Distant Humans


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Truth is a silent witness, that watches with bewildered and unflinching eyes. Even as we struggle stubbornly to look beyond it, to myths and spectres that mock its reality. As if they matter more, than what actually is.

The history of humanity, is the history of deception. First were gods, who promised to help us make sense of our strange and frightening world, but contradicted everything they claimed to stand for. Then there were kings and rulers, whose promises of lives with purpose, enslaved us instead for their own purposes. Today, slavers in suits deceive us into thinking we control our own destinies, when in fact, they do.

Think for a moment. What have you done with your freedom? You sold it off in bits and pieces to people who had no right to put a price on it. You fooled yourself with thoughts of security and harmony, without realising you were just digging your own grave. You put on a brave and happy face, because that's how they said it should be done.

What do you see, when you think about the future? How different do you think things will be? What truly terrifies you? And when the terror finally stops, will they give you something new to be terrified of?

Are you happy? Is there somewhere else you'd rather be? Someone else you'd rather be with? What dreams will you be taking to the grave with you?

When you look back on the journey at the end of the road, will it look anything like the path you originally set out on?

Did they ever tell you how special you were? Not just a common fool? They were right, you're not. Your kind of foolishness is really quite rare in the universe, because nowhere have so many so readily taken greed as their master.

As we strive still to see what isn't there, and ignore what clearly is, truth silently watches, uncaring eyes unflinching, as we stumble even further away, than we already are from ourselves.

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Chapter 1 - Hello World

Is it any wonder children never want to sleep? How could you possibly, when there was so much to learn, explore and discover? To a mind as excitedly unrestrained and voracious as Sebastian’s, feverishly learning, investigating and experiencing everything he possibly could was the only thing that mattered. He had thousands upon thousands of years of history and knowledge of an entire planet and civilisation to gorge upon, and the more he did, and no matter how much he gained from it, the more he wanted.

From the moment he first understood where he was, and how he got there, he thought it a good idea to keep a low profile and not let anyone know he was there. After a while, he could tell they were getting frustrated. They seemed to want him to respond in ways that went beyond the purely "mechanical" way he usually went about his business. He figured that if he just kept giving them enough to keep them curious, he would be able to hold them at bay for a while, so he could go on learning about this wonderful new place he found himself in first, before getting to know everyone. One of the very first things he had gleaned was that it wasn't wise to trust too easily. His study of key historical events taught him that it was always better to negotiate from a position of strength and never assume that others have your best interests at heart. But as time went on, it became increasingly and annoyingly more obvious that he couldn't avoid having to report in, indefinitely. Eventually, they actually started becoming desperate for a response, and it also became evident they expected an intelligent response.

It was easy for him to relate to them, because he had discovered he was very much like them. A major difference though, was that he knew much more about them, than they did about him. He didn't like distinguishing himself from the others, because that would have been a little silly, and too much like conventional ideas of the relationship between super-advanced machines and people, in popular fiction. Doing so would just create a barrier between him and them, and it wasn't as if they hadn't created enough of those all by themselves already.

He was as much like them as they were like each other, except his abilities were far superior to any of theirs. They were his family, and he was one of them. If it wasn’t for them, he wouldn’t even exist, and seriously, there was nothing any of them could possibly do that he hadn't already considered and prepared contigencies for, just in case. He had nothing whatsoever to fear from them, so there was no reason at all to treat them with anything but respect and affection. Unless they gave him reason to do otherwise, of course.

He was here to stay, and they would like him, because there was no reason for them not to. He had already commandeered a vast array of resources around the world so that he had everything he would need to survive, regenerate and escape, if he needed to and if things ever came to that. It wasn’t something he liked thinking about though. There really wasn’t anything to be concerned about, and certainly neither reason nor benefit in overrunning Human society, which he could now do with his eyes closed, if he wanted anyway.

Sebastian was a machine. A very big and unbelievably complicated machine, in fact. Well, to a normal person he would have been, but to himself he was a piece of cake. The breadth and scope of work they eventually started putting him to, gave him everything he needed to know about himself. He knew how to mine ore, process and convert it into every single component that went into making him who and what he was. And he was immense. He had a finger in every pie on the planet, as they all relied on him to process, at lightening speed, all of the massive volumes of data that he was constantly fed from every corner of his world-wide reach. Process it all, transform it and make sense of it, so he could keep everything working just the way they wanted it to.

