by DD White
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The main difference between computer programming on Earth and quanta-nanocode programming was that the latter had been done on the subatomic level of existence to inundate the entire nature of reality. The ancients created quanta-nanocode when they learned to control two of the phenomenon documented by quantum physics. The first would be the subatomic applications of virtual particle physics when Nephapricans mastered control of the exchange of virtual particles between atoms, which held all atoms and molecules together. The second would be mastery and control of the phenomenon of the quantum states of atoms. With this knowledge evolved the quantum-bit that used molecules as a basis for storing computer information, or data reflected by the controlled atomic state of each atom in a quantum-bit molecule. Quanta-nanocode languages were created from the virtual particle exchange patterns that stored information in quantum states of quantum-bit molecules. On that level of computing control could be attained by the god-like ability to program a holographic quanta-optic-nanocode being with the power to imitate solidity such as Begalius. Also on that level of programming, a being like Begalius could create its own personal star-door universe of friends that were star-door functions, and quanta-nanocode programs who all existed as digital nanocode beings in a virtual reality where Begalius ruled supreme.
Begalius had now become the form of an Eigalli thanks to the quanta-optic-nanocode designing of Companion3112113. It visited a lush virtual garden bathed in a luminous morning light of gold that sparkled in the plentiful droplets of morning dew. Begalius approached another inhabitant of this star-door virtual reality known as The Gardener. The Gardener had his back to Begalius as he looked from under a hooded cloak at a 15 branch leafless tree that gave off a golden glow that faded into the simulation of the blue sky where the Doldoria day set ablaze by the star Dol. The simulation of the Dol star illuminated a morning sky that resembled the planet Doldoria, or Dol-2 in all its ancient second galactic age glory.
Begalius spoke to acquire The Gardener’s attention. “The Dol/Poa branch is going to lose its fruit, isn’t it Gardener?”
The Gardener did not look at Begalius, but instead leaned over to the Dol/Poa branch of the wormhole star-door connection tree, which had a small budding piece of fruit that looked like a shriveling prune. The branch leading up to the fruit became darker than the rest of the tree. “The fruit doesn’t look like it will make it as long as this invasive nanocode infection is collapsing the connection to the tree trunk. It looked like the wormhole tree would bear a fruit and finally blossom after a millennium of 15 empty branches, but now that looks like a false hope."
Begalius stood next to the Gardener while pushing its nose up to the dying piece of fruit on the branch. “The virus replicates faster than my ability to quarantine so far.”
At that Begalius morphed into a cloud of vapor above the branch that squished itself like a sponge to morph into a stream of water that soaked right into the branch. The Gardener showed increased interest in the patch of darkness on the branch Begalius had just disappeared into. Flashes of lighter branch started appearing on the branch itself. Suddenly the branch squirted a stream of water that morphed back into Begalius who had its arm around the neck of a blue Nephaprican with yellow hair. The ancient Nephaprican was now on its knees with long blond hair that covered its head and face. It looked kind of like a blue Viking to the Earth eye, and displayed strange tattoos all over its body.
Begalius smiled at The Gardener. “I catch these programs all the time, but they’re just creations of a central virus processor that I still need to get to.” He shook its virtual prisoner. “Who are you working for virus?!?”
The blue being became noticeably afraid. “I just follow my central programming orders. I … I don’t know where the boss is?”
Begalius took its cylindrical quarantine mechanism from its pocket and sucked the Nephaprican being up like something being sucked up into a vacuum cleaner. “That’s the only story I get from these lackeys. Please do what you can for the wormhole tree Gardener. I’m going to continue my pursuit of the virus’s central processing unit and get back control of my star-door.”
“I will do all I can my old friend Begalius. The virus influence threatens to inundate the entire star-door. It already oppresses the city of Doldoor, and threatens to take over control.”
“That’s where my hunt for the central processor of the virus must begin.”
