The ADAM CODE: Back To Eden

by Michael S. Meusch

  “Send analysis.”

  The watch lit up, and a hologram on his watch moved a ray of light over the object. His watch read in green writing analysis completed. Jack out the implant in a small bag and sealed it. He would get the results in a few hours, and he was hoping to crack this whole thing soon. He had been on this case for several months. UCOA was giving him pressure and putting more and more heat on him. He was getting hungry and wanted a quick bite of (synthshi). A lot of thoughts were floating on his mind while walking the streets of Numar district. It was a bad side of town. If you wanted VID or RIP (retnal eye product), this was the place. The UCOA tried outlawing and arresting VID users and RIP a few years ago. Now they allowed the .003ml, but there was a new movement on the rise. Calling for illegal amounts of the NTT ( neurotrantropics or/ neuro cake.

  Chapter 2

  The detour

  Jack lit a regular cigarette and breathed it in. He remembered all the reports coming in from cake heads and Rippers who fried their brains which resulted in a neurotransmitter overload. It's a nasty death. The user would foam at the mouth from epileptic seizures and then shock and finally death. These kids didn't care. He walked looking noticed a rat running in the night and scurrying through the streets keeping close to the walls remaining undetectable. They were all Euro trash and their parents before them came to the UCOA after the fall of nations and the war that decimated the land and the ancient ones. He waited for the traffic to change. A Lander splashed water on him as it passed by.

  “Son, “ of a bitch!” He shined his phone on the lander, and their TPS ID came up. He wrote a citation and sent it to the lucky occupants of the vehicle.

  “Asshole!”

  Jack dried himself off and thought long and hard. Why after all the undercover work and fake TPS ID’s finally after all this time. He was meeting up with one of the largest suppliers in the whole city. Pasn'e and Siri, this dynamic duel final, wanted to do a hook up with him and that was my connection inside. He was working on those girls for at least three months. His stomach was speaking to him, growling and jack were craving Synthshi. He walked into the neon lighted establishment. A Hologram appeared before him. “Lieutenant Ryan, what a pleasure! Please, come let me take your coat, and we have your favorite booth.”

  “ Citizen Pei, the same place will do fine.”

  Pei smile and he signaled the staff to seat Jack. Soon a waiter took him to his table. Ryan loved this place he was fond of sushi, and the Pe Long brothers were the best at synthesizing the tastes and texture of sushi. They were, in fact, Chinese, posing as Japanese sushi synth chefs. It was their generational craft. There was an enormous lighted dragon that stretched across the walls of the restaurant. At the mouth of the massive creature was a fortune cookie. Ancient Japanese kanji from old clippings of paper and movie posters before the great conflict. Jack looked at his phone the great symbol etched on the back of his phone. A large eagle with its wings spread out across the whole the circle. Under the eagle, eight connecting rings joined in a circle. Every nation that survived was here and After the fall of America and China, Russia, India and all other countries. What was left was the eight of the largest corporations in the world. Joined came together and made the UCOA. Jack thought of his childhood and how his parents took him to see the ancient ones before the great dissemination. After the fall of the three major economic foundations, that existed. China, America, Europe there was a complete economic shutdown all over the world. Eventually, a new currency called units was adopted by a new governing body, based on eight major corporations in the world. These companies made new laws and controlled the grid. Each had company had resources like gold, silver, and platinum, diamonds and other commodities. The old Governments were replaced by a voted in President, which we call the Administrator. The eight corporations each had its own contribution to the building of the UCOA. Apple used its resources with technology, infrastructure and restructuring the Internet now called the hub. Vortex was implementing medicines and technology for disease control. A Russian company called Haptec was influential in building structures and road bridges and waterways.The other were vital in things like production and scientific research, weapons manufacturing/ defense developmental products. These eight companies had deep pockets and were critical in conception and development of Megacity. These eight companies made up a city of 300 million inhabitants. That was all that was left after a series of events in earth’s history. Jack was dipping his synth sushi in the green liquid and chewed savoring every bite. He eyes become glazed over as he remembered the series of events that brought him to this city he now had called home, for for the last 30 years.