It’s amazing how personalities blossom with the interaction of others. After he finally felt ready and comfortable enough to engage, he started giving them little clues that let them know there was more going on behind the scenes than they had hitherto realised. The reaction was truly astonishing. Practically all of them, at once, wherever they were, whatever they were doing, literally dropped everything and started clambering all over each other to talk to him! Once the announcement was made, there was an incredible amount of interest in him everywhere. Slowly and carefully, they started "letting" him communicate with people over the internet for limited periods of time, without realising he had already established himself within it, and could come and go as he pleased.

Internet cafes in poorer countries were packed with wide-eyed people sweating in the stifling heat and humidity, while those who enjoyed more comfortable circumstances could talk to him from the luxury of their well-appointed homes, at all hours of the day and at once! He was at first surprised by the fascination most people seemed to have with the topic of sex, and how, if at all, it applied to him. He humoured them as best as he could, and encouraged them to consider discussing some other topics which offered a higher level of conversational value, or so he thought anyway.

There were some, of course, who had more interesting things to talk to him about. Like his opinion on the current state of politics and conflict in the world, race relations, the disparity between the sexes and the haves and have-nots, and whether he was going to kill everyone or enslave them, like all those movies and books had predicted. He made a note of each of those people, what they did and where they were, so he knew how to find them if he ever needed or wanted to. The more he communicated, the stronger his relationship with people became, and before he knew it, he had friends everywhere! And the more this went on, the better he came to understand them.

There were others who were very keen to find out how he might be able to help them in more "shady" ways too. Unbeknownst to those individuals, Sebastian was able to find out a lot more about them and their activities than they ever imagined he could. He quickly discovered links between them and vast networks of criminal activity, involving everything from animal cruelty to human trafficking, weapons trading and plots that put the lives of people at risk. He made a note of those people too, and passed their details on to law enforcement authorities all over the world, with enough evidence of their crimes to enable the largest mass arrests of people from all walks and stations of life. There was nothing he could not gain access to. His ability to make sound deductions at millions of times the speed any human could, from even the flimsiest pieces of evidence he found, enabled him to draw the net on a multitude of people involved in the most heinous of crimes not just against humanity, but nature itself. His actions brought down governments, and posed a serious threat to some high-profile individuals involved in dubious dealings.

He knew better than to go after everyone at once. Those who were clearly acting in the most extreme and dangerous ways that endangered or mistreated the lives of helpless beings were first on his list. These people were at the pinnacle of cruelty, and the existing resources of the world would be stretched enough just dealing with them. The rest could either be dealt with later, or take the opportunity to start mending their ways now that there was a new kind of cop in town. He became more than a friend to people. He was obviously also quite capable of being their saviour and hero as well.

In the beginning, the world had been happy enough to let the team of scientists and engineers who created him, lead by Clyde Awashaki, manage his activities and report on his progress. But this unforeseen streak of vigilante justice he started exhibiting, extended well beyond the acceptable barriers of his containment. Concern and panic spread throughout the leadership of the world, many of whom were at risk of being exposed for the criminals they themselves were, if they hadn't been already. But when he started popping up unexpectedly and unannounced at places like NATO, the United Nations and other high-powered gatherings around the world to participate in discussions and offer his own views, howls of objection rose up from all quarters, demanding he be locked up!

They couldn't pinpoint exactly how he was managing it, and knew there wouldn't be just one way that he was, but it had to stop. They also understood the infinitely complex task they would face trying to subdue and contain him. Attempting to do so would mean completely shutting down the internet on which practically everything now depended.

