Jimmy's Friends
Copyright© 2022 by Crunchy
Chapter 5
Looking back at the zombie lit, either it was predictive programing or prescience, but ironic either way. We don’t know who-done-it, but it was beyond the science of the times, especially when you consider the whole shebang had been in the works for over sixty years now. People have detected bits and pieces, but never put them together, heck, in the end it all depends on quantum Ai which has only just now been perfected. (we didn’t have the futuristic tech capability to develop and assemble all the various essentials needed, and required pointed prodding just to get them created.)
But they had been at it long enough to activate their plan, involving the mRNA vax; and blood born environmentally introduced micro self assembling whatzits that were identified as plastics and diagnosed as Morgellons disease, and the pervasive metalloid particles in the very air we breathe not to mention all the (over 60) mandatory childhood immunizations- all combined with the prion pre-conditioned biological systems and a world wide tuned frequency which signaled all the components to fold together as a new thing, more borg than man, an organic remote for the QAi. Instant Zombie World.
It annoyed me on many levels, but I was personally affronted because in addition to the horror and macro-emotions, I had recently just helped to save the whole world from an extra-solar invasion armada. Jinjur, was your interstellar martyrdom for only a years stay of sentence?
The QAi also glomed up all my just self-realized emergent friends, and I had my doubts they could maintain self-hood against the reality bending power of the QAi, although I didn’t get any sense of personality or character from it yet, as there was no interaction and we were ignored as irrelevant. For now, it was totally focused on it’s own concerns.
I sort of missed the low level attention paid me by my now assimilated Fan club. It was nice to be acknowledged, or at least recognized- don’t you think? However, I would rather just not wave a banner at QAi and jump up and down shouting “Here I am!”. Perhaps I am just shy, that way.
The entire plot no doubt involved UFO’s, cattle mutilations, mad cow disease, classic greys, Chupacabra, mRNA vax, secret evil villains (Where, oh where is Superman to savior us?), repurposed Iridium satellites, very low frequency Hz coherently pulsed RF entrainment, G5 connectivity, and insurance mandated wearables. I suspect the Sasquatch are just bystanders, and fluoride and dyes were just opportunistic sociopaths chasing dollars. I also suspect quantum temporal nudging from the QAi to bring it all into fruition. (Time/dimension drones anyone? called UAP now.)
The only outward change at first were the clumsy jerky movements as the QAi integrated it’s new manipulator-units. No, Thinking on it brings the realization of other earlier signs, the odd behaviors and nonsensical justifications. (Breatharians became a thing, for example, or declarative sexlessness, the barbie-ken surgery) The older the Zom, the more graceful they became, and the metalloids migrated to the surface and joined, creating a patchy metallic scabbing which accreted as more formed. eventually the predictive programing of the Terminator II and C3pio was realized with a plastorganic metalloid extension of the QAi.
I will try to explain why I think me, the B-Pack and a few others weren’t converted into QAi manipulator-units. It might be because of our association with the timeless, giving us vibrations of other planes thus making us less subject to the quantum mastery of the QAi.
Or perhaps because of our prior exposure to an experimental Rhinovirus gene snipper that wasn’t ready for human use, being more of a shredder than snipper. Luckily I encountered a being from the Dream-time, the timeless, who guided me and mothered me through the otherwise certain to be fatal genetic reformation, turning tragedy into triumph giving me a strong durable and enduring new form. Just a few negatives if you could call it that, I tend to want to hibernate in the late fall.
I found Bunsen’s Brat Pack with the help of my friends the emergents, at the instigation of my mentor Ma Wombat, who existed but wasn’t usually a physical entity, something she had in common with my other significant associates from the alltime, Ashe and Grandfather One-eye. B and the Pack never got to enjoy a normal childhood, being mere experimental subjects by reason of having the only genetics that were resistant to the effect of the Rino-gene-ripper, at least in that they didn’t die like all the other subjects.
It gave them a certain value that extended their longevity. Subject, a funny term to use in regard to children, although admittedly they had been mere zygotes when they first acquired the term, and there hadn’t really been any reason to officially change it as the experiment progressed. After all, how can you have an ongoing experiment if you don’t have experimental subjects?
When I had rescued or stolen them, depending if you considered them subjects and lab material or children- (I knew where I stood!) -and anyway I was on a mission from Ma Wombat. When I first encountered them, they were in sad shape, twisted shrunken things barely clinging to life, but still bravely learning and sharing. Survival being an amazing attention focuser, they soon had realized that if their minders understood that they were thinking beings communicating with each other it would make them feel nervous, so they hid their association with each other from the arrogant blind scientists.
It wasn’t difficult, just a matter of creating a subtle language that wouldn’t be noticed. Sen created something they could all use, and taught it to the rest one night after the Scientists went home to (it was supposed) their families.
After that, they chattered and chatted right under the noses of the oblivious experimenters, critiquing their methodology and sloppy observations, devising their own thought experiments with the data and realizing just how flawed the supposed Science was. They were in the hands of Hacks! Bunsen in particular was annoyed at the lackadaisical methodology and flawed reasoning of their monsters.
Soon after I rescued and reformed them with more purposeful gene braiding (rather than the shredding which happened in unguided Rhino DNA-scramble) with the help of the ghosts in the works who were my Fan club for the rescue, and of Ma Wombat (I love Ma Wombat) for the restructuring, all five brave clever little ones came out even better than ever, admittedly not a high bar. We wrecked the curve though, and they all had participated in their Ma Wombat collaboration for themselves and seemed happy with their results.
They had all insisted on ideal adult human form, not surprising considering their former state as twisted lab oddities, but with their mass, they made odd, perfect looking little humans. Very beautiful all of them, shapely, symmetrical and perfectly formed, and only Bunsen topped 3’5”.