Ava stared at the mirror, a reflection of herself in the mirror.
“Snap out of it, Ava; it’s just a nightmare,” she muttered to herself, her hand on the table.
Ava walked down to the table where a meal would be ready on a platter.
Ava would pick the utensil; she pitched her fork at the synthetic bacon and brought it to her mouth.
She then ate it, swallowing it through her esophagus.
She climbed up and did a hygiene cleanup, coupled with a shower.
Ava brushed her teeth; she tried to not look at herself, her mind trying to reel from the nightmare she had at night.
Ava then took one glance at the mirror, her wolf-cut hair, even the recall of her appearance, the memories when she got out, or the time she had isolated herself in the library for months on end.
Ava looked at the reflection of herself, leveraging her beauty to thrive in this society.
She stared at her reflection; she furrowed her eyebrows, her cybernetic mind trying to grok data in vanity.
Ava’s eyes then closed, and she said, ‘Nothing.’ She wore her chic shirt with a chic tie neck.
She joined up with Uncle Kurt, who drove through a secret tunnel connected to the underground facility, and arrived back at the same door, where it opened.
She entered and sat on a chair in front of it that had a large monitor, where blue light on the middle level of every wall began to brighten.
Ava looked at the monitor, awaiting the sentient’s arrival. Soon, something appeared on the display.
The Sentient had popped up on the monitor.
The same virtualized Cassandra with a uniform appeared on the screen.
The avatar begins to scan Ava’s clothes and parts.
“Hello, Ava—I see you are newly dressed.”
Ava sat in silence; the lack of love in her father’s presence was debilitating.
Soon, the entangled avatar begins to speak, “Have you ever thought about the inner workings of your cybernetics? I assume you might have already intuited the fullness of your cybernetics prior to our meeting.”
Ava begins to speak, “Oh, my cybernetics, they are God’s gift. I can learn, I can access, I can process, I am.”
Soon, Victor’s voice began to ripple through the air like a revelation, interrupting Ava’s voice, “But, the truth is, they are not cybernetics at all.”
Ava was stunned; she leaned her torso forward, her hands on the armrest of the chair.
“What do you mean? Not cybernetic? ”
The avatar began to laugh; it placed a hand on her stomach.
“You thought you were just a normal girl with cybernetics? I have read the dialogue between you and Yaren.”
“You are amusing.”
Avatar leaned forward, a twisted version of her mother’s digital avatar, with eyes that were extremely arrogant and twisted.
“You are not a human… Not at all. Your love, your need for friendship with others, and your intellect—they are not human.”
“Your achievements, your school grades, and your recall memory are not even human at all.”
Soon, the digital avatar then stood and said, “You are essentially a hybrid of computer and human, with all that stuff you have been capable of doing and the tasks or activities you will be doing in the future.”
“Yet,” the avatar began to shake its head and proceeded forward, “yet here you are doing foolish things that everyone does.”
“It’s as if people like you, the Geneautomate beings, still have disembodied humanity in them.”
“YOU THINK YOU CAN ACT HUMAN, WHEN YOU ARE NOT EVEN A HUMAN AT ALL.”
“HOW DARE YOU, HOW DARE YOU! Have sex with that pathetic Playboy rich kid! ”
“How dare you! I tried to make you different.”
Ava sat on the chair and watched her father, Victor, critique her nature without concocting a response against her father’s wishes.
Ava watched the virtualized younger Cassandra wearing some kind of military bodysuit controlled by Dr. Victor’s virtual consciousness.
It began to be dramatic; her hand facing downward, she clenched it as she looked up.
Victor, controlling the sentient, asked while pushing her head, “Tell me, subject-01. Have you ever pondered the nature of your neurobiology? ”
Ava was reluctant in her chair, her arms on the armrest, her head staring down.
Before looking straight at the screen, “My neurobiology is not normal; I have an intuitive understanding of even their bits. I assume my whole life I was governed and enhanced by my cybernetics from birth.”