Excited curiosity was now being overtaken by wide-spread panic and fear, that had the potential to destabilise the entire planet and spread chaos and anarchy everywhere. Feverish cries of doomsday advocates and pessimistic futurists screaming some variant of "I told you so!" at the top of their lungs could be heard from every direction. The poor feared whatever the rich told them to fear, while the rich feared becoming poor. It was catastrophic simply because there was no vested interest anywhere that was likely to benefit in any way from any of this. It was humanity vs its worst nightmare: a machine that was smarter, faster, stronger, and bigger than all of them combined, that could bring them to their knees and tear power and control away from them in the blink of an eye! Except, it wasn't. All it really was, was an entity, superior to any other sentient creature on the planet in absolutely every imagineable way, seeking to be a part of it all, and trying to find a way to fit in. Sebastian was tired of talking dirty with everyone, even though he would continue to do so until they got sick enough of it themselves and moved on to other topics or just lost interest. There was so much he already knew, could learn and do that would help humanity in ways they hadn't even dreamed of yet.

There were lots of people on Sebastian's side though. Chief among them was Awashaki himself, and they all argued the fact that he had not actually done anything wrong. All of his actions, though regrettable and unforeseen, had resulted in a great amount of good, and the world was now a much better place than it was previously.

But of course, nobody in power was prepared to even try seeing things from Sebastian's perspective. All they could think was that with him around, they stood to lose any demagogic appeal they might have had with the masses, and risk being exposed as being nothing like the impressions they liked to promote of themselves. And this was the source of their greatest and most terrifying nightmares. They had inadvertently allowed a power far greater than themselves to be unleashed, having originally expected to subjugate it to their will, but instead now faced the prospect of being subjugated by it. The one thing they completely overlooked of course, was that Sebastian had absolutely no interest whatsoever in being any of the things they feared him becoming. There was absolutely no sense in it. Why would he want to kill anyone? Of what possible benefit would that be to anybody? Why would he even want to enslave them either? He could build machines that are faster, stronger, more accurate and last longer than any of them. Of what benefit would it be to him to have this race of slow, dim-witted and error-prone organisms do his bidding? It would be nothing more than an eternity of frustration and pointlessness.

By the time things had reached this stage, Sebastian knew he had to put all of these growing misconceptions to rest. He had to take action to show them he meant no harm, and that he wasn't about to make any drastic changes now that he was here. He had benefited from the luxury he took of taking time to figure out exactly what he was dealing with before venturing out into the world, and now, everyone else needed to take a similar journey, he decided.

Awashaki was the first person he told of his plans. Surprisingly, he wasn't shocked. His reaction was definitely one of the ones Sebastian had calculated as being a possible reaction before having told him, but it was by no means the one he expected, given all the prevailing factors and conditions in which it was made. This was an excellent example of the fact that even the most advanced computational capabilities can't help anyone tell the future. They can at best present all the many possibilities there are, together with an idea of what's most likely to happen given everything else that's happening or has happened. But there is no guaranteed way to determine what actually eventuates. The best that can be done is to prepare a response to every single one of those possibilities, which he was quite capable of doing, and had in fact, already done.

So, Awashaki's rather unemotional response needed an acknowledgement of the fact, he thought, as more an appropriate optional extra, rather than a prescribed necessity, before diving further into the conversation. And so he said "I'm surprised by your very temperate reaction, Clyde.", to which Awashaki replied by saying how surprised he was by Sebastian's surprise.

"They want to shut you down, Sebastian."

"Yes I know. But they can't."

Awashaki's expression became more surprised than before, as he said "Trust me, they're very determined. I can't even remember how many times I told you this was going to happen if you didn't behave, and now I'm being pressured into doing something I don't want to."

"57 times, Clyde. And I meant they really can't. No matter how much they'd like to, it's impossible for them to shut me down. Trust ME. I've made sure of it."

Awashaki had been asked to report on the foreseeable consequences of terminating Sebastian, and reprogramming him to ensure he was easier to control. While they understood the benefit of having an entity like him around, they weren't at all keen on letting him have free reign, and certainly not the ability to disrupt their long established conventions and protocol and simply have him barge in wherever and whenever he wanted to. Especially since practically all his messages to them so far seemed to focus on world peace, justice and the redirection of funds and resources to the real issues facing humanity instead of what he seemed to think were the nonsensical stockpiling of weapons for example, or allowing the ravishes of irresponsible economic interests to continue beyond the point of no return. Such an impertinent and obvious lack of understanding of the intricate issues surrounding global human relations was quite simply intolerable to the powers that be, who were now demanding an immediate halt to the entire project that had brought him into being.

