Foreword

This one is a doozie. I realized that my true passion for writing existed in Science rather than action. The reason why is because action sounds fun when you start out, but you get burnt out easily. I’ve written science fiction for fan fiction in the past and I enjoyed it quite a bit. I’m thinking more of making stories with less action, but better plot development. This story deals with the really odd scientific stuff. Not to really say that any of this is anything pointed out in science. As a quick summary, this deals with the possibility of software becoming unable to be deleted and eventually become invincible programs. After that, it becomes an artificial intelligence bent on survival. This is all fiction. But nevertheless, you might enjoy. Since it was deleted on the Revolution Zero account, I'm bringing it here. So do enjoy, I'm sorry about it's deletion. This story will be finished.

The Nightmare Code

By JT “Darket” Keebaugh

Chapter 1

The top of the Trion building was noisy with the sound of police and FBI agents already on the move due to a software conspiracy that had erupted in one of the offices hours ago. Mr. Bronoxford was at his computer checking the code of a new software program that was created on his computer. As he typed on his computer, the sounds of hammering and yelling at the door distracted him.

“I’ve come too far! Stay out of my way!!!” Mr. Bronoxford yelled to police outside of his door. “You’ve got no idea what you are dealing with!”

The data on the computer was now much more different compared to the original data streams on every other computer in the room. Everybody inside of the office room around him had already been cleared out when Mr. Bronoxford raised a gun to them one hour ago. The rest of the computers began to show the code exactly like the one on the screen Mr. Bronoxford was working on. After hearing a loud screech from inside of the computer tapping into the net, he whipped out the gun on his desk. Next, he fired a shot at the center of the room where the phone jack was. The bullet’s impact caused pieces of metal along with streams of sparks to fire out of the phone jack. The code fluxed after the phone jack was knocked out.

“I’m trying to help us! Don’t shoot!” Mr. Bronoxford yelled to the cops once more. After turning back to the computer he said, “Thought you could outsmart me? You’re one smart mother fucker!”

The virus programs on the computer were no longer helpful as the code continued to change. Something about its rapid and almost violent changes began to prove a point in his growing theory of the “Nightmare Code Theory.” The computer began to lock up with firewalls every few minutes when the FBI began to block him off. When the FBI looked at the situation, it was just a threat to the economy as he got into the computer. As for Mr. Bronoxford, he found every second of idol thought one step closer to the fall of human civilization. His theory, which we will learn more about later, was turned down by most of the military’s top scientific engineers. The way his theory in the known world played out as something that nobody believed possible.

It was too late to destroy his computer. First off, he was lacking the firepower to destroy the now quarantined program in all of the computers because the modern day computers were powerful enough to stop anything from a hammer or a baseball bat. A bullet would be sufficient enough, but there are over 1700 computers in the building itself. That would make it impossible for him to make nineteen remaining bullets in the chamber of the gun take out 1700 before the men outside gunned him down. There were three FBI agents with code breakers that would be able to get past all of the computer locks on the doors. Blasting through the doors would be impossible unless they had some seriously powerful explosives.

Mr. Bronoxford tried to type faster to break through the firewall that was set up. By cutting off the phone jack, he was able to stop the FBI from getting him from the J Edgar Hoover building across the country. As for the WIFI connections, he had a little luck because they took longer to put up firewalls through that connection. The sound of the first lock opening up on the door alarmed him as he typed. The firewall was cracked after getting the correct code input into the screen.

No he was back to the data stream that had now changed dramatically since the last thirty seconds had passed by. There was no time to alter the code; it was starting to avoid being deleted, so now it was time to make a program to quarantine the data stream in this computer at least. If the other traces were running about, maybe he could try talking to the agents about running a full search through the system for the smaller in case they existed. The program continued to change its code, so Mr. Bronoxford didn’t have long.

He was quick when it came to writing up quarantine programs on computers. After a quick few keystrokes, the evolving program stopped from spreading, but it continued to evolve on the computer. In minutes, possibly seconds, it would then begin to write its own program to break out of the quarantine. Mr. Bronoxford held the gun up to the monitor in front of him just as he fired a shot. The monitor exploded into a cloud of smoke, so now it was time to move on. He aimed at the CPU then fired another shot to destroy the evolving code for good.

The last lock on the door opened up right as Mr. Bronoxford looked at another computer screen. Was the code gone? After the door slammed open, two SWAT commandoes armed with MP5Ks opened fire at Mr. Bronoxford without even taking a second of judgment. They pictured that just because he fired a few shots and threatened a crowd made him evil. Mr. Bronoxford felt struck down by staring at the screens that it took a bullet going into his stomach to realize he was about to die.

Blood spurted from the wound in his stomach just before the next shot drove into his chest. All of the air left his lungs just as the huge bombardment of bullets drove into him. One final bullet hit him in the forehead and knocked him into the floor where he bled to death in the course of seconds. The FBI agents entered into the room to see all of the damage he had ended up causing.

What puzzled them was why he went this far to prove a theory people didn’t believe. It was time to clean up the mess rather than investigate the whole incident due to all of the data lost in the gunshots delivered. The only investigation was the autopsy report that took place a week later. Other than that, the company took all of his records from his office and all of his private reports that were controversial to anything involving the company. Something like this was normal for computer companies, but Mr. Bronoxford’s theory seemed a bit more believable than others.

