Planet Postmoderna Fiction: Children of the V-Chip

The world is a crazy place to be in. The Global Economy isn’t stable. The markets are inconsistent. Criminal organizations are more organized than the international governments and everything costs more than the average wage can pay.

Slowing the climbing domestic violence rates, drug use and criminal activities is attributed to the one invention that has had a greater impact on human life than the automobile, the microwave, person computers, the Internet, and mobile devices has had during the past 2 centuries. Next to interstellar space travel it was the Virtual to Human Interface Device (VHID) or “the V-chip” as it has been nicknamed. The brain-child of technology pioneer and CEO of New Worlds Corporation, John Baxter, is a device that once imbedded at the base of the skull and near the spinal cord, will turn the entire nerve network of the human body into something that once keyed into a virtual environment allows the recipient to experience sight, smell and touch–and pain, as if they really were in that world. It also allows carriers to access the NWC Global Network, the third generation of the Internet.

But let’s not forget space travel. That is important too. NWC had a part to play in that as well but its empire, was definitely built on the V-chip.

The V-chip implant process is simple and requires only a small medical device, the size of a standard immunization gun. A skin prick is all you feel and a little pressure at the back of your neck. NWC had made the process pretty simple. It also made possible through grants and special financing for just about anyone that wanted a V-chip, to get one.

The success of the NWC V-chip is monumental and propelled NWC into being the most powerful company in the world and John Baxter, at its helm, became the most influential person in the world. Although, he is now officially in retirement after resigning his position at NWC, every corporate head was still seeking him out from across the globe in the hopes of gaining access to the design info of the V-Chip. Equally so, gaining access to this technology is pretty popular with the criminal segment as well. Fortunately, both sectors have been unsuccessful with their attempts to steal the technology over the last 15 years.

The design plans are now buried in his brain and within the chip he carries, the prototype of the technology, a secret he and his wife Jessica have managed to keep from the NWC Board and International Defense Heads for all these years.

The reason for this secrecy was pretty obvious, at least to John. Corporate and governmental corruption is all too common. He knew how easy it would be to activate the V-chip as a 2-way transmitter for brain activity and thought. This was not something that he wanted to make available at the risk of it being abused. Personal privacy was already the subject of international debate. It has been compromised on multiple levels through other personal, home and workplace device technologies. He did not need the V-chip to be added to the world’s personal intrusion watch-list.

He was pretty happy with the V-chip being the “World’s Drug” and source of safe escape. Besides, its mere existence and accessibility had dramatically brought down crime, drug use and violence. Of course, this was a fact that did not make John Baxter and NWC too popular with the criminal sector. In fact, because of the organized attacks against them, John Baxter and NWC were rumored to have under secrecy, created a special task-force that used the V-Chip 2-way component to track down criminals. The legal system didn’t mind that too much since it made their job a lot easier. The police system was underfunded as it was so the Law just turned a blind eye to John Baxter’s suspected crime-busting activities.

The corporate world and all things ‘V-chip” were all behind him now but, he was still proud of what he had done. He was left with the greatest and most gratifying feeling that out of all of this, the invention and the success of the V-chip, was that it—his invention—helped to mold a new generation and the beginnings of potentially a new and brighter world. It was a world, he had to admit, he helped to create.

On the more realistic side though, no matter how wonderful the V-chip and the virtual worlds that NWC had designed have been to the masses, the harsh reality was that people still needed to return to the real world–the same world that was still in turmoil and a place worthy of escaping.

The younger generation really bought into this technology more than any other. Within the virtual worlds, they organized groups and clubs (clans even) and speant a lot of time in activities there. They even created their own worlds–ones ranging from dance and fight clubs to wide open spaces and even small cities. Not only did they play in these worlds for entertainment but they leveraged the technology and links to the Global Net to learn. They even invented things–amazing things–that eventually showed up in the real world and sold through the underground market. John Baxter still wasn’t sure how these kids did all of what they did but was amazed and impressed by their resourcefulness. Not all of what came about from these inventions was bad either. There was an unmarked package that showed up at his office one day. Inside was a very impressive anti-surveillance device and a thank you note signed, “Children of the V-chip.”