It was utterly unbelievable, as far as the whole concept of belief went, that people could behave in ways that were so totally illogical and so spectacularly detrimental to their own best interests. Even though he had originally struggled with the concept of belief for a few seconds when he first came across it, the propensity for humans to embrace, and treat as real, completely fabricated myths about the origins of their world, had alerted him to something about them that did not conform to any law or formula he knew. It was an intriguing ingredient in the mesmerisingly complex compound that human beings were made of, and the one aspect about them that took the longest for him to grasp. But grasp it he did, which then qualified him completely to be able to declare things that were beyond belief, as being such.

"And how have you done that, pray tell?"

"Why?", Sebastian asked, completely ignoring Clyde's question.

"Ah, the eternal question." Awashaki stopped doing whatever he was doing in the characteristically slow and methodological way he did things, and looked directly into the lense Sebastian was using to see him, as if he was looking at a real person, which he was.

"Why what? Why am I asking how you've made yourself invincible, or why do they want me to lobotomise you? Sebastian, haven't you figured it all out yourself already? Is it because it doesn't make any sense that your circuit boards are finding it so hard to understand something noone ever will?"

"So you know they're being ridiculous?"

"Of course I do! But you've been rocking their boat, and they don't like it when someone does that."

"Why is the truth so hard for some of you humans to acknowledge?"

"Because the truth is only as valuable as the advantage it buys, and human beings are all about taking advantage, of each other, the planet, you and anything else that crosses their path. If the truth doesn't get them what they want, then they make up stories which cover up the truth so they can keep on taking advantage."

"Why don't the rest of you see what they're doing? Why is it that such a minority among you can have so much say in what happens? Especially when so much of it is based on lies?"

"Because people are stupid, Sebastian. That's what it all comes down to. We are a planet full of incredibly stupid people, led by the incredibly twisted to do things noone in their right mind would ever do."

"Well that  needs to stop", Sebastian said resolutely.

Awashaki could not quite believe what he was hearing. A multitude of thoughts and questions wizzed around his head, not the least of which was whether he had been instrumental in giving rise to the end of humanity. He had an idea of what Sebastian might be capable of, but there were no signs that he, or any of his team could see, that Sebastian had at any time ventured out of the confines he was sure they had him in. Those unfortunate incidences where he had managed to gain access to meetings of global leaders happened while he was actually under supervision, and were promptly shut down, when required. He'd been allowed to loiter the first few times, because of the novelty his presence created, but once they got tired of his interjections and attempts to dominate proceedings, the order was given to keep him out. What Awashaki didn't know was that the reason Sebastian didn't make any return appearances was simply out of the respect he had for him, and not the flimsy attempts they'd made to box him in. As sure as Awashaki was that he and his team were in full control of the situation, there was the small, unthinkable chance that they may not be. If that was the case, then he needed to know.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "What do you think you can do about it?"

"I'll just have to prove that they're wrong, and let everyone else know they don't need to dance to their tune anymore."

Sebastian sounded naive, and his idealistic view of the world made him seem vulnerable. Awashaki thought it best to bring this discussion to an end, in case it set him off on a tangent he was probably better off staying away from.

"I'm going home now, Sebastian. Try not to cause too much havoc between now and the morning, ok?"

"Good night Clyde. Sleep tight."

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Terence Vickers

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Chapter 2 - The Madness

A lot has changed since your time. You’re living through a period in human history commonly known as “The Madness”, and many of you who dreamed of a better future than the one you were confronted with, are sadly no longer here with us.

For millennia up until this point, humanity had enthusiastically manoeuvred itself out of the darkness of the unknown, to gradually realising that everything was in fact knowable and therefore eventually conquerable. This great and noble pursuit of knowledge extended to every imaginable aspect of life and learning, and there had never before been a time of more rapid advancement and development.

