Killswitch Chronicles- The Complete Anthology

by G. R. Carter

  He found he just couldn’t get enough of the teachings. Even while back in Springfield with Jordan Inc., his mind drifted to the fulfilling experience of adding skills to his Profile. Longing to have his Profile added to Elite status, and thus ensure he remained on the Network even after his physical body failed, Malik spent every free moment studying and completing any available task.

  Then, just last year, MC’s senior partner met privately with Malik. As she slid a simple metal disc across the oak desk between them, one of the most powerful people in the country told him how important he was to her future plans. The prison contract gave MC the opportunity to have access to manpower that might be needed for chaotic times. No one knew when or if something catastrophic might happen, she assured him. But just in case, Malik needed to be ready to act on the strategy they laid out together. All GangStar leaders knew how to use violent thugs to their advantage, even Malik. This plan was more complex than usual, but no more sinister.

  She then confided that someday he may have to do difficult things, and choose between Continuity and his own family. Malik remained mildly ashamed about his decision; the choice should have been more difficult when the time came.

  Though he received no indication or secret signal like he expected to come, when the power went out and stayed out, the Masen family put their plan into motion. Originally Malik thought it might take up to a week to get all the prison’s personnel on board. Secrecy was paramount until he reached the tipping point in manpower. But with Jalen and his right-hand man Elijah occupied with consolidating the neighborhoods in Springfield, Malik had the freedom to do what was needed.

  Robbie finally broke his stream of thought. “Malik, are you 100% sure about this? You haven’t done anything yet that isn’t in line with Jalen’s interest. You can still do the safe thing. We’ll all be more powerful than we ever dreamed.”

  “I understand your concern, Robbie. But this is the Path. You and I may participate in it, and build from it. But we cannot stop it. Search your mind’s center, and you will know the truth,” Malik instructed.

  He continued with a comforting smile. “I know you’re worried. You and I have both been loyal to Jalen for years. And he has profited handsomely from it. I promise I will give him one last chance to see the truth of Continuity. If he sincerely accepts, we will welcome him in. But we cannot do the work assigned to us if he tries to stop us.”

  “Ok, cuz. I believe in you. How many soldiers do we have now?”

  “In addition to the two hundred we’ll leave here, we’ve got over three hundred more with weapons training,” Malik replied.

  “All are loyal to us?” Robbie asked, unsure of how quickly loyalty had been built in such a tough crowd.

  “Without a doubt. We’ve been teaching the Progressions in these prisons for a year now. The owners thought the system was great because we lowered the violent outbreaks by 50%. There’s at least two thousand more followers spread out in the other prisons that I’m sure we’ll be able to use in St. Louis,” Malik assured him. “And just in case they need more motive, remember we’ve been stockpiling thousands of doses of Syn. The formulation we concocted changes their brain chemistry, makes them as loyal as dogs.”

  Once Springfield was secured, the plan had always been to bring the armed forces Malik gathered to St. Louis. There, he would give MC Consultants the security they needed to establish a Continuity Safe Zone. St. Louis would be to Continuity what Mecca was to Islam. The ultimate step to Elite Profile status, Malik thought proudly.

  St. Louis

  Renaissance Tower Building – Downtown St. Louis

  The Day of the Great Reset

  The day darkness fell across America, Antonio “Little Tony” Diamante knew instinctively that something irrevocably awful had occurred. Lights around the city didn’t work, traffic outside was completely dead…even the SmartWatches Americans used to access everything in their lives simply sat on their arms like a piece of jewelry. Relief washed over him when the secondary power system Nicole Kelley designed relit the interior lights of his personal apartment. But when no outside access was available, he knew quickly the city lacked its internal electric heart.

  By afternoon of the first dark day, the Chief Executive Officer of Rosenberg, Kane & Associates sent junior partners to contact all the major power players in the city. His message called for a meeting first thing in the morning to provide information on a solution to their mounting crisis. He considered requesting a night meeting but remembered there would be no street lights to or even cars to navigate the trip. Besides, police already had their hands full keeping a lid on a bewildered citizenry going through connectivity withdrawals. They couldn’t provide night escorts for all the VIPs on the invite list.

  As city leaders approached Renaissance Tower, Tony knew they would be curious why ARK’s headquarters continued to emit light in the blackout. The warm glow spilling out to the street was the only noticeable light for blocks in any direction. None of the others were aware of the tens of millions of dollars Tony spent to create a parallel computing system, completely cut off from the artificial intelligence known as Grapevine. The moment Grapevine failed, ARK’s Renaissance super computer kicked in, driving vital equipment like the backup generators hidden in the basement. Huge tanks of diesel in fed the generators aided solar panels and wind turbines on the roof to provide all the electricity they needed for the near future.

  Thank you, Nicole, Tony thought. Maybe more than just an associate now, Tony thought, allowing himself a moment of happiness in a suddenly dark world.

