guidelines. One where individual rights cannot be ignored by the powerful. I leave this for you to prove. The Daemon will continue to expand, regardless. Whether it encompasses a distributed democracy or a ruthless hierarchy is up to people like you. Prove that the collective human will can prevent its own destruction, and you will have justified humanity’s freedom. Fail, and humanity will serve the Daemon.
“So that all may know you . . .” Sobol aimed his cane at Sebeck’s call-out. A bright D-Space light flashed on his call-out, and an icon appeared next to his network name. It depicted a towering cloud with an opening at its base, like a gateway. “This quest icon will be your mark. Your high quest is to find the Cloud Gate. You will have succeeded when you pass through its arch.”
Sobol raised his other hand and a new, glowing Thread extended from it, racing south over the horizon in moments. “Your path leads not through the land, but through human events. It will lead you always into the heart of the changes now under way. And yet unless others lead the way, you will never reach your journey’s end.”
Sobol lowered his hand and stared into Sebeck’s eyes. “Good luck, Sergeant. For the sake of future generations, I hope we meet again.”
With that Sobol vanished, leaving only the new Thread behind. Sebeck nearly collapsed with the overwhelming burden now upon him. He turned to face Price.
Price stared up at the high quest icon now adorning Sebeck’s call-out. “You lucky bastard. . . .”
Chapter 5: // Getting with the Program
Sebeck moved through the crowd in a regional shopping mall. The place was packed with couples hand in hand talking on cell phones. Teens texting. The plaza looked new, with familiar anchor stores and all the usual retail fronts strung between them.
S ebeck had ditched Price back at the hotel. He needed time away from his troubles. Time to think. Getting lost in the crowd felt good—even though he could still see the new Thread just above him in D-Space. It always appeared ten feet in front, beckoning.
He tried to forget the Thread and his quest and instead watched faces passing in the crowd. Just a parade of mundane concerns. As though the Daemon didn’t exist.
Before long Sebeck spotted a familiar call-out approaching him, and Laney Price soon emerged from the stream of people. He and Sebeck stood face-to-face while shoppers surged around them. Price was munching on a churro. Snippets of conversation floated past them and faded away. They were anonymous in a sea of humanity.
“Needed a little ‘me’ time?”
Sebeck pushed past and kept walking through the crowd.
“Where did the Daemon dig you up, Laney?”
Price stayed on his heels. “Similar to your situation. Life delivers us to certain crossroads, and before you know it— bam —you’re serving a globe-spanning cybernetic organism. Same old familiar tale.”
Price noticed that Sebeck was ignoring him. “These people give you comfort, Sergeant? Walking among them like a regular person? Does it bring back the good times?”
Sebeck cast a look back at Price. “What if it does? Maybe it’s good to see how normal the world is. That there are still people who just want to go shopping.”
“Yeah.” He took another bite of his churro and spoke around it. “Too bad this place will probably be an empty shell ten years from now.”
Sebeck cast a frown back at Price. “How do you figure?”
“You heard Sobol. Modern society is heading off a cliff, and John Q. Public is out here stomping on the accelerator.”
“Have another churro, pal.”
“I’m just saying. So you dig all this?” He gestured to the overhead jumbotrons displaying clothing ads of fashion models flying through rainbows.
“It doesn’t matter what I think. Everything here exists because people want it. What gives Sobol the right to decide for them?”
Price shrugged. “Well, the public doesn’t really decide anything now —they
“So that all may know you . . .” Sobol aimed his cane at Sebeck’s call-out. A bright D-Space light flashed on his call-out, and an icon appeared next to his network name. It depicted a towering cloud with an opening at its base, like a gateway. “This quest icon will be your mark. Your high quest is to find the Cloud Gate. You will have succeeded when you pass through its arch.”
Sobol raised his other hand and a new, glowing Thread extended from it, racing south over the horizon in moments. “Your path leads not through the land, but through human events. It will lead you always into the heart of the changes now under way. And yet unless others lead the way, you will never reach your journey’s end.”
Sobol lowered his hand and stared into Sebeck’s eyes. “Good luck, Sergeant. For the sake of future generations, I hope we meet again.”
With that Sobol vanished, leaving only the new Thread behind. Sebeck nearly collapsed with the overwhelming burden now upon him. He turned to face Price.
Price stared up at the high quest icon now adorning Sebeck’s call-out. “You lucky bastard. . . .”
Chapter 5: // Getting with the Program
Sebeck moved through the crowd in a regional shopping mall. The place was packed with couples hand in hand talking on cell phones. Teens texting. The plaza looked new, with familiar anchor stores and all the usual retail fronts strung between them.
S ebeck had ditched Price back at the hotel. He needed time away from his troubles. Time to think. Getting lost in the crowd felt good—even though he could still see the new Thread just above him in D-Space. It always appeared ten feet in front, beckoning.
He tried to forget the Thread and his quest and instead watched faces passing in the crowd. Just a parade of mundane concerns. As though the Daemon didn’t exist.
Before long Sebeck spotted a familiar call-out approaching him, and Laney Price soon emerged from the stream of people. He and Sebeck stood face-to-face while shoppers surged around them. Price was munching on a churro. Snippets of conversation floated past them and faded away. They were anonymous in a sea of humanity.
“Needed a little ‘me’ time?”
Sebeck pushed past and kept walking through the crowd.
“Where did the Daemon dig you up, Laney?”
Price stayed on his heels. “Similar to your situation. Life delivers us to certain crossroads, and before you know it— bam —you’re serving a globe-spanning cybernetic organism. Same old familiar tale.”
Price noticed that Sebeck was ignoring him. “These people give you comfort, Sergeant? Walking among them like a regular person? Does it bring back the good times?”
Sebeck cast a look back at Price. “What if it does? Maybe it’s good to see how normal the world is. That there are still people who just want to go shopping.”
“Yeah.” He took another bite of his churro and spoke around it. “Too bad this place will probably be an empty shell ten years from now.”
Sebeck cast a frown back at Price. “How do you figure?”
“You heard Sobol. Modern society is heading off a cliff, and John Q. Public is out here stomping on the accelerator.”
“Have another churro, pal.”
“I’m just saying. So you dig all this?” He gestured to the overhead jumbotrons displaying clothing ads of fashion models flying through rainbows.
“It doesn’t matter what I think. Everything here exists because people want it. What gives Sobol the right to decide for them?”
Price shrugged. “Well, the public doesn’t really decide anything now —they
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