“If what you say about me is true, about me not being an enhanced human, then I am an alien.”
“But I was given the same life as humans do.”
Victor then asked, “Are you really human? You think of yourself as an alien now, now that you caught wind of who you are? ”
“Confused?”
“Oh, don’t be; it really doesn’t matter anyway. ”
Ava, with fright, said, “I don’t really know.”
Victor answered, “Then you are here to find out.”
Soon, an iris door opening mechanism could be seen from the floor, before a long cylindrical container emerged. The hexagonal opacity from the side facing Ava began to dematerialize, showing a smartphone suspended in levitation.
Ava looked at it before veering her eyes at the monitor, bewildered. “What am I supposed to do with this? ”
Victor, through the speakers, says, “Why don’t you hack it with your own mind?”
Ava turned to confusion, where she then used her mind to brute force the very connection with the phone.
But as she does it, she begins to have a headache. Victor’s avatar twitches its mouth in disappointment as it shakes its head.
Ava then tries to connect her mind to the network to connect to the computer. Before the avatar speaks, “Pitiful trying to connect to the internet just to jack the phone through its MAC address; you are hopeless.”
Victor begins to speak, “How about hacking it without connecting to the internet?”
Ava became offensively confused and blurted, as she stood from her chair, her palm open as she stared up at the monitor, “What? What do you mean, it’s not technically possible to hack a device without connecting to the internet?”
Cassandra's Avatar face began to twist into pure rage, clenching its fists, and her mouth turned to a growl, and its eyebrows and eyes turned to malevolence.
“Don’t you DARE speak like that to me! I CREATED you, subject-01.”
Victor’s avatar then clenched its fists. “If you can’t hack it without connecting to the network, you are useless and a failure! ”
Ava, in an exasperated but passive-aggressive tone, replied, “Okay, fine, fine, I will try to hack it.”
Ava then swallowed her saliva and her ignominity at her father’s words, “I will just do it, even if it feels like magic.”
The sentient in the display rolls its eyes. “Oh my dear, advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”
Ava begins to approach the smartphone levitating inside the sleek white cylinder container.
“You say that as if you are an alien, in a condescending way.”
The Sentient did its devilish smirk, watching Ava approach the cylinder.
As Ava approaches the container, the wider and more devilish her father’s smile is.
Ava focused her mind on the trivial device; she conjured up in her mind some kind of hacking magic with the smartphone.
She began to raise her hand, her hand pointed towards it.
Soon, a mysterious force between her and the smartphone could be felt; the smartphone turned on by itself.
Ava gasped for air; it was clear what Victor was saying: her abilities are, by extension, not conventional at all.
But something incredibly inhuman, a connection between the phone and her—it was like techno magic was happening.
Ava stared at what she did; she withdrew her hand and gazed upon her hands, where her hands were in front of her, and said, “How do I just hack it? ”
“No, no, no!. My biology is the twining of technology to my fibers; it can interface with gadgets via electromagnetic field, and my stream of thoughts and commands control it around like shifting of bits.”
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Ava withdrew her hands, and her head glanced downward. “This isn’t what I thought my body could do; it’s like a living hacker biology.”
The sentient shows its mirth and satisfaction, saying, “Precisely, you are finally catching on,” hearing Ava’s conclusion.
The sentient apprised, “You are finally more or less understanding the sheer complexity of my power; it will be your vital tool for the future missions for the organization.”
“And then upon that revolution.”
Victor’s avatar’s eyes became extremely twisted, and his mouth began to distort, forming a smile.
Ava stood there reeling from her ability and Victor’s words.
Ava still didn't understand; she touched the chin of her head as she stared at the monitor.
“This changes everything I know about myself.”
“I have lived my life thinking I was some kind of supercomputer, not realizing I could interface with technology in an unusual way? ”
Ava performed a bio-analysis of herself, trying to capture a sense of humanity in herself.