“The Children of the V-Chip,” that’s what this active younger component of the virtual world generation came to be known as. Friends or foes, John was not sure which they were yet. He was pretty sure though; they needed to be kept track of.

John Baxter sighed as he looked out the viewport of the Black Venture. Preparations for his new transport ship’s maiden voyage were just about done. He watched as the crew loaded the last of the blue and orange cargo containers into the ship’s bay. The whole hangar was busy with activity. There were mini-lifters and tugs at the other end of the hangar moving large crates and below his viewport was a taxi tug moving toward its ready position at the front of the ship. Shortly after, he felt a jerk as it latched onto the gear at the front of the ship. Soon it would tow the Black Venture out of the hangar and onto the launch pad.

He leaned back into his pilot’s chair. The lights of the control panels in front of him seem to dance about as he closed his eyes for a moment. He wanted to draw in one last image of his wife. Jessica, he thought, I love you and I will certainly miss you on this journey. He smiled widely. You bought me this ship! I can’t believe you did that!

He opened his eyes and looked out the forward viewport. The launch lights flickered in a line moving forward across the ground and into the open area of the Denver Spaceport as if beckoning him toward the skies above the Rocky Mountains and beyond.

This is going to be great!, thought John. No more NWC. No more CEO duties. It will just be some flying and space, of course. This is my R&R. My “me” time.

His thoughts then drifted back again to fix on the younger generation and “The Children of the V-Chip.” He knew that one day, one of these kids would crack the V-chip code. He just hoped that when that time came it would be for the best.

Well, thought John, at least the prototype is safe in my head.

Story: John Baxter resigns from NWC

Another day in the life of John Baxter, CEO of New Worlds Corporation, it was not. Just another day, he thought. To the captain of the largest, richest corporation in North America–and, a good part of the entire world, this was just another bump in the road.

It’s been a good run, thought John as he finished the final polish of his resignation document. The pages flashed across the bluish-grey holographic image above the table-top screen. The executive had grown accustomed to the effortless mental motions he would use to transfer files to and from the chip at the base of his skull to the company’s mainframe, at will. He did appreciate the novelty of an actual, living and breathing assistant more but, the chip worked just fine. It gave him full access to all of NWC’s inner administrative workings. Soon though, the chip would be wiped clean of all classified documentation and access–all except it’s basic programming. Programming that would still provide conveniences like location and information services.

No problem for the CEO though, he would be glad to have that executive weight lifted from him when that time comes.

The screen flashed as the files zipped from one end to the next. It worked more as a visual reference to help him not fully lose the sensation of being connected to his work even though he knew well that the productivity chip made him a lot more connected than anyone could possibly imagine. For the average person that carried one, it was a gateway to information and the link to V-tech. For John, it was much more. It was his brainchild.

New Worlds Corporation had grown into one of most powerful companies in the world, built on the virtual world technology it helped to develop and launch into a platform that became a place for human beings to turn to in these stressful times. It gave them a release, an escape. It kept kids off the streets and crime at an all time low as people merely vented in the virtual world instead of real life–on family members or strangers on the street. People could go anywhere, be anyone, do anything, in worlds that felt as real as they wanted them to be.

It was a big and lucrative business in a world that was falling apart from greed, bad politicians, over-use of resources, escalating pollution and overcrowding in most of the major cities and their outlying areas. The world economy was upside down and the only thing that worked better than drugs and depression medication was V-tech, the NWC virtual world technology nicknamed as such by the younger generation.

NWC also took its V-tech resources, built upon the now 20 year old trans-space technology, headed to the stars and built successful mining stations and outposts. The company then outfitted every space-bound facility with V-tech. It was a good strategy too since no one had seemed to be able to find any planet close to being habitable by humans since space travel was made possible. The only mineable rocks and resources found out there were in hostile environments and on worlds where colonies had to be fully protected from the harsh elements of those worlds or the cold hard, embrace of space. It was just as bad out there as it was here on Mother Earth, maybe worse.