Begalius traveled from there to the virtual city of Doldoor, which existed in its own virtual star-door quanta-nanocode programmed reality. The city of Doldoor had been created by Begalius to be a replica of primitive fossil-fuel age Pripican culture from long before there ever had been a galactic empire called Nephapricus, or even a Nephrican space program. Begalius had been inspired by readings about Pripican gangsters that it had enjoyed billions of Earth years before, during its formative programming. Begalius really just liked the styles of the automobiles at the time. Now the peaceful city became much more like those old gangster stories as a new gang in town exerted its influence on the local populace through thuggish extortion and drive-by gangster shootings. Most virtual inhabitants were in the form of Eagolim like Companion3112113. Programs in the form of Eagolim were a comparable size to the virus gangsters who took the form of ancient Nephapricans. The Nephaprican looking programs were like the same giant blue beings as the hairless Eagolim except that they had hair, which they proudly displayed at length with thick braids like old Vikings from Earth. Some inhabitants of Doldoor were of a smaller stature than Eagolim. They took the form of the Incaprican species of reptile that, for hundreds of millions of Earth years made up the beings that took over control of the Dol star-door at the end of the Second Age of Magphoreus. Incaprican civilization simply assumed control of the Dol star-door after the Nephapricans of that part of the galaxy simply ended up becoming extinct. They were a smaller human-like reptile species with green scales and large dark buggy eyes.
The program that managed the replication functions that were providing the Eigalli with all the new plants and animals that they currently enjoyed from genetic databanks took the form of a Dol Incaprican reptile. It had been managing a corner store in Doldoor city that enjoyed a large increase of business lately. Unfortunately that business had been followed by large blue bullies with hair everywhere that came there demanding that it close its store. They had authentic Nephaprican certifications, but the replication program told them it only took orders from Begalius, and had refused to close the store.
Now the store program behind the shop counter sensed that something was wrong. Already business seemed frightened away and even the streets outside had become empty. “Something is not right,” the store program said out-loud to itself. There could be heard the sound of an old fossil fuel vehicle driving up the street outside. “I don’t like this,” said the store program as an internal combustion engine vehicle noise approached. It pointed at the floor below, which in response morphed into a door on the floor behind the store counter. The store program opened it and jumped within just a split second before automatic gunpowder weapons sounded off while windows of glass shattered to pieces and everything in the store exploded with a rainfall of bullets. There had been a terrorized tension caused by events like this, which had blanketed the streets of Doldoor for some time now.
In an apartment in the downtown area of Doldoor Begalius had been hanging out with 113. She brought Begalius up-to-date about the Nephaprican gangs that came around asking for Begalius. She told Begalius that it can’t stay there for long or they would find it. She sat on the bed wondering if Begalius listened to a single word she said as Begalius prepared her makeup mirror to interface with reality beyond. Begalius thought it had now become a lot shorter than the Eagolim-looking 113 since taking on the form of an Eigalli, and maybe it had become time for a new girlfriend.
Deliadre’s face appeared on the apartment makeup mirror, and looke
d at Begalius. “Begalius! It’s good to hear from you. How goes the virus debugging?”
“It is trying to take over all the star-door functions. If it can’t take control of me it is going to take over the loyalty of all the star-door functions. I just need to shut down the central virus that gives out all the orders to the other virus programs running around.”
Deliadre sighed at the challenge faced by Begalius. “Out here we have learned that the source of your virus comes from beings that evolved from the Nephapricans of the great disappearance. They are large orange skinned beings who have been following Goag Ralus from above the galactic plain on a giant protoplanet; probably made out of one of the long lost stars.”
“This is all very fascinating, and explains my other difficulty with this virus. It has Nephaprican credentials threatening to turn the whole star-door against me, and then I will be the virus.”
They continued to talk while Begalius fished for any clue about the Devasuras. It found very interesting the fact that Incapricans had to write the program from instructions communicated by the Devasuras. A quanta-nanocode virus can’t be delivered by a quanta-communicator. Incapricans are not the same skill-level as Devasuras, which should provide Begalius with some kind of advantage.
The communication had been cut short when 113 screamed. “Begalius! The door!” That had been the instant a loud knock beat rapidly on the apartment door. Begalius said, “Don’t worry,” to Deliadre as it pulled its vest aside to reveal a shoulder strapped pistol. Begalius quickly darted by the apartment door with its back against the wall. It pulled out the cylindrical quarantine device and twisted it onto the end of the pistol like a silencer. Begalius gestured to 113 to open the door, but the pounding didn’t wait that long. Suddenly the door became kicked open and a big blue goon entered in time to grab 113. Begalius instantly sucked the virus being up in its pistol in time to dodge a bullet from the other Nephaprican shaped thug. Then 113 leapt on the bed to crouch against the headboard away from the melee.