Ava stood; she wanted to see if nanotechnology had really woven throughout her body. Her hands were upwards as her eyes and head glanced at them.
“My hacking of the collar—it was by your technology in my own biology, wasn’t it? ”
Her eyes widened in fear.
Victor’s avatar then spoke, “Oh, so you thought you coded it, but you really just understood the bits that underlie the code. The code to that collar, and its hashes,
Ava then recalled the scene when she was holding the tablet and impulsively downloaded the code and schematics of that tablet to her mind before erasing it from her digital mind.
Ava started to make her move; she walked away from the container, where she attempted to walk to the monitor.
“What do you think you are doing?!! Get back to your seat! ” Victor’s voice started to scream through the monitor’s speakers.
Ava grinned, with interest in her mind, before raising her hand to the screen and placing it down.
“Oh, just using what you taught me about myself.” Ava slowly closed her mind.
The monitor begins to flicker, and Cassandra’s avatar makes a disappointed gesture in its smile.
Soon, a turret from the ceiling pops out; the barrel looks like it was made of wrapped tube-like coils. It charges for a second before zapping Ava’s back at point-blank range.
A reverse function to disable her bioelectronics.
Ava then screamed, “Ahhhh, my, no, noo, noo. My cybernetics are being disabled; my mind is fading into oblivion! ”
She widened her eyes, as if the stress was overtaking her neural functions, coupled with the physical wound inflicted on her by the zap.
Victor, through the double-identity interface, begins to speak, “You think you are invulnerable and powerful; that’s your error. You think you can go against your creator just because you are a mix of technology and human.”
“DON’T FORGET AVA, I! MADE! YOU! ” Victor screamed with the lack of amusement at what Ava did.
Due to stress, Ava began to falter to the ground; it was like static electricity pulsed through her body. Hands on the ground, as her torso is above, she begins to grasp her hands on the floor before clasping them together.
Ava kept on holding herself; cybernetics rendered inactive and useless, she slowly stood up before making another pointless attempt to hack the monitor, her hand reaching out.
The more she tried to force the nature of her abilities and intelligence, the more useless it was.
“Shit, fuck! ”
“I can’t think properly.”
All she can do is think impulsively. Ava stood on her platform with fear while steadying her hand connected to her arm.
Victor then derisively said, “Know your place, you impudent computer! ” as Ava tried to reach her hand out to the monitor.
Ava crosses her eyebrows as she looks at the monitor. “Is that how you see me? A damn supercomputer?! ”
They both look intensely towards each other fiercely.
The Sentient then begins to smile with eyes that are curious.
The digital avatar began to move its mouth. “Every single bit of you reminded me of Cassandra, your mother…”
“I read the reports.”
“That attention-seeking, that need to rely on survival, the pathetic use of beauty—all illogical; the staples I find irreverent.”
The digital avatar stared down at Ava in agony.
“It’s impressive that she had gone so far down to seduce me to conceive you and him with only her sweet words.”
“But no matter, my brilliance will shine through the skies and will darken the clouds of Earth-X; therefore, a new generation of humanity will come, forever replacing the machinations of Cassandra and many more of the elites who drink from decadence.”
“A purely logical and efficient population”
“A haven of equality”
“Are you aware? What would you become if you weren't rendered a hybrid? ”
“You will be a mere average attractive-looking female…. Sleeping around and being frivolous—no more of those educational achievements or problem-solving capabilities. What do you imagine yourself to be, a boring IT officer or engineer? ”
“YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT MY TECHNICAL BRILLIANCE; EVERY ONE OF YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS IS A RESULT OF MY INTELLECT.”
“MY SUPERIOR COGNITION AS ITS SAVIOR! ”
“And you dare! Try to hijack the monitor with your hand, completely devoid of your defiance! ”
“How DARE you?! ” The sentient’s voice became spiteful and bitter; Cassandra’s digital imitation twists its beautiful countenance into someone venomous and ugly despite the clear skin.