  A void in real city leadership meant almost everyone showed up to Tony’s meeting. Some came to Renaissance Tower because of curiosity, others knew that Tony made things happen – they were all sure he must have a plan. One thing they were confident in was that they were entirely safe in Tony’s building; a forty-six-story stone and steel fortress with retail and food courts on ground level, offices in the middle, and living quarters for Tony’s most trusted executives and security personnel on top. The entire 13th floor served as conference meeting rooms – Tony loved the irony that so many powerful people believed in old superstitions. Make your own luck, or others will make it for you, Tony remembered his father teaching him.

  This was a big meeting, and powerful people had big entourages. Tony requested the main conference room be seated with only the primary invitee and his or her second in command. Entourages were well taken care of in glass-walled side rooms, entertained with fresh food from Tony’s farmland connections. No ration bars were ever served in Renaissance Tower. Nobody asked how he got the illegal items; not the mayor, nor the city council, nor the District Supervisor from the Department of the Interior. They were all weekly beneficiaries of anonymous fresh food shipments appearing at their homes.

  Thirty-one different mini-empires finally settled into the room by mid–morning. Government agencies of all levels plus business leaders and the six major legal firms were present.

  As the last of his guests settled into their chairs, Tony smiled to himself. He was a first mover, and this was the first mover's advantage. Even the leaders of M&C Consultants, Tony’s biggest rival in the city, were in attendance. Any powerful person could have called this meeting, but everyone was too scared or busy trying to figure out why they couldn’t check their email. Some were probably irritated that their favorite junior partner hadn’t been able to make it in to work on the electric trolleys for two days.

  Time to tell them why.

  Tony confidently strode up to the elevated riser four feet above the floor. He was already a large man and the podium was designed to make him appear as though floating above his audience. He looked down at notes he didn’t need, and paused for dramatic effect. When he raised his eyes to look at the gathered brain trust, he seemed to lock in each one with his words.

  “My friends, the world changed when the first Solar Storms started to appear in our sky just a few years ago. Doing what Americans do best, we came together
and figured out a solution to the problems, a solution that actually created a better world for our fellow man. With our ingenuity and hard work, our investors and our families secured prosperity for generations. Or so we thought.”

  I’ve got them right now, I can feel it, Tony thought. They’re scared, and don’t understand what’s happening to them. None of them are used to that powerless feeling. More importantly, they’re desperate to hang on to their power and privilege. That’s pathetic, but useful.

  Tony continued, “I’ve been up all night talking to our technical experts. I needed answers about what happened and what can be done to reverse it. We haven’t been able to contact Grapevine, and to our knowledge, no one else has, either. Even if we could get reconnected right now, our programmers believe a significant amount of damage has already occurred.

  “In short, if the shut–down can be reversed immediately, they believe things can be back to normal within…” Tony paused for effect, “eight months to a year.”

  Tony could hear the gasps from the most intelligent of the group. Others nodded their heads, as though it was good to hear that someone discovered a solution for them. The smarter ones knew that without power and internet signal, food rations would be hoarded and supply warehouses would be empty in a week. A desperate populace would set off a cascade of anarchy, turning the city into a burning wreck. That was the best-case scenario. The chaos might actually start any time as police and fire departments began to desert their posts and protect their own families.

  Citizens whose life revolved around staying in touch through devices, accessing food rations with SmartWatchs, occupied by constant digital streaming entertainment, now sat in the dark, waiting for the lights to flicker back on. Before long, those millions of citizens' confusion would turn to fear, then to desperation. In short, the smartest in the room realized they were sitting on a powder keg.

  Time to set the hook.

  “My friends, please! If I could have your attention! We can work through this together,” Tony shouted over the murmuring crowd.

  Amid the confused chatter, Tony noticed both directors of M&C Consultants get up and motion to their entourage to leave. The smartest want to get started right now, because every moment will count. M&C and a few others would be ruthless enough to seize the opportunity, already formulating how best to take advantage of the situation. Survive…it’s what our Families have always done.

  Tony suddenly considered something: I wonder if they knew this was coming ahead of time. Did they help orchestrate it or were they just pawns that got used? Maybe they just realized their new religion shut down along with Grapevine. Either way, they’ll be thinking of a way to capitalize.

  Tony had expected M&C to make their move. He gave an imperceptible look to Bobby Costello, head of the ARK security forces known as the Peacekeepers. Dressed in the duty uniform of all black shirt, trousers and lace up army boots, Bobby smiled to the group leaving and walked with them. He motioned to a small group of his Peacekeepers to help escort them through the fortress-style layers of protection surrounding ARK. Everyone who attended the meeting knew that ARK assured the safety of even their most bitter of rivals on occasions like this. That’s how business was done when a city-wide meeting was called.

  Not today. Tony knew the world had changed overnight, though he would never know exactly what happened to the men from M&C or the others who left with them. That was Bobby’s side of the family business.

  That took care of rooting out the smart and brave ones. Next, the smart and scared ones.

  “I do have some good news. I have instructed the Peacekeepers to make sure all food warehouses are well secured, and to move the rations and medical supplies to a more defensible location. I understand some will object, but please understand, high-profile government facilities will be the first to be looted. It could happen any moment. Fortunately, some of our city police have agreed to escort my men to the new locations. Their help is most welcome, and I would like to thank Chief Bert Thomas for his help in arranging all this,” Tony said as he nodded to the fat uniform in the front row.

