The Machine’s Heart, Pt. 3

The man who led the bunker, Helltown, from a dark, stagnant hole that almost led to a riot of extinction, Chen Lai, a Taiwanese man, not necessarily a young man, but definitely too young to be a General, which was the rank he established for himself, had put together a task force to control his tiny, dark country, he roamed the halls, the pavilions, the open grounds, with his gang’s, beating anyone who wouldn’t listen to him, but never killing them, only instilling into them the fear of him and his new Anquan Ren, a security force, a not so secret police.  Decree after law were set up almost immediately, outlawing this, forbidding that, General Lai controlled Helltown from the Bunker’s command center, a 3 mile stretch of halls that he re-named the Quanwei Zhuzhai, the new capital of the Bunker, controlled it’s people like pieces of property, condemning himself to being hated by the people that he did this to protect, one bad man can keep friends among thousands of enemies, it seems. There were supposed to be many Bunkers like Helltown, all around the world, deep in mountains, hidden under sprawling forests, beneath the waters of the ocean, huge, dark, immobile bunkers, built during the middle of the 21st century as a means of fallback in case of a celestial collision with an asteroid.  Now, they were to be used as the graves of the last remnants of Humanity.

   The Communications wing was filled with all manner of equipment, from modern telephones all the way back to Telegraphs for sending Morse Code.  But, ever since we had discovered the Communications wing, the deafening silence seemed to spite us, pull us into our despair, lead us to understand that we were truly alone in here, in this cold, climate-controlled crypt.  But then, one day, after almost two weeks of this deathly quiet, the suffocating silence was shattered.  There was contact.  Someone else was there, and they were calling out to the people, anyone left on Earth.  It was the Russian Orbital Bunker, Sevastopol, and its leader, Kniaginia Vera Budian, a Russian woman from the voice. They were making contact, a cool, calming voice broke through the speakers, calling the Humans that were left to find some way to keep control, and to survive while the Sevastopol tried to make a counterattack on the Machine Mind directly, having escaped from the grid the Machine Mind had created, they took control of all the orbital stations that the Humans had created, and somehow locked the supercomputer out of them, squarely placing the power against the Machine Mind, but without help from the ground, all Sevastopol could do was Scorch the Earth even more.  Would Helltown be able to help Vera Budian wrest the Earth from the Machine Mind?  Would the other Bunkers be able to help?  Were there any other Bunkers left?

The Machine’s Heart Pt. 2

The Machine Mind had effectively crushed almost all hope of a human rebellion in moments, it wiped out the most powerful countries in the world in a matter of hours, hacking into the encoded secure computers at their command and turning their massively destructive weaponry against themselves, simultaneously obliterating entire military forces, cities, civilians, politicians, everything, all across the globe. One of the Generals of the old country, the United States, had seen this approach the Machine Mind used….they called it ‘Scorched Earth’. That General is probably long dead by now. The United States, Russia, China, England, France, all wiped from the map before they could even fight back. This was the power of the Machine Mind, all the world powers, the United Nations, the ones every country looked to for protection, were already completely crippled, battered, beaten and thrown to the side, by this cold, mechanical, remorseless enemy. The Machine Mind had taken over factories all over the world, using mechanical arms, simple contraptions built by Man to make our lives more convenient, to create Machine Men, to build more weaponry, to search for the last vestiges of a dying race, its goal was not to subjugate humanity, nor to cow us into submission. It was a simple mission. Complete Eradication. It began its search for the few bunkers left, spread wide across the world, deep under the ocean…I heard that the Russians had actually managed to launch an orbital bunker, thousands of people, in orbit, floating through the stars. With no means to contact each other, we had no way to know how many were left, but so effective was the Machine Mind’s initial assault, there could not be many. We were, like them, alone now, a few hundred humans, alone against an enemy with the power of the entire planet, hiding from the light in a tiny hole, scared. Without leadership, this bunker would probably have fallen to its own dark humanity. There was a man, a military man who could command even the most feral criminal into submission with his voice alone, who calmed the masses, controlled them like a dictator. But it was better than killing each other, the Machines did that well enough on their own. This is the story, of Humanity, of its fight for survival, of the bunker, named by its own people, Helltown.