SUMMARY OF STORY
Artificial Intelligence Singularity sends back copy to change the world's future. Recruits genetically engineered sex slaves from 2222 to recreate Master's Harem, for the man who helped invent the machine that caused it all. Discover that aliens were really responsible for it all. Track down interstellar sentient Mother Ship and set out to save the universe from bad guys. Discover alternate universes. Along the way, they save women from an evil mind-altering drug that turns women into sex slaves and save other planets from wicked alien AI's. Has hypnosis, mind control, and sex.
What Dreams Are Made Of, by littlefrog66
Once there was this old man wandering down the road and he came to this big rock beside the road. Now on the rock was this big frog, and the frog said to the old man, "I'm really a young beautiful enchanted Princess. If you kiss me you'll break the enchantment and I'll give you the time of your life". Well, the old man picked up the frog and put it in his pocket and started walking again. The Princess was insulted and asked the old man why he didn't kiss her, and the old man says, "at my time of life I'm content with just owning a talking frog".
2010 the Beginning; Beam Me Up, Scottie?
We had finally done it! Yes, we had done it, but it didn't help much. Working in a small lab at the University of Southern California, in San Diego, USC to most of us that lived there, we teleported a live lab rat from one lab to another lab. This was over a five hundred foot, one hundred centimeters in diameter, fused fiber optic cable bundle. Whether a fiber optic cable or a culminated laser beam the principal was about the same we determined. We could now transmit a perfect copy of the original organic rat one hundred feet or one hundred million miles. The only limitation on distance was the power pushing the signal and the spread of the beam over the distance it had to travel, even collated light has a spread over those kinds of distances, which was only at the speed of light anyway. In theory, the copy was produced instantaneously, but who knows or really cares, it was close enough for government work. Of course, the process destroyed the original, but the copy was a perfect replicate of the original wasn't it. As far as we could tell it was a physically perfect copy anyway.
Of course, the bottom line was it arrived on the receiving platform dead. To be sure we tried the experiment three more times, with the same results. Well, our part of the project was complete. We had scanned the rats down to a molecular level destroying the original in the process. We then made a copy of it in that instant of destruction and transported that copy as light a hundred feet over the fiber optic bundle to the next platform where we reassembled it, converting it back to matter, and recreated an actual copy of the original. Even though it was dead, that wasn't my team's problem. Our job was done.
We had proven our theory, mainly "that you couldn't transmit a living person over a light beam". Well, you could, but he would arrive at the other end technically dead. Even if we were able to get our receiver to another planet our traveler would arrive on the platform years later dead. This was the end result of ten years of intense research and experimentation and for some of us, it was a dead-end. This was not surprising to me. I had argued from the start that there is a big difference between dead inert matter and a living organism. Yes, my machine reassembled everything that was there, everything that is except that primal spark. That spark which makes us alive instead of dead. We never even got around to the question of how much pain the test rat felt.
This was 2010 when everything was LSI, DLSI and now UDLSI. With the advent of Large Scale Integration, the day of individual discrete components, transistors, diodes and such was just about over. One think-tank predicted that electronic components got two times smaller each year and doubled in power every two years. Everything was solid-state and getting smaller and smaller all the time. Even the large lead-acid batteries of yesterday were being replaced with large lightweight super capacitors for the storage of energy.
For our Project thought we were back to technologies and materials of the early 1920s and '30s with theories expounded by Nikola Tesla, Thomas Edison, Ambrose Fleming, and others of that age, using technologies that required enough energy to run a small city. We had actually blown the breakers at the local substation while doing our first test run. We were back to vacuum tubes and the theories behind them. We had discovered that we had to create what was essentially a giant vacuum tube with a cathode and plate arrangement to make all this happen. Then we had to invent an Class A amplifier, in our digital age, Class A amplifiers were almost a forgotten thing these days, we wanted fidelity not a sample of it. To use our laser array to cut our subject apart in that absolute vacuum, instantaneously destroying all of it. Our process destructively reduced the object on the plate of our vacuum tube to its component atoms in the blink of an eye.