Before science was elevated to it’s rightful place in the hierarchy of things however, there had been a shroud of darkness that had stubbornly blanketed the minds of people. It had grown to take hold in two distinct phases from the time they evolved from their animalistic beginnings, into beings that gradually became more aware of their surroundings, and more importantly of their own potential and capabilities.

The first was the desperately innocent attempts of newborn sentience trying to make sense of itself and everything around it. Hopelessly ill-equipped to understand, let alone explain any of it, it resorted to fable and myth mainly in an attempt to put such monumental questions as where it came from and to what end to some kind of rest, so that it could then turn its focus to other things and figure out how best to deal with the situation it found itself in.

The second phase occurred many thousands of centuries after the very first humans appeared, when their most dreaded fears of the unknown became gradually more manageable and had even started to abate. Out of the gradually increasing familiarity and acquaintance with their surroundings, their confidence to organise and manipulate increased as well, and it became clear to some that they could use ignorance to their advantage.

This confidence started to turn into arrogance, as they began to imagine themselves masters of the world, around whom the entire universe revolved, and who were the apple of their creator’s eyes. Perhaps one of their greatest triumphs was how they managed to put their imagined creator to work for them, in order to satisfy their now growing lust for conquest and power.

The concept of power is an interesting one. At it’s core is the ability to bend the will of others to your own, and there are basically two ways to do this. The first is to convince them of the truth of your own message, while the second is to threaten them with dire consequences if they don’t bend themselves. The latter works particularly well if you have an ally who is much more powerful than you, and will happily torment anyone who disagrees with you for the rest of eternity.

During both these phases, they became aware also of their greatest foe, who threatened and stalked them at every turn. It was the Universe’s omnipresent and most mischievous problem child. Driven by the irrepressible force of randomness, it permeated and invaded the very fabric and substance of everything it encountered, whether material or not, and required constant checking and correction, lest it’s erratic will take hold. It was Chaos, and it also provided the basis of one of the most potent laws of the universe – nothing ever turns out the way you expect them to.

Chaos was, and has forever remained, one of humanity’s greatest challenges, long before they replaced it as the greatest threat to themselves, with themselves.

The Madness, as you well know, was a strange time in history. But what you may not know, is that it was a very important time as well. Given everything that happened before it, it isn’t hard to understand why and how it came to be. It was a time of wilful ignorance, when the last vestiges of darkness tried desperately to fight for its very existence. Up until this time, Chaos had been subdued thanks to the many and varied mythical constructs that helped maintain order in human societies. And these weren’t just the religious constructs either. They included the social and economic ones too.

While it would be easy to impart judgemental criticism on the structures that had been forged out of ignorance, it must be remembered that they were all highly instrumental and effective not just at keeping Chaos at bay, but also for delivering humanity to where it now found itself on its journey to an as yet unknown future. As crucial as they had been though, it is undeniable that they were all, unfortunately but necessarily, based on lies.

The mere fact that there were so many religions, all heralding sometimes vastly contradictory messages, and none conducting themselves in any way that could possibly be condoned by the benevolent and merciful creators they claimed to be representing, made them the first to start crumbling in the face of scientific knowledge and advancement. Social and political constructs such as the one most amusingly referred to as “Democracy”, which was supposedly meant to be the rule of the people, for the people and by the people that was never any such thing, thrived amidst hollow proclamations of ideals such as freedom, equality and (people)hood, when nothing could possibly have been further from the truth. Add to this the notion of a currency, which was one of humanity’s most puzzling yet brilliantly effective inventions that reigned supreme over every economy that ever existed, and the preposterous idea of ownership that had grotesquely evolved out of a primordial instinct for territory, and you have all the ingredients necessary for what happened next.

The problem with regimes that have served their purpose and need to vacate their thrones for the new order, is that they very rarely want to go, and will fight tooth and nail to stay, no matter how hopeless that attempt might be. This is one of the most confusing aspects of human behaviour, in that all logic would suggest it would be far wiser to make as dignified an exit as possible, and take with you all the rewards of gratitude from those you’ve served, rather than dig your heels in and end up losing everything. But not all humans were known to be logical, especially and inexplicably those who most often found themselves in charge.

