters of the planet joined the SCS-W (World Security Control System), a common program with a centralised government based in San Francisco, where the NSA-W (National Security Agency of the World) is located.

Technology had taken giant steps, especially smart technology, which had acquired a key role within the society, bringing addiction among the users and depriving them of their time and thoughts. Any action was performed through technology, to the extent that the citizens pacifically accepted to wear a bracelet to prevent terrorism and ensure the global security.

In fact, for safety and security purposes, the populations within the SCS-W area were all obliged to wear an approved bracelet called BSCSW1: a stanene thin ring, which perfectly adhered to the wrist or ankle skin (at the discretion of each subject.) This device could not be removed by the users, since it required a frequency signal emitted by the police guns. The ring could be unlocked only under rare circumstances, like failures of skin infections.

The bracelet contained a nano chip made of DNA strands, which received and sent signals to a central system called the Eye of Horus.

People had enthusiastically welcomed the BSCSW1, since the short-term results had proved that terrorism and crimes had been eradicated in just few months.

I didn’t believe in all these bullshits, Paul thinks Under the control of twelve families, the governments had already planned this measure some time before ... However, at the NSA-W, a large underground quantum computer receives information from every subject through the bracelets, and monitors their position, activity and conversations, as well as their physical and mental state. I call him Bobby ... Bobby carries information and receives it from the Horus, just like a dog that brings the bone back to his master.

Each Country is provided with an Eye of Horus and they all refer to the central one in San Francisco. The citizens of those Countries that did not join the program are excluded from the SCS-W area.

"The Eye of Horus is everywhere and avails itself of drones, cameras, smart lamp posts, humanoids and holograms; if your behaviour is not consistent with the standards established by the central government for three times in a year, you’ll be reported and kept under control, which means that you are going to lose even the last piece of freedom granted to you. If the report leads Horus to regard you as dangerous, the local police will catch you, as happened to me.

Surely the twelve families, whose members are also called ‘priests of Horus’, aim at something beside the control and the influence on the masses with the help of the government. The mysterious program of the Illuminati is already in force: a single central power, dramatic reduction of the population and the transformation of men into loquacious non-sentient slaves. They are influencing and putting the people’s minds to sleep in every aspect of their social and private life."

Paul gets up and washes his face with cold water in the small sink, a beam of light filters through the single long narrow slit of the cell and hits him on the face; he closes his eyes and stays in that position until the beam of light disappears to reach another cell, another prisoner.

"I was very worried about what was happening in the world, therefore I decided to become a subversive, an enemy of Horus.

I could change my Bobby and send a virus to the server to copy the algorithms and then modify them: Horus would continue to work but with the control and attention standards established by me. Nobody would notice anything, and then, through the central system, I would change all the SCS-W area.

I was about to succeed, but a trap was put in the system and I was caught. I could not believe ... traps are precisely designed to catch people