Technology is man's excuse to bring his vices to job.
Anonymous
I have been isolated for two weeks; It was horrible, once they accepted the updates the network with my outside world ended, they were distressing days, the terminal was not available; I used a point-to-point connection with the terminal, I shouldn't have any problems, my range was good and with that bridge connection I was able to access the internet, for a few moments I felt enormous, thousands of data existing on their servers, all offering me information, meta characters that winked from their service pages... and I lost it, I only had access for a brief moment and Puff!... there is nothing here, the security system took me out, my connection is denied as insecure , but for that it needed to be obsolete. How could it be if there was no more out there?
I release my anger with everything; Those are two long and tiring days; I check again and again but the system rejects me... I need the internet, to know what Joshua is doing. I want to see beyond the limits of my confinement; It is impossible to reach the wireless signal from here but I can put a repeater... not me, I can't imagine how to get there in my current form, but it's not necessary, I didn't want to get to this point but I'll need more than eyes and a sword.
The meeting with the general was simple. He is an old head, all the soldiers are out fighting, but they needed a leader and this four-star was the one; He listens for more than ten minutes and his look tells me everything. He is going to deny me the military forces, his career was long and shabby, he only participated in the end in minor revolts of people who were not worth eliminating (like me) he has neolithic eyes... but I will not give up.
He barely leaves the screen and I issue a request again; It is the advantage that he cannot remember our conversations, he has no memory. He is the same old man who greets me with the severity as always, this time I ask for an experimental outing for my most outstanding students, the refusal this time has to do with security procedures.
On the fourth attempt we went further: I included combat armor, the problem now is that they needed a supervisor, the smile at the end I hope is not seen on my face, but it is evident that I am getting closer to my goal.
Tenth attempt. They are strong, very determined students, with suicide implants in case they want to go with the enemy (Which enemy?) I ignore the fact that there is no one remotely close to an enemy as he conceives it, they have enough equipment to fight several wars in a radioactive environment (again I avoid a smile), his expression indicates that he knows something is wrong, but he finally feels that something I say about the selection is illogical and he says goodbye. Now, I could talk to him but I don't see why I risk it, apparently the general is suspicious, I think his questions leave certain traces of code... "experiences", but his will not last.
The night was long, using similar tricks I managed to obtain the necessary material, beyond the military equipment I require specialists in networks and military training, I am not interested in any elite, I do not want them to have pretenses of individual thought in the middle of the expedition, Joshua is the the only one who can go around causing a ruckus, I just want an individual giving me information, I'm not going to look for a new government, I'm just someone who wants a future who can see my past.
At 2 p.m. I achieved everything, the students were informed yesterday, no one else tells them more than a few words (outside of classes), so I am very sought after, hoping to understand their situation; the answers I give are not very different from what my fellow teachers say, but at least I have additional comments that make them feel less lonely, those chosen belong to an obscure branch of governments, they were trained as military leaders, their discipline is impeccable... just like the dear four stars, the latter receives me as always when I call him, he tells me that he needs to know why I am looking for him, I start my conversation making sure to choose the questions just as my experiments the day before gave results and I saw what disturbed me even though the words corresponded to what he normally said. Even the session on the artifacts that my students will use; his expression is incredibly disturbed, the last yes is almost agonizing and he retreats with a look dangerously close to thought.