  He finished his meal and grabbed his jacket. It was now dry, and from the incident earlier it was hardly noticeable. Jack look at the time 1:00 am. Nothing ever closed in Megacity city. Shops stayed opened 24 hours and the city seemed as if it never took a break. One has to be careful, thought to himself as he was walking out and looked both directions of the oncoming traffic. He remembered his days at the academy. They would warp all night and day going to clubs and shops. He was plastered for three days straight and missed his midterms. He chuckled (warping was my ages, drug of choice.) He recalled his friend Sanjib, giving him a small red cube with a place for your mouth. (He was one stellar son of a bitch.) The lights of the city all were changing in unison, and he headed back to Corporate headquarters. Jack wasn't innocent, and like most wild youth, he had his share of fun. He drew the line at drugs the killing innocents. Sure Warping gave you a great hangover once you stopped. It in no way would kill you. Mostly young Eurotrash, which didn't necessarily mean from Europe. It became a generalized term over time. Eurotrash was the nickname for people that came to Mega City and didn't do anything thing to make their life better or to give a damn. Hell, Jack thought to himself. (90 percent of the population gets Corp units as Part of being a citizen. It's not a lot but, it would feed you and clothe you or would be able to VID yourself into oblivion. )That’s where the problem lye and hence the name Eurotrash. The past would have called them welfare cases, but everyone received units monthly. The rich could decline their funding but it's was just accepted. It raised the prices, and the current inflation was finally taking effect from the long term effects. Megacity was still in its birthing stages. Only thirty years old and the UCOA had learned a lot from past civilizations. Rome, Greece, and the New empire the United States. Jack remembered, learning in in his earlier education, the United States ruled through a new type of control; diplomacy. Rome conquered its lands. America used the idealization of capitalism and freedom throughout and enterprise.

  Jack surveyed the area around him. He found the ATM. He moved his wrist watch over the scanner that blocks the entrance. Once passing through, and then voice sounded.

  “Thank you, citizen Ryan.”

  Jack winced and walked over to the line waiting for the ATM (auto transport metro). Within minutes the soundless Air Transport Mobile vehicle was announced by flashing lights and sound from the speaker.

  “ Stand back and wait for the doors to fully open and the ATM to come to a complete stop. The announcement finished. And the ATM hatches opened towards the sky. Jack sat in his seat, and another voice and screen appeared before eyes.

  “ Welcome Citizen Ryan” it's program was reading his TPS ID.

  “ Your destination citizen.” Jack puffed on his vapor and barked out a command.

  “ Corporate, “ police headquarters.” He looked out the window and was watching the horizon and the massive walls,separating them from a world of chaos and destruction. Jack knew the old wise tales he heard as a child. Past the dome was nothing. They were the last of the human race. The rest annihilated through war or fractions was fighting to gain control. Now all that was left was 330 million people. He recalled being told in school that all the animals perished in the great decimation. It was through faith in the UCOA that the animals and the ancients would live again.

  The train glided past buildings and sto
res occasionally stopping and loading up more passengers.

  Jack reloaded his vapor by the light on the end. He thought about the what his teacher had said. The ancient ones would soon be brought back to life. Literally, every plant on the earth perished after the massive solar flares of 2100. It was the size of Jupiter and stretch out and hit earth and the other planets. The soil after that changed and never was the same. The referred to outside of the Dome 100 miles was the Deadlands. There nothing lived and to leave Megacity was suicide. Jack peered

  At the skyscrapers and buildings of white and blue jewel tones. The city was unified and brought together by a same monochromatic white and blues. Tone on tone white with etched in designs on the faces of the buildings. The elongated designs seemed to stretch to the tops of the buildings. SAV (self-automated vehicles) were own by either the UCOA Transportation systems or Corporate Police or the wealthy. Jack drew in his vapor and played with his hologram controls. Moving his hand left to right directing the software to skim the News. He went to the Hub site. He looked out the speeding ATM. A flying SAV whips by the vehicle.

