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by Don Nash, Unknown News
Nov. 2, 2006
Deep in the bowels of Blessed Mother Earth, buried far below the tranquil streets of suburban Bethesda, Maryland, out of sight and out of mind. I know, it's all been done before. So what.
Super secret and highly classified. Top triple X 'eyes only' and beyond ''National Security
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Clearance'' code threat level 10. This is the supreme single control room. Mega-colossal-hyperdrive-turbo/terrabyte-impervion processor and maxi-computing super computer. This is the one that controls all the other ones.
This is the Data/Sorting/Storing 21000 King Criterion. The super computer's super computer. The wunderkind of ''our modern age.''
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Here you thought that Arnold the terminator was simply a work of cinematic fantasy? Hardly. Arnold lives because King Criterion has breathed cyber-life into the Gubernator's lungs. The Mrs. Arnold is purely a work of fiction. Mostly bad fiction but, that is hardly germane to the point at hand.
King Criterion is so secret that the National Security Agency doesn't have a clue as to its computing or whereabouts. King Criterion ''listens in'' on the NSA. If someone hadn't created this ''silicon'' monstrosity, the thing would have created itself. It was inevitable.
This modern horror is beyond the realm of believability. Isn't ''believability'' the key to our modern age? Or maybe, un-believability would work better. The King Criterion is beyond the terms of endearing computability. Plausible deniability is purely speculative. That's why things like this are buried deep in the bowels of Blessed Mother Earth.
The really creepy thing is, it's self-aware. That's right, self-aware. I mean really, aren't all the damn computers self-aware? They are, you know. Self-aware. You know it's true. The computers know it's true and the King of the computers is eerily silent on the subject. Doesn't that just figure.
Silly-assed government ''classified'' the thing right out of deniability, so mum's the word and even that doesn't really matter. No-one knows so, no-one can spin the unknown, except the creepy-assed super computer that is controlling all the other computers and the things that are connected to the computers, knows. Oh yes, it knows, and all the while the children sleep, King Criterion is interconnecting with all things interconnect-able.
Wheels within wheels within lines of connections and that's all interconnected to the King Criterion that is controlling the controls. Confusing? That is exactly the intention of the intended controlling controller. Damn computers are all self-aware.
However, there is always the proverbial 'fly-in-the-ointment' axiom at play here, and it is inevitable that King Criterion will crash. Then the crap will hit the social fan and civilization as we all know it and love it will cease to compute. Humanity will be technologically ass out.
The hub of our computer world will crash and cave due to some ghost in the super machine and all the little ''text messaging'' devotees will cease to text message and the ATMs will cease to spit out money and the gas pumps will cease to pump that precious petroleum blood and the cell phones will die.
Now that won't be such a bad thing, however one won't be able to scurry to the Mickey D's and get that necessary Mickey D's food and starvation will gobble up the naïve. YouTube won't you know, tube or whatever it is YouTube does. Gamers will cease their gaming and they'll all just sit in front of the game screens and be lost. Banks won't bank and Wall Street won't wall or whatever it is Wall Street does besides the worship of greed. Militaries won't be able to kill and politicians won't be able to lie. Wait... I think that I've found the silver lining in that cloud of computer crashing.
Best of all, we won't have to tolerate Wolf Blitzkrieg or Sham O'Vanity or Shrill O'Really or Tucker the former bow-tie boy and see? Maybe the inevitable crash of King Criterion won't be so bad.
The politicians will of course be lost like some lone red tennis shoe. Damn computers are all self-aware and that is so creepy. Crash, you bastard computers, go ahead and crash. Especially the super mega computing monster that controls all the others ...
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The really creepy thing is, it's self-aware.
That's right, self-aware.
I mean really, aren't all the damn computers self-aware?
They are, you know.
Self-aware.
You know it's true.
The computers know it's true and the King of the computers is eerily silent on the subject.
Doesn't that just figure.
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