6 years, 2 Months, and 16 days later…

The light from the sun shined into Aaron’s room before hitting his face. He was just having a good dream too, but that’s not too important. The computer on his desk was a brand new model his mom had bought him as an early graduation present. Behind his desk and in a box was his old computer from the early days of college. His eyes opened to get a good view of his room. The white floors were covered with a couple stains from where he spilled some coffee years ago, but other than that it was very clean. A couple of boxes of clothes were sitting inside of his closet just waiting to be opened.

“Good morning Aaron.” The voice from the computer said out of the blue.

Aaron rubbed his head before taking a good look at the monitor as it lit up. The big bold logo “Trion” was on the screen for a few seconds just before it turned into a loading screen.

“Nice wake up call…” Aaron said before grabbing a cigarette off his nightstand.

He lit the cigarette just as his TV turned on as it was originally programmed. The night before was filled with nothing but the same cheesy Sci-Fi movies that were always made for TV. On that same channel, they had a line up of theoretical debates going on. Aaron turned up the television to see that the topic was the Nightmare Code Theory.

“Ok, enough of the Reverse Speech Theory for now. We’ve pretty much routed that off as one of those other playing with your mind theories. Am I right?” the English man asked quickly.

“Not really too sure about that one. But something we call a scientific bloom has opened up involving the Nightmare Code Theory which we remember was put forwards about six years ago.” Professor Thorny said before crossing his legs. “You remember it, right?”

“Oh yeah. I thought of it as the alternative that scientists put forwards on trying to prove things on ‘Star Trek’ as probable to movies like ‘The Terminator’, ‘The Matrix’, and so on.”

“We’ll yeah, that is true. But what made it interesting was that it had a probable statement. Viruses alone have shown characteristics of being unable to be deleted by CPU systems all across the world. The Nightmare Code as it is put is that there are forms of codes in machines that will make them invincible. If Bronoxford is correct, then such a code could make a program willing to do anything in order to survive.”

“Oh, like a virus?”

“Not exactly. Viruses will delete information and try to move deeper into a computer to avoid being spotted. Virus software can detect them easily if they’re programmed and updated to. Such a program following the Nightmare Code could become almost impossible to spot out both manually and with the virus software. Remember, the program if affected with the Nightmare Code does not read as a virus because it is just a program altering itself because of its surroundings.”

“I see. So in a way such a simple program like a word pad, or a paint document can change itself when it interacts with the Internet, kind of like an evolving code?”

“Exactly. But such alterations if possible could take fifty or so years.”

“Interesting. Well, we will have more from Professor Thorny after the break. Coming up soon, is the Chaos Theory true? Is AIDS becoming airborne? Well find out after this…”

Aaron loved listening to things such as this. As soon as the program faded into a commercial, the Trion logo appeared on the television screen to announce the new models. The computer on Aaron’s desk was already at the desktop and then was in need for a new background image. He jumped from his bed then onto the floor before taking a seat inside of his chair. There were a couple of CDs on his desk, which as of now were pretty much old technological advances compared to UMD. It took ten years to replace DVDs, but it was still nice to keep CDs and DVDs around.

“Let’s see… Disk one, Strike Ops the movie poster—lame, just promotional material. Disk two, porn—tempting. Disk three, Animals—no. I guess disk two will do.” Aaron said before putting his porn CD into the disk drive.

After getting a good glance through the pictures, he was in a dilemma like every single porn fanatic out there. It was the same girl, this one with hooters, or this one with ass. Crazy. His mom was down stairs watching the early morning news while fixing breakfast. She was in the middle of cutting up some potatoes to make hash browns. While cutting, she looked over at the phone on the wall before pressing the touch pad screen.

“You have 3 new callers. Location one, Aaron’s friend Rem. Location two, Aaron’s friend Rem. Location three, the Armory.” The voice on the phone said.

Now phones were able to have voice caller ID, but it wasn’t anything that new. Rem was Aaron’s friend since kindergarten, but they eventually began dating before college. She always called him twice a night while Aaron’s mom was asleep.

“Aaron, breakfast!” Mrs. Chester yelled towards the stairway.

Aaron came down seconds later with another cigarette in his mouth. He ended up putting it out on the ashtray in the living room before walking over to the table.

“Aaron, smoking kills.” Mrs. Chester said before turning to him. “It’s not a habit you want to get going.”

“It just eases me when I work hard and when I wake up.” Aaron said before sitting at the bar stool in his kitchen.

“The armory called, did you answer it?”

“No, when did it call?”

“I read that the armory called us at around four o’ clock.”

“I couldn’t have answered it. Porn’s not on that late.”

“Ha-ha, you’re a fucking comedian…”

“Thank you!”

“I was being sarcastic.”

Aaron’s father worked at the armory a couple towns over since he enlisted in the Army Reserves. Joining the reserves was a big commitment now that the war on terror is over. Mrs. Chester flipped a fried egg on the plate for Aaron just before she went back to fry the hash browns. Aaron took a bite, and closed his eyes as he chewed on it.

“This is good. You should try opening up a restaurant in town. Get the taxes filed and the forms filled out and then you can start a business.” Aaron said while chewing the eggs.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Mrs. Chester replied without taking a second look.

“How’d you know?”

“I’m just like that. Did you know Rem called twice last night?”

“Yeah.”

Aaron looked at the clock and saw that it was already past ten. He ate the fried eggs with just a single bite before running to the coat rack.

“I didn’t realize it was this late already. Hey mom, put the browns in the fridge and I’ll eat them later. I’ve got to pick up Rem in nine minutes at the station. See you later.” Aaron said before putting on his coat.

“Be careful, and drive slow!” Mrs. Chester exclaimed before turning back to the stove.

A/N- There's another chap, this is a double post. I hope you enjoy. Peace