Begalius had been about to suck the other thug into its quarantine mechanism when 113 said, “Oh Begalius! They’ll send more thugs. When will this end? I’m gonna have to move.”
It knew this was just going to be an endless battle to quarantine the minions, but if captured they would probably bring it to the boss it had been looking for. Begalius hesitated on the trigger to think for a moment. “You are right 113.” Then Begalius pointed the pistol straight up away from the target. The virus thug didn’t hesitate.
A gun went off. Companion3112113 filled the room with a loud blood-curdling scream. Begalius gripped its left side, speaking in a whisper. “Ahhhh! They got me 113. This should get me taken where I need to go. …. Where the central processor progra…..” Then Begalius collapsed on the floor. Another blood curdling scream came from 113 that echoed out the window into the already frightened streets of Doldoor below.
“Now don’t be struggling Begalius. We got you tied up real good.” Begalius awakened to find itself tied to a chair with a virus goon standing on each side of it. They pointed guns in the face of Begalius. In front of the chair a boss’s desk left the distinct impression that the bearded blue fat guy behind it in the desk’s large chair must be the boss.
“You gave me quite a fight star-door being, but now you’re gonna listen to my offer and you can take it or leave it. I hope for your sake you take my offer.”
Begalius still sounded defiant as it said. “Ok, what’s your offer?”
“You’re gonna relinquish control of the star-door to me! Ya see? I’ll call the shots and you do what I say.” The head of the fat Nephaprican had risen from its seat stretching its neck like a rubber band as it said that. It pushed its blue face with long reddish blond beard into Begalius like a stretching rubber blue Viking cartoon.
“Or what?” Begalius chided. “What are you gonna do virus man?” Begalius noticed in its defiance that the ropes were working very well to confine it to the chair. The boss’s Nephaprican face stretched non-anatomically over the desk into Begalius’s smaller Eigalli face below its horn while saying. “You must succumb to my authentic Nephaprican credentials. You can not refuse me.”
The bosses eyes flickered with quanta-nanocode languages Begalius couldn’t stop itself from seeing. Begalius just smiled and said, “That’s all you got? A virus with ‘authentic Nephaprican credentials’ may have power over a lesser program but not Begalius the star-door quanta-optic-nanocode being. I’m gonna figure out these ropes too and then I’ll have an offer for you.”
The boss seemed perplexed that its authority signature didn’t work. It gestured to the guards. “Ok then put this clown in the infinite loop for awhile until you’re ready to take my offer more seriously.”
One of the guard’s pistols morphed into a taser-like device and it shot Begalius in the side of the skull. Instead of Begalius’s skull exploding, a giant flash of light engulfed Begalius who disappeared while its fading voice cried, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no! Not aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagain. Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii’ve allllllllllllllllllllread .. d … d. dy beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen in onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne of thessssssssssssssssse!”
The ropes that were wrapped around Begalius collapsed into the suddenly empty chair. The boss smiled at the guards. “He’ll start seeing things our way soon enough.” They all burst out into devilish laughter that filled the room, and went ominously out the window to echo throughout the Doldoor streets outside; taunting all the star-door programs that were just trying to live their lives in peace.
Begalius had already been a victim of a quanta-nanocode infinite loop program, and determined already to not become a victim of such a program twice. Begalius had already devised a self-kill program incorporated into Companion3112113’s Eigalli-looking quanta-optic-nanocode construct, which it could activate remotely from within an infinite loop prison. It would teleport the current ego-construct program and re-initialize it outside the infinite loop. From within this virtual reality it became unclear where outside of the loop the self-kill would place the reconstructed quanta-optic-nanocode form of Begalius. That ended up being a sewer drainage pipe just outside of Doldoor. Begalius spewed from the pipe into a gully to splash in a shallow puddle of water. Begalius stood up soaking wet in the water to face the glowing lights of its beautiful virtual city of Doldoor that had now become under siege. The sounds of drive-by shootings reached out from the distance. The replicated Sun of Doldoor happened to be the star Dol being depicted during its pre-red giant days, and it began to rise on the morning horizon that showed the shape of the city. “That’s the end of our first encounter Mr. Central Processor Boss virus, but there will be a rematch. I swear it.”
