![]() ![]() “So what will you do?”Ī news alert pinged my phone: Another corporate assassination. “As you wish.” Message sent, he reclined. Callahan smiled, and drafted a memo to his board of directors. They’re the ones doing the work, they should be making the decisions.” “I…want…” I straightened up and handed the scanner back to him. “And you’re sure you want me to do this?” I said, hand hovering over a biometric scanner. Humans and AIs alike were on leave for the winter solstice. The construction site opposite was quiet. He was born Mason Callahan and so would he die. An entire apartment complex had just been relinquished to the public market with not a word from the Overseers.ģ months later, a man sat on a rooftop. He tentatively tapped a few buttons, and within seconds he knew I was right. I vacated the desk, and The Auditor wheeled himself into place. “I think I just gave you your company back.” I put the stick marked cyanide.exe back in its designated pocket. Within moments, the Overseers were deleted from the directory. Having already created the partition for the Overseers, all I needed to do was run the program. ![]() I unplugged my arm from the mainframe and took out a memory stick. I’ll never understand why my mother didn’t stop them, but the entire time I’ve been here, I’ve never made a single decision that didn’t go through them.” The five biggest shareholders in the company. The Auditor wheeled his chair away from his computer, and I hooked myself up. I rolled up my sleeve and unspooled a universal cable. “THIS IS NOT MY COMPANY!” The Auditor roared, before a coughing fit put him back in the chair. “You expect me to trust this, after EVERYTHING? The President, the U.N., NATO, the goddamn EU? Your company destroyed EVERYTHING–” Didn’t bother to check which organ was sending them, the result was the same in any case. The drilling, the fight, the algorithms, all of it. The Auditor looked at me and took a breath as deep as the chair below him would allow. This person, this entity, this…PERIPHERAL EQUIPMENT, whatever I was calling him now…”WHAT?” ![]()
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