Ancil“No no. Not everyone. Only a select few will be changed. People who recently died and the entire lower and middle class will be changed but we still need some humans around. Regular humans can be useful as well. We still need people who could think outside the box and not just do what they are told. This is already what the lower and middle class do; they follow instructions and do what they are told like mindless slaves. They go to work every morning at nine and return at five, pulling levers and typing documents. They go home plug in to their phones and become programmed by the programs. They don’t have a mind of their own. They think they are free but are not, never have been. But they get lazy, sick, die, retaliate sometimes, ask for more pay, go on strikes. These are the limitations to our previous system. But with the symbiote, those limitations will be a thing of the past. Even after you die, your body will be used. There’s no escape from this Matrix for the human body. However, the creative minds who are successful will get to reign in this world while the people who barely get by will be set free from their misery.”
“You know I always thought that you were the good guy. But now I realize that you’re just as messed up as the Midnight Robber.”
“It doesn’t have any more good people in this world Jed. You should know this by now.”
“I still can’t believe that the world leaders even supporting you in this,” I said.
“We are all opportunists Jed. The world leaders know a great opportunity when they see it. The Egyptians, the European colonies and dozens of other people embraced human extraction as the most efficient way to get work done. That has not changed. The only thing that change is the people. They didn’t want to be slaves anymore so they fight back and rebel against their slave masters. They had the will to fight but when you remove that will they won’t fight. That’s what the ACT Programme has become. It has gone past just petty local characters. Now it is about the ability to edit human DNA without limits. That’s what the world wants and that’s why the world has been so supportive. China sent us workers, Russia sent us workers and even Rural India. I see that you already met one of the Indian immigrants already.”
“Who’s that?”
“Don’t let her accent and name fool you, you are more Trini than Sara-Lee would ever be. But also don’t be fooled by her frame, she could kick your ass in 22 different fighting styles. She’s a very talented fighter just like her mother. But I was less interested in their ability to defend themselves and more interested in the scientific value of the Singh family,” Jeremy said. “I linked up with Indian scientist, Suraj Singh over the internet because he said that he was working on something similar in India. You know, like recreating idols. I invite him to the Twin Republic and after talking with him I decided that I needed to work with him — personally. I make a place for him and his family and welcomed them to the Twin Republic with open arms. We was going good until he decide to feel the need to play hero and oppose me and my authority.”
“What did you do to him?” I asked, concerned.
“I do what I does do to everybody that oppose me. I inject him and leave him out in the wilderness to change. I injected his children as well and sent them out separately and I kept his wife for myself. She was very useful around the house,” he said with a laugh at the end.
“So he could still be alive then?” I asked.
“Some of he children alive. I won’t be surprised if that bugger out there plotting against me right now. He was always a sly one. But he could never get past security. I should have just killed him but The Midnight Robber told me to inject him and let him suffer in the wilderness. Seeing your enemies suffer is more fulfilling than their death.”
“Okay,” I said. I had heard enough.
Jeremy then leant back quietly, looking me in my eye and fingering the gold ring on his finger patiently awaiting my response.
“You’re going to kill me now right?” I asked.
“Nah man. What you take me for? A MONSTER?”
“So why do you want me around?” I asked.
“I need an heir to my throne. I’m not going to live forever. Even the Midnight Robber grows weary.”
“You want me to be the heir?” I asked.
“No no. Not you. My grandchild. I want my grandchild to take over,” Jeremy said.