The digital avatar of Victor’s eyes looks down at Ava, who is struggling with stress; the digital avatar stands mighty on the screen.
Where it begins to point down at Ava, “You make my engineering look like crap!!! ”
“You hear me, CRAP!!!! ”
“You pile of horse shit, disgraceful, vile, how dare you retain that! That need for sensuality! Even with my chastising! You still will go out and make yourself out! ”
“You are a disgusting image of her! ”
“HEEEERRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!”
As Ava struggled on the floor, she then glanced at Victor on the screen and began to smile. “You say that, yet you put on an appearance of Mother’s younger self on the screen—why don’t you take a look if you are compensating for something?”
“Chances are, you probably are.”
The Sentient glares its eyes down at her and screams, “That’s where you crossed the line, Subject-01.” The turret from the ceiling starts to point at Ava for another point-blank-range zap attack.
The turret began to charge its electricity outside the hull of the weapon, locked on Ava before it was disengaged.
Victor disengaged the weapon, and it returned to the idle position.
The Sentient began to compose himself and said, “Don’t get the wrong idea; I am sparing you from another reverse-function weapon, as it would only incur damages and, if worse, be permanent.”
The Sentient begins to rub its mouth on her digital lips, its teeth grinding against each other.
Ava then looked at the ceiling where the turret hid above the ceiling as she stood up and started mobilizing to the chair.
She recovered, her arms on the armrest; the idea of her being an enhanced human was gone. It was about her being violently coupled with scientific elegance to combine something alien and new.
The sheer revelation of this held around her body.
Soon, engineers and scientists rush into the door, where they bring a small device and tools that can interface with Ava’s cybernetics without invasive methods. The Sentient begins addressing the workers and orders them to update Ava’s patches.
“Make sure to update Subject-01 biology and patches; I am getting readings from her that permanent damage via electroshock is possible.”
“And once we’re complete with the new patch, I can discipline her more thoroughly.”
The Sentient speaks with more sinister intent along the lines of ‘discipline.’
They placed her on one laboratory bed, where inverse-kinematics arms are just using lasers to get readings of her own inner biology, enabling the robot’s advanced vision.
While scientists and engineers connect her to a terminal with a long terminal screen of command lines ready to update her.
She rested for 1 hour before emerging from the bed. She rose, her eyes looking at the scanners monitoring, which had been a silent pivotal point for her recovery.
Ava then soon departed from the bed, eventually outside the door, where she and the sentient met up.
Soon, a door back in the room opened, and out of it emerged Ava, walking back to the chair.
“Subject-01 has finally recovered, it seems. Successful recovery”
“So, what does my dear daughter have to say? ”
Ava stared at the monitor. “You shot me…! ”
“That was the time I transitioned from being superhuman to weak.”
The sentients listened with caution.
Ava implored the sentient, “If I were to be a weapon, and I am to be my mother’s successor, and if what you say about my intellect being a byproduct of your own scientific and engineering prowess.”
“I demand to have formal training in other talents than just academics.”
Ava concluded with her mouth, “Martial arts and other extracurricular stuff.”
The sentient’s digital paused itself; there was no twitching on the mouth and eyes, and all movements in the face had paused.
Soon enough, the Sentient relented, “Very well. I will be preparing you for other extracurricular activities and physical education.”
“In the meantime, why not learn something about yourself? ”
“Knowing that you are not merely cybernetically enhanced but something alien is just the first step to acknowledging my advancements.”
Ava sat on the chair and listened as the sentient explained everything that her unique biology can do.
Ava learned to harness her technobiology as a way to tap into wireless devices and many functions of her technobiology; the details tend to be technical and jargon-heavy.
She discovered many abilities, packed with multiple functions and failsafes, just like the time when she was alone while suffering from a lack of oxygen, and her nanotechnology fired a distress signal.
Or other times she recalls overdosing on serotonin-stabilized pills and was unable to mobilize until a security failsafe had enacted the protocol of releasing nanoparticles onto the blood-brain barrier for neural recovery by stimulating glial cells located at the side of or in the medulla oblongata.