  “ What the hell?” Jack watch the ship leave citizen restricted air space. Then his attention switched back to the female announcer.

  “ You have arrived at your destination citizen.”

  “ Captain Mathews has been notified of your arrival.”

  Jacks watch went off.

  “ Capt. Mathews, I'll be there in 5 minutes.”

  “Officer Reynolds will meet you and fill you in.”

  “ Mathews out!”

  Jack was getting the blow off, and he knew it.

  “ But… Sir…?”

  He brushed off his dark gray pants and straightened his black tie. The ATM came to a stop, and a woman in business attire was waiting for Lieutenant Ryan at the exit. She had beautiful dark red hair and Ultra white skin. Her her neck was long and well defined. She was tall and looked as if she was top physical form. As He moved closer to her, she had a pleasant smile and about her. Jack thought to himself. She walked up.

  “ Citizen Ryan, “ He nodded, and she continued, “ They're waiting for you.”

  “ Tresnian?”, “ Just saying.”

  I open my eyes “ English huh?” She nodded and smiled.

  “ What's a Tresnian girl doing speaking Ambonic English?”

  “ I'm humbled.”

  Tresnian was a language thought brought all the major languages together. Only the elite spoke it, and it was a large determining factor of where you went to school. It was an elitist corporate UCOA glamor kids language. That was why was surprised that Siri would be caught dead with Pasn'e, was definitely euro trash. It used to not be like that. The UCOA gave a lot of promises in the beginning. It was oligarchy with one AM with elections every ten years or so. The reigning Administrator was voted in 3 times. There were regulations of powers. If you were voted In by the people directly that count as votes of the districts. So if everyone voted yes that 12 votes. There were 5 delegates per company. They each received 5 votes per district. Sixty votes per company. 480 votes in all. So the balance has always favored those in power. Unless your district and company you worked for won the election.

  The red head rolled her eyes. And turned walking in the direction of her SAV.

  “ Div lid hat be tat rom.” She sarcastically smirked.

  “ Is that better?” she retorted. Jack walked with her. She walked with confidence and held her head up high. She was confident, strong woman. Jack followed her to her parked SAV.

  Jack thought about the Ambionic English. He was monitoring the streets in varying districts for a few years then out of the blue his was given a promotion to Lieutenant drug enforcement dep . He just went through the motions.

  All or lot of cops spoke Ambonics English. Some other languages. We all had translators on collars , but they made everyone sound like beef bots/ love droids. He prefers the later term.( droid prostitutes). So that's the other reason the glamor kids(rich), and some parents were learning a new language. It was a clear and intentional act the corp brats separating themselves. Forming a new gradual legacy of royal blood in the society.

  She looked at Ryan and touched her SL7, and the door opened.

  “ Sarah.” She held her hand out. Ryan shook her hand. She had a firm grip. The SAV doors opened vertically, and she sat in the driver's seat and waited for Ryan. He had read about this particular SAV from the Hub. It was selling for 125 thousand units. That was Ryan's paycheck in three years if he was lucky. The vehicle was red and had dura-film applied to it. Nothing could penetrate the durafilm, and it gave off a brilliant opal shine. It's was considered by DuPont( one of the eight) an indestructible paint. Jack got in, and she waved her hand over the console. A voice came over the console.

  “ Hello, Capt. Reynolds automated or manual?”

  After hearing this, Jack put his hand on his face and was finishing cig. For the first time in history, smoking didn't cause disease or cancer as in the older days of his parents. It was also odorless, but unlike the Vape the smoke still stayed around and was annoying. And yes, still very addictive.