NWC and its V-tech was the world’s drug.

That thought, made John’s stomach twist. He helped grow all of this but greed and corruption in his company was forcing his hand. Board members, internal executives and investors, all had their hands in someone else’s pocket, all owned by someone else.

It was time to go.

John looked up from the transition screen as the last of his documents disappeared into the small virtual holes that looked like doorways to what was the graphical mainframe access point. The halo screen blinked off.

He sat back in his chair and his attention fell upon the image enclosed within a real cedar wood picture frame on his oversized executive desk. The background, her image, immortalized in digitized form. She was beautiful. The moving picture captured her reddish blonde hair, milky skin, green eyes, and just about everything about her but, it was not her and nothing beat the real thing.

He was looking forward to getting this resignation announcement over with so he could go home and see Jessica. He felt as much in love with her as he was when he first met and fell for her.

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“You are amazing,” John said as he held her hand and looked at her from nose to toe, trying not to focus too long on any one part of her nor appear to be groping with his eyes.

Jessica just blushed, smiled and held his hand a little tighter.

“Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.”

John looked down at his grey suit, briefly oblivious to the fact that he was wearing one. He was too captivated by his date and quite nervous.

They moved their way into the street-side Bistro on Union Street. It was one of the best places to be at and be seen at in San Francisco on a Saturday evening. Tonight was no exception. The place was packed.

The evening seemed to race by, as there was no shortage of conversation between the pair. Food and drink was good and the noisiness of the restaurant seemed to fade into the background as faint white noise against their own words.

Romance followed and the night finished well for these two young lovers. Sleep came easy only to Jessica as John was immersed in the same dream that had consumed his nights for the last few months.

It would always start the same, his flying along and into darkness that, would open up into a landscape of glowing lines and shadowy mist. The lines and mist would swirl and dance until they struck each other and formed a shape. The shapes would dance and merge and create even larger forms until he was looking at what appeared to be a city, one he had never seen before.

Spires and columns towered above the city’s base and glowing lines danced across every feature. He could see towers, structures that looked like pyramids and strange ships and vehicles that darted between the buildings. All this, and on a world he had never seen. He could never make out the features beyond the city’s limits.

Each consecutive dream seemed to bring him closer into the city and he could make out more detail. Each time, he would be knocked away by a shadowy figure.

He was never able to make out the features of the figure but could always feel its dark, cold, presence. The thing was there but he could not see it. He could hear its breathing, thick, wet and sickly. Its darkness engulfed him.

He would turn away each time, drawn away by a flash from the corner of his gaze. The light came as a luminous blade that cut through black velvet darkness. The blade illuminated an armored hand, then gave way to a forearm, then shoulders, torso and the remainder of its body. It was man nor beast. It was a machine but, it was not lifeless.

John could feel the life force emanating from the metallic body which, looked a lot to him like a large crustacean. Its armor was made up of layered, bluish plates. One hand was more like a large claw. At the end of the claw was a cylinder from which bright purplish energy would erupt from in a piercing beam. Purple light seemed to erupt from the joints between the plates.

From a large tube mounted on its back, erupted eight glowing tentacles, four from each side. The energy burst forward and toward their target–John. Each time this happened and as the tentacles of energy hit him, he awoke. Sweat poured from him and he gasped for air.

“What’s the matter John?” asked Jessica, barely awake.

“Nothing. Just a dream.”

He reached over and kissed her on the forehead.

“Go back to sleep.”

She smiled, grasped his hand tight to her as he put his arm around her and pulled close to her. She closed her eyes again, quite content to go back to sleep.

He kissed her again.

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John looked up from Jessica’s picture, suddenly aware that he was daydreaming and needed to get to the board meeting. This was going to be the end of one chapter and the start of another.

Tomorrow, he will take The Black Venture, the transport vessel Jessica purchased as his retirement present, on its maiden voyage. It will be his first mining transport mission as a free man–free from corporations and board members, that is.