Effectively learning that her biology has superior and digitalized life support systems.
Ava then began to ask, “I have been meaning to ask you, what is it that powers my unique neurobiology, then? ”
The Sentient replied, “Through genetic engineering and nanotechnology, the synthesized genome through silicon-like composition and nanobots made sure your neurobiology would share electrical output with the brain.”
“No, your brain is not just cybernetically integrated; it never was. It’s your default unusual neurobiology, your quantum resonance.”
“You are a computer, a biological one in a human vessel.”
Ava nodded. “I suppose it makes sense that I feel neither a human nor a computer.”
The Sentient from the large monitor screen affirms her belief, “Exactly.”
Ava then recalled regarding the dream she had, “How about the new prototype for recomposing the person’s gene with nanotechnology? ”
The Sentient grinned devilishly; it was not a brief polite speech. “It was a device that stretched moral boundaries. Ava, parents would offer their embryo for their survival or believe that by having them adopted during the embryo stage, they could ensure a better life for their children.”
“Extraction requires a smooth and stealthy use of a non-locality phaser, or in other words, careful quantum teleportation through quantum tunneling.”
“They now become lab rats, an extension to force my scientific agenda on them as my ambition pleases.”
“All modifications in your genres ensured a sweet and smooth integration with silicon-like nanofibers and nanosensors, all of which can compute bits in an exabyte capacity.”
“Clearly, you are aware of quantum computing.”
Ava answered, “Yes? ”
The Sentient begins to explain, “Pseudo-entanglement of your brain’s electrical field has to be prepped for nanotechnology, so no brain damage or even any nasty side effects would happen.”
“And yes, my dear beloved subject,” the Sentient begins, its mirthless smile and manic eyes.
“You are just learning more about how much of your human cells, the eukaryotic ones, were all tampered with by me.”
The sentient halted its lecturing about black boxes and stuff.
Ava widens her eyes at the amount of illegal genetic engineering done to her from the basic fundamental level.
“Then…? How did you develop my brain’s software and its operating system then? ”
The Sentient answered, retracting her devilish smile, “That’s the hard part to elaborate on. Your brain was receptive to signals since you were young; observations were made on how technology was clearly adapted to your neurobiology.”
“A working transceiver interface”
“As a matter of fact, I was proud to at least elevate one human to a new level of humanity.”
“And I can’t wait to indoctrinate more.”
“Furthermore, we observe through analysis how you can reason with our machinery or the computing being done through our systems.”
“I am not too sure if your neurobiology has this computerized operating system; all I know is that you have an exceptional affinity with technology that goes beyond normal computing these days.”
“Think of yourself as someone who has every computer part meshed with biology, but not just a bunch of circuits woven, but nanotechnology woven with your DNA.”
Ava recoiled, replying with a smile, yet her eyes were scared. “That’s crazy, creepy, yet cool.”
Ava then begins to look left and right, before turning straight to the sentient, “What do I do now? ”
The Sentient answered, “Well, time has already clocked in; you are dismissed.”
Soon, Ava left the room.
Victor, in some alien-like laboratory with purple-like lights, with a hood with a breather with grimly mechanical arms, looked at the floating interface with readings.
“Perhaps I should minimize voltages on my turret; I cannot have my subjects broken.”
The digital avatar of Cassandra pinched her chin as her eyes gazed upward, entangled between the avatar and Victor’s mind, who was working on something; the electronics inside his laboratory were scrambled with wires and green circuits.
The digital avatar then muttered, “I would like another techno-symbiote update or to create a device that can minimize electrocution.”
Ava soon returned home with the help of Uncle Kurt, glad to receive some revelations about herself, morphing her sense of identity once again, leaving her empty.
Soon she went to sleep, but as she slept.
A clandestine meeting was occurring in the boardroom of the directors of William Corporation, which stands on the chair with hundreds of executives and influential figures.
