I was divisible by three. Kai knew the answer and was left out to rot because of it. Divisible by three. She just couldn’t seem to shake the series, numbers just kept tumbling through the sequence, “Divisible by three”.
Miho and her friend where sitting in front of the display, minds folded, giggling at some biennia v feed from there compacts. Why did I ever ask her over her though as the numbers kept falling. She’s an addict of the worst kind, soft and pliable, a shell, a tool of a person, an oxygen thief. But she had great tits and one of those heart shaped arises that you could bag all night if you dialed her right. Somethings that’s enough.
The sequence was starting to become clearer now but the amount of information that she was wading in was holding down. The, “Kawaii”, shouted in unison from across the room was enough. “Got to get out of this place, if it’s the last thing I ever do”, she whispered. Shit, just load enough for them to hear and now they where singing … Fuck, divisible by three, fuck her and that head clone of a friend folded next to her, fuck them both.
Again, what is that? That’s the third time tonight, not much, just a glimmer out of the corner of his eye, like the feeling of spinning and the equilibrium hasn’t returned to your ears and the numbers just kept falling. “I can’t do this for must longer”, almost 3thirty three hours and not much to show for it.
Tesla was mad, he was insane, but he was right and if he could just find the last piece of the puzzle he could just be …
Three blocks
It is a time when the world has been divided into 3 different blocks and is controlled by corporations. The Internet has been replaced by smaller, more secure intranets for security reasons and to control the population through advertising, basically turning them into mindless consuming zombies. Months do not exist and the rights to name the months are sold, controlled and divided into advertising time units or naming months.
The population in each region has been subdued through neurological resonance which is either broadcast and physically transmitted products by the corporation during their naming months.
Each region is fighting for control over the naming months and the wet currency the produce and tying to sabotaging each other’s profit through mutated bionano virus receivers to promote unrest within the domestic populations of each region and to gain more market control.
There is a small number of people in each population region who are immune to this neurological resonance virus and have found a cure but in order to smuggle it to a broadcast point they need to break the information down into six pieces each of which is placed in the memory of a neuro couriers with only one courier and her AI having the complete data set which is only accessible through a wet connection, just in case the others or are killed captured by the Ministry of Moral Sanctions and Sanitation.
The ministry is controlled by the Biocouncil “clones”, the powerful elite who like the corporations will continue to live for ever. They control the flow of information between the regions which is policed by a small group of assassins called Biogens, genetically and technically modified humans. The Biogens are genetic modification of members of the Councils and referred to as the BLUE EYED CHILDREN.
One of the CHILDREN was the genetic hybrid copy of two of the richest, most powerful members of the Biocouncil and becomes torn between his absolute hatred and brutality against the uprising and is love and sexual desire for the Neuro Courier who along with her AI are the key figures in the revolved to end the control that the council has over the regional populations.
Wet cards are the common currency and inserted under the skin at birth or implanted through vaccination during the plague and accessed through audio transmissions.
AI’s with perceptual bias have taken over, the frequency has begun.
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