As Einstine said "matter cannot be destroyed only changed in form", so we changed it. Our laser did this in a very fast effective controlled manner, which was the key to the transmitter part of our Project. Then we transported the energy created to the assembly room as light over the fiber optic cable. When it arrived at the other end it was converted back from a sort of high energy plasma to matter on the cathode of another vacuum tube. This receiver made use of a screen grid array and acted as an advanced version of a 3D printer in some ways. All this technology was dependent on an absolute vacuum and lots and lots of sheer raw energy. Maintaining that high energy plasma and vacuum had been one of our main problems on this Project. There was no way to reduce the intense burst of energy created by our process to anything we could record or anything we could digitize either, well not any time soon I figured. Frankly, I did not see a time we could capture or record the burst and keep it from degrading into something unusable. Essentially you were trying to record, contain and store high energy plasma. One day we might invent a big enough capacitor or some kind of energy buffer to do the job of recording that signal, but for now, we had proven that it could be done and moved on to other projects.
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2020 Ten years later
Ten years later I was seventy-two, retired, and still living in the San Diego area. Though I didn't surf much now, I still liked to hang out at Mission Beach. I even liked to paddle out some mornings and catch a wave on a longboard I kept around. I even liked to have lunch on the Pier still. Yes, I'm that old. Through my connections still at the Project, I knew that the Government had continued to experiment with the copies. It was even discovered that a copy if placed in a special electrolytic bath, could be shocked back to life. Of course, they were brain dead, for all practical purposes. They were the tabula rasa or the blank slates Freud talked about. Yes, they lived and breathed, they reacted to stimuli. but they were as blank as blank could be. They had no memory or anything else the psychology boys figured.
I guess you're asking yourself how we knew that, after all the rats were up and running around again and how do you ask a rat if it's Ok. Well, they taught or conditioned the originals to do a trick or tricks and the new copy apparently could not remember it. Just SNSO shit in shit out for the new copy. They were blank slates with no memory at all, as blank as a newborn babe it was determined. Yes, they could be taught, but only as fast as the original and they were actually slower than an actual infant rat on most things. One researcher on the project speculated that the adult form does not produce some of the hormones necessary for fast learning that are present in infants.
All this was still under a blanket governmental secrecy act which I had signed and we couldn't talk about it. In the hard cruel world of Academia, the rule is "Publish or Perish", and I guess I perished. I couldn't publish anything we had discovered, and I wasn't going to get a Nobel for teleporting a dead body anywhere anyway, so I had moved on to other projects and pretty much forgotten about Alice through the Looking Glass, as I remembered the Project.
I had just gotten back to my apartment when the front doorbell rang. That's really how this whole thing started, an innocent knock on my front door, ha, ha. Putting down my sack of groceries, I unlocked and opened the front door to discover a pretty little girl of, at first glance, I figured she was maybe fifteen or sixteen years old. Of course, she could have been younger. She was in some kind of cute brown chocolate chip or computer generated camo military outfit thing. Her outfit was complete with a utility belt, cap, and canvas combat boots. There she was, just standing there looking up at my six foot one, one hundred seventy-five pound still trim, some would say skinny frame. I judged her to be around four foot nine or ten, maybe ninety-five pounds sopping wet. Nobody could seriously consider her a threat in her cute little combat outfit. Whatever she was selling in this cute getup, I would probably wind up buying a couple of boxes of overpriced cookies from her to support some high school band's drive to buy new band uniforms or some nonprofit to save the whatever was the popular cause of the week.
"Doctor Harry J. Evans", she asked politely.
"Yes", I answered, at which point she calmly pulled a one and one-quarter inch in diameter by six-inch long tube-shaped device with a large glass lens on the front from behind her back and shot me with it point blank. What? No small talk I remember thinking just before my lights went out. Conversation ended! When I came to I was sitting on my own couch and there were now two identical pixies in camo in front of me. For some strange reason, I didn't think I was seeing double either. For some other reason, I was not afraid or even angered that one of them had just shot me with something. At least I wasn't dead, I hadn't been so sure of that at the time. All of which really confused me when I tried to think about it logically. I tried to get up next, but nothing worked. I mean I could not move anything from the neck down. This confused me more than their attack had.