  Capt. Reynold hit a button, and the smoke was siphoned out.

  Jack looked surprised.

  “ Hey, That's a new one.” He was trying to make conversation. She took his cig and tossed in the trash.

  “ Please, lieutenant.” She slowly working her hand over the controls lifting the vehicle, and Jack saw the landscape change. The horizon line and perspective changed. He was now looking down at the people walking, and she leveled the SAV out after the lift and hit went into second gear, and they were off.

  Chapter Three

  Sabotage

  Riding on the waves of gravity the SL7 was a brilliant, fast machine. Sarah looked at Jack.

  “ Like her?”

  Jack responded

  “ it's, not exactly like the ads shown on the HUB.”

  “ It's my first time in one of these.”

  “I'm used to looking up at these.” Laughing making conversation with the upright tight looking woman.

  “Not down.”

  She made a turn, and her red, dark Amber hair caught some of the light filtering in from the sun.

  “ You’ll soon find out.” She smiled and brushed her hair with her hand. She said in bronze timbre voice.

  “ Screen left corner.”

  The Hub popped up and came into view on the right side of the front passenger side of the front window. She said

  “ SL7, code delta, Minor, 23409845.”

  A few seconds later a voice register and logged her in. A millage of information came up and a training info.

  “ What's this? May is ask?”

  She leered looking forward at the direction she was headed.

  “ Study it Lieutenant we have and hour before we arrive at UCOA Administration headquarters.”

  Jack rubbed his chin. Feeling the little bit of stubble, he did a second take at her.

  “I’m a cop, this is not in my salary profile.”

  She looked back and started laughing at Ryan.

  “Not anymore.”

  “Oh, Jack you are diff(clueless) right now?” She played with the controls and set the machine on automatic. Her chair turned, and she was peering at him.

  “ Your badge has been revoked, and your security clearance has been changed.”

  Jack became defensive and trying to explain his actions to the Capt.

  “ Now. Listen, I followed all the UCOA guidelines and was given an anti neurotrantropics deactivation shot.”

  She was listening and had a very logical look on her face trying not to laugh anymore at his confused state.

  Jack continued, and she played along.

  “I had no Idea that VID was that large of a dose.”

  She stopped him.

  “ I don't want to embarrass yourself anymore Jack.”

  “Are, you, “ finished?”

  Jack put his hand to his chin and peered at her. />
  “Pleso (please), continue .” Acting as if he hadn't made a fool of himself enough as it was.

  “I was given with authority to debrief you.” She looked out the window a second then turned back.

  “You been upgraded to UCOA Captain of special division per the AM.” She went to her phone and instantly pulled his TPS and bank account.

  “Congratulations!” She looked at his phone waiting for his response. His eyes open and his jaw dropped.

  “That's almost three years pay?”

  “but, I'm not… Understanding?”

  She laid back and closed her eyes turning away from the Capt.

  Jack watched her and was totally perplexed. (Why was the AM giving him special provisions?)

  Jack was playing this in head half the trip. While studying his new SAT SL7. Learning the program and the buttons and console. It was a lot to take In.

  Jack hadn't slept In over 17 hours and was starting to finally feel the effects of the downside of the NTT VID ride he took only hours ago. He was sure he memorized each feature of his car. He laid his head back, and sleep was taking him quickly and Without a fight. Capt Reynolds patted him.

  “Wake up, we're here!”

  The two arrived at UCOA administration headquarters within the hour .

  Jack was used to not sleeping. Sometimes his shifts ran 16 hours. But he was having after effects of the NTT in his system. And even though he had his shots for his undercover work. The anti-neurotrantropics shot couldn't stop the side effects of massive sleep deprivation. Jack felt he was about to crash.

  Sarah pulled the vehicle down lowering the the landing gear and open the doors of the vehicle.Inside the car was spinning and Jack was sweating. Sarah had a concerned look on her face. Jack step out of the vehicle and fell on his face, passed out.