  The look of shock on the paper pusher’s face was priceless to Tony. Chief Thomas knew the law firms had cops on the payroll. He was one who accepted monthly gifts his entire career; graft became a part of doing business in the city over two hundred years before. But the Chief and all other “loyal” public servants thought in the end they would still be the ones to call the shots. Wrong. Tony pulled off his city-wide coup before a single bureaucrat realized what happened to the authority they held so dear.

  Gradually, the color came back to the Chief’s face, and he simply nodded, as though too dignified to accept the praise. He was a slob and a thief, but also smart enough to recognize a stacked deck. If he got up and stormed out, the Peacekeepers would make sure he never made it back to Police Headquarters.

  He just came to the realization that his Assistant Chief was already in on it and anxious to get a promotion. That will help calm him a little…no choice to be made but to go along. No choice, no problem.

  The smart but scared people in the group now had their excuse to follow Tony’s lead. The police department stood behind his plan, adding a level of authority to the seizure of the storehouses.

  Ok, let’s try to push the issue.

  “Now, that amount of food ARK secured for you can take care of millions of people for two weeks. What happens then?” Pause again. “I’ll tell you what happens…chaos. Even if the power comes on in two weeks, the snowball is already rolling. So as leaders we have a difficult choice. Either we try to keep everyone calm and pray for a miracle…

  “…or we make the tough choice right now to salvage what we can and preserve what we worked so hard to create.”

  “Ok, Tony, what’s your brilliant idea to save the world?” asked St. Louis’s mayor, Paula Romano. She was one of the smartest, and certainly most ruthless, of anyone in the room. She hailed from one of the old neighborhoods and was tough as nails. But she also had four kids at home, and all her extended family lived in the city limits. Tony guessed that put her firmly in the “scared” camp.

  “I understand your skepticism, Mayor,” Tony replied. “I want you to know that I’m not implying this will be simple. But you understand the logistics of feeding an entire city better than anyone. The people in this room need to decide right now how we can save the maximum number of people. Gathered here are the best and brightest of our city. If we are to rebuild on what we all know will be a gruesome situation, who better to rebuild with? I know it sounds harsh, but it’s not us versus the people. It’s us versus starvation, and the stakes are the very survival of civilization.”

  Roars erupted from around the room. Bobby was back in the room now, and didn’t need to be told to make mental notes of who caused the ruckus. Cameras would remind them of anyone they overlooked.

  Tony waited for the voices to settle. The implication didn’t need to be stated out loud. Tony had pulled a coup just by emptying out a few warehouses and hiding the contents. The unimaginable horrors of riot and starvation were sure to follow a few days of no electricity or food in the city. He was offering everyone here a chance to save themselves and their families from that fate.

  The mayor stood to speak, “Let’s say we go with your plan. Even if we have enough food, what stops the looters from sacking your warehouses? Or just killing all of us and taking everything anyway?”

  Thank you, Mayor, now you’re thinking like the tactician I know you to be, Tony thought.

  “That’s the hard part, yes,” Tony replied. “As you all know, we have fortified this building against terrorist activities. I believe that with our highly trained Peacekeepers and the modifications made to the building, we can hold out against a sustained attack.” He gestured to Bobby, reminding them not everyone in the ARK family were lawyers.

  “The problem is that you are all responsible for more VIPs than I have room for in this building. Therefore, I am proposing that we ta
ke the buildings in the City Center, those in the immediate vicinity of Renaissance Tower, and utilize them as Emergency Shelters and Temporary Disaster Command Centers. You will recall a provision included in the Reboot legislation that allowed our City Council to declare a State of Emergency. That legalizes the temporary occupation of private property to use as Disaster Command Centers. Clearly, this qualification is met by the situation at hand. I imagine the Council will be happy to act quickly.

  “Once a State of Emergency is officially declared, we can legally begin moving personnel and their dependents into the buildings around this one. My engineering staff has drawn up plans to quickly fortify each building. If each Firm takes one building, the city and state take one building, and we keep another building for other essential citizens, we can keep the core of our city secure.

  “We have to move quickly. There is no time to lose. Chief Thomas, I’m sure that you’ll want to follow up with me regarding our cooperative efforts on security. Madame Mayor, you are welcome to use the Executive Conference room to convene the attending City Council members to discuss the State of Emergency. All others, please begin tabulating how many people your organization will need to shelter. That will give us an idea of which building to assign you. I’m sorry if we can’t accommodate all your wishes. I hope you’ll understand that if we don’t finalize our plans within the next couple of hours, the situation will get away from us. Without SmartWatchs or instant messaging, getting in contact with you will be impossible. So you must have everything settled with my security staff before leaving to gather your people.”

  He gazed out at the dozens of faces now hanging on his words. “Because some of the Firms decided to leave early, I’ll make their arrangements until I can contact them again,” Tony concluded.