He stroked the purple gem on the antique pendant that hung around his neck. Who would have thought the old lady that gave it to him decades ago, could have been right this whole time? Right, about his life and the world that was ahead. Back then, he thought fortune tellers were crazy people. Now, he just wondered. Who are the crazy ones, really?

Just another day, thought John. How much more exciting could it get? Afterall, he was just John Baxter.

Arrived at Base Camp, Planet Postmoderna

This is the journal of John Baxter, crew member aboard the Black Venture.

Begin Log….1.005.01
Sgt Dave McCaughney
It has been a quiet but very long ride to Outpost 12b. The crew has been really good about keeping busy with the usual on-ship maintenance activities although reorganized for trans-space flight. I think what has really kept everyone going has been the anticipation of arriving at the outpost.

I am actually looking forward to being ground-side myself again. Although I love these cargo vessels and although this is the first time I have been actually been able to go into deep space, even a deck sarge like me gets a little stir crazy. Well, at least I don’t have a shortage of things to do.
I think though I will get ….

>>>>>>>Log Interrupted ….backup saved.
Begin Log….1.008.01
Sgt Dave McCaughney
This has been an interesting couple of days. We finally got the ship repaired. We had an encounter with an anomaly. It pulled us off of our flight plan to the outpost station and in front of what looks like a tear in space. As best as we can tell it puts us about 29 clicks off of our original course.
What is even more amazing is that we found a new world. From what my crew could see from all the high-level chatter between the Capt and New Worlds Corp HQ, this is a major find. I think we may be staying here for awhile.
End Log>>>>>>>

New Message from New Worlds Corp Headquarters “Forwarded by Capt John Baxter”
01.0010.05

>>>>Capt Baxter, please forward to your crew.
Hello Crew of the Black Venture,
By now, all of you are busting at the seams as we are, here on Earth. I am happy to notify you that the analysis of the data returned by the probes from the new planet you have discovered is conclusive. The planet is indeed capable of sustaining human life. A detailed report has already been provided to the team heads and Capt Baxter.
This is the first real Earth-like planet we (or anyone for that matter) have ever discovered. As you all know, the race to Alpha Centauri has only found uninhabitable rocks and planets not fit to live on without assistance. It is not the case with your discovery. This is a major find for all of us and, for all of Earth.
We are dispatching survey and scouting crews immediately. Get your teams together.
I and all of Sr Management at NWC would like to thank you for your continued dedication to the mission of NWC and look forward to hearing more about what each of you learn. Give our best to your survey teams and have a great time down there.
Yours truly,

Jessica Baxter

New Worlds Corporation Sr Team Relations
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This message is meant for the eyes of New World Employees only. If you received this message in error please forward it to the appropriate person.
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Begin Log….1.008.01
Sgt Dave McCaughney
Oh brother. What canned crap. I guess at least they try to look like they care about us.
Well, I better get the survey teams together.
End Log>>>>>>>>>>>

Begin Log….1.009.011
Sent via remote feed.
Sgt Dave McCaughney
I filed my report today for the initial survey. This planet is definitely a place for a colony. There was a small lake nearby and the area around here is pretty lush. Toward the south is a canyon. To the west from our location is the sea.
There has not been any sign of dangerous creatures other than some small carnivores that kept trying to get at some of the supply packs. They kinda reminded me of furry little dogs except for the leathery gray tendrils that reach out from the sides of their heads. And that their fur is… purple.

These creatures use these tendrils (I’ll call ‘em tentacles) to grasp at their targets. The science team was able to trap a few of them for study. From what I saw in their report, they caught a mix of creatures and even brought back samples of some of the plant life.
The rock formations in the area are pretty interesting too. The stone in this area is really hard and is speckled with a purple crystal that reminds me of amethyst. We broke quite a few bits trying to cut out samples to bring back for the engineers to work on.
In any case, I think this stone material could come in handy for construction later. It is amazingly strong.
Tomorrow, a construction team will head down to build a operations center.
End Log>>>>>>>>>>>