by David Beers
The Singularity
by David Beers
Copyright © 2015 by David Beers
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Also By David Beers
The Singularity: Box Set (Books 1-4)
The Singularity: | Heretic
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
The Singularity: | Traitor
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
The Singularity: | Emissaries
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
The Singularity: | Revolutionary
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Author’s Note
Further Reading: The Devil's Dream - A Thriller
Also By David Beers
About the Author
Table of Contents
The Singularity: Heretic
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
The Singularity: Traitor
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter
Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
The Singularity: Emissaries
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
The Singularity: Revolutionary
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Author’s Note
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The Singularity:
Heretic
by David Beers
Chapter One
Caesar first saw the living liquidated at twelve years old.
He knew it happened; by the age of twelve, everyone knew what liquidation meant. Most of the time, one never saw a liquidation occur. The act was kept behind closed doors, hidden from society because...well, for obvious reasons. Sometimes, however, the door was left open if a statement needed to be made.
Statements, though, were less prevalent now than in the beginning of The Singularity.
Humanity, for the most part, had learned what it needed.
Caesar's parents didn't know he went to watch the liquidation. They would never have allowed it. Once in a while The Genesis made a liquidation public, for educational purposes, of course. Children, especially, were encouraged to witness them, although The Genesis never mandated it. Parents could raise their children as they saw fit, and if The Genesis deemed a child unfit, then that child would meet its own liquidation.
The buzz created by the impending liquidation reverberated throughout the children at Caesar's school. They termed these things ‘demonstrations’—had always termed them that as far as Caesar knew. A demonstration, like someone would show the crowd how to remove stains from a rug. And perhaps it was similar, the rug was society and the stain was whoever needed liquidation. They showed how The Genesis removed the stain.
"If you haven't told your parents about it yet, make sure you do!” The teacher said. “We sent home letters last week, and Patrick is passing out one that you can take home tonight. You're welcome to come alone, but it's always best to have your parents join."
These things needed to happen, Caesar understood that. Or, at least, he said he understood it. He wasn't quite sure he did, though. Tonight the man being liquidated had committed adultery. Caesar understood why The Genesis didn't want that happening. He understood that if left rampant, it could destroy the institution of marriage. He understood that adultery could lead to divorce, and divorce could lead to maladjusted children. He understood that maladjusted children grew up to create more problems of their own. The purpose of the liquidation tonight was to keep that cycle from beginning. The Genesis' entire purpose, perhaps, could be summed up in that: to keep cycles from beginning. Unwanted cycles. Cycles that held the potential to destroy the human race. The liquidations made sure that didn't happen. The man passing tonight could no longer contribute to the gene pool, thus lessening the chance of such behaviors occurring again. The public forum might also act as a deterrent for others considering the same actions.
"We want you to come so that you don't make the same mistakes. Your parents either," Caesar's teacher told the class.
Caesar saw the reasoning behind it all and yet it didn't feel exactly right. He wouldn't say that aloud, not to his teacher, his parents, or his classmates. They all bought in, just as he knew he should. He didn't know why he couldn't buy in and he didn't know what would happen if he questioned the process. If he questioned the morality behind it. He wouldn't be liquidated, of course, but he might end up on a path he didn't want to walk. You never knew what The Genesis contemplated. A question like that might not be noticed, or it might—and if so, any number of things could happen, and it was best they didn't. So Caesar kept quiet. It was for the best, both his silence and the liquidation.
He went to the demonstration at five in the evening. His parents weren't yet home from work and school had let out an hour and a half earlier. He rode the train, his eyes widening as he approached the stop, having never imagined this amount of people would show. He thought there might be a crowd, but not a festival. The train stopped and all the people he thought were headed home, exited at this stop. Caesar wandered amongst the crowd, following the moving trail of people, intuitively knowing they were bringing him to what he had come to see. Caesar looked at a group of five year old boys and girls being chaperoned in straight lines to the stage. Children of that age were never released, under almost any circumstances, but yet here they were, the same as him, ready to watch. He looked at them as if they were science experiments. He knew that six years ago he had been the same as them, but it had been four years since he moved in with his parents, and the life he lived before that felt like someone else lived it.
Food of all sorts was being sold and the smells made Caesar's stomach turn. He knew what was occurring here, knew what he was about to watch, and couldn't imagine eatin
g anything before or after. Not for hours. Watching a liquidation meant you watched the end of someone, the end of a life, and yet people were here celebrating like this was a birth instead. Smiles and sodas, laughter and lemonade—it didn't make sense to Caesar. He tried to block out the people around him, wanting to find the stage, to focus on what he had come to witness.
Why had he come?
He knew what it meant, knew—at least conceptually—what happened at these things. So what was the point of being here? He knew why his father didn't want him to come. It's not something children should see. We'll raise you right and you won't have any need of seeing something like that. Those things are for parents and children who don't know how to act. Still, Caesar was here, ready to watch something that horrified him. Ready to watch someone die at The Genesis's will.
The stage was twenty feet away but Caesar saw it perfectly. The man stood inside a glass tube. He was naked, and for some reason, his hands covered his crotch. Caesar found that odd: at the moment of his death, his crimes and life in front of a group of strangers so large that he probably couldn't see the end of them, he was most concerned with covering his genitals. The man's head had been shaved low, not bald, but close. Caesar could see him shivering, sweat dripping down his thin chest. The man might have weighed one hundred and fifty pounds, his frame looking frail inside the glass cage. Caesar didn't like seeing him shiver, cupping his crotch—it made him feel guilty for watching. Like he could see the man's thoughts, like he was peering into the man's head and watching something he had no right to see.
He was shivering and sweating at the same time. Caesar had never seen that before. He scanned the crowd around him, but no one else seemed as concerned. Maybe this wasn't their first time, maybe they had seen so many of these that the man standing in front of them held no more importance than a circus—just another spectacle to be seen. For Caesar, this was a person though, a human that was about to die, and more, the man knew it. The man committed adultery—Caesar had a vague notion of what that term meant, enough to know that he wouldn't ask his mother about it—and now the man would die. In front of these people, his entire life would be cast away.
Caesar felt the air change. Kids at school told him it would happen, that the air would stiffen, turn tense, full somehow. It changed all at once, not slowly, but fast enough so that he couldn't help but notice. One moment, the atmosphere was as it had been his entire life, and in the next, Caesar felt like he might have to swim to move ten feet to his right. The man in the tank felt it too. The crowd as well. Everyone hushed, all of the chitter-chatter ending as if a nuclear bomb exploded. All the eyes that were glancing around, looking at the hotdogs in their hands, or talking to the children playing around their feet—all of them now looked up to the stage. A metal thing, shining underneath the falling sun. There was no executioner, no one standing next to the man to press a button, or to pull a lever so that the floor would drop out below him, like Caesar had read they used years and years ago. The man was alone on the stage, and he had stopped shivering. He looked out at the crowd, seeing no one and yet his eyes falling on all of them, wide and frightened. His mouth opened slightly, a string of spit connecting his lips.