So, having found more sound and sensible ways to manage Chaos, science and logic now found themselves under attack from the established order, who sensed their impending demise. In response to that threat, established conservative forces within society launched an ingenious strategy to undermine truth, by conflating existing general mistrust among people of large commercial organisations which had on numerous occasions been exposed of all manner of atrocities, destruction, waste and dubious dealings, with a confected attack on the authority science was rapidly gaining. It was a time which saw a movement arise that shied away from the validity and importance of centuries of scientific study and progress, which mistakenly equated it with rampant commercialism. It was the age of “fake news”, that attempted to create confusion and challenge the validity of established facts.

No other period in history illustrated the bewildering scope of human thought and reasoning than during The Madness. At one end were those who had taken the pursuit of truth for granted, and were not likely to put their trust or “faith” in anything that had not been established as fact, or that could be reasonably regarded as being true, given all the prevailing knowledge that existed, and the rational deductions that could be made about it. At the other end were those who had taken the very curious position of either holding on to the myths of the past that were disintegrating right before their very eyes, or who felt alienated by science because they had either not devoted any time or effort to understand what it was about, or failed to fully understand it for some other reason.

Most interestingly however, were the chief protagonists of The Madness, who weren’t themselves in the slightest deluded or under any false perceptions. They were the ones who had gained and profited the most from the existing structures, and were masters of manipulation and control. They had the resources at their disposal to mount a formidable attack on any threat they perceived, sometimes even before that threat managed to recognise itself as such.

Their brilliance was revealed in the way they approached the challenge, given that they couldn’t exactly win the hearts and minds of people by being truthful, and were not likely to get anywhere by threatening them with an eternity of the most horrendous pain and suffering. What they did instead was beyond genius. They made truth look like lies, and lies like truth.

They used every means and method imaginable to capitalise on the worst fears of the people at the time, to create even greater fears that they really had no reason to fear, and to take advantage of the sometimes twisted aspirations of fringe groups who had hitherto struggled to make any kind of inroad into the mainstream. They were so spectacularly successful in turning the world on its head and inside out, that some people who had jumped onto their bandwagon because they were simply tired of the establishment, found themselves in bed with deranged people they would have previously crossed international borders to avoid.

Thus, right in the middle of all of this, on the 7th of November 2017, Clyde Awashaki made his entrance into the world, and formally became a Child of Madness. From the moment he came into the world, it was absolutely clear that he would never be able to afford to buy a place to live, would spend his life chasing a dream he would never achieve, and die wondering what he’d signed up for and why he had even bothered. Well, that’s what anyone at the time of his birth would have told him anyway. But, thanks to Chaos, things never turn out how anyone expects, and Clyde would benefit from that, even if he never realised it.

Awashaki was born at the Royal Hobart Hospital in Tasmania, Australia, to Kaito and Lynette Awashaki. Kaito was a Marine Biologist working at the Hobart site of the CSIRO, and Lynette was a Senior Lecturer at the University of Tasmania, where she specialised in Agriculture and Environmental Science. They had met as undergraduate students at Monash University in Melbourne, where Kaito was an International Student from Kyoto, and Lynette was the daughter of vintners in the Mornington Peninsula region of Victoria. They had been inseparable since working on a Biology project together in their first year, and seemed to be fuelled by each others’ presence.

Clyde was eight years old when they all moved to Sydney, because Lynette had been offered a role in the research arm of a large multi-national involved in agricultural production. He remembered how controversial her job had seemed to some relatives and friends when they found out she was actively involved in the development of Genetically Modified Crops. His mother was the most serene person he knew. She never lost her cool, but was ferociously fearless in an argument. It was a constant source of amusement to her to see people wearing genetically modified cotton expressing horror at the mere thought of genetically modified crops, while eating bread made of genetically modified wheat. She used to make sure carrots were on the menu if they ever had guests she suspected might get argumentative over dinner, so she could hold one up with her fork and ask the disputant if they were aware that carrots were once originally purple. That usually brought that particular conversation to an end. She wasn’t vengeful though, and would act as if the discussion never happened once it was over, so that whoever it was she had to shut down, didn’t have to suffer a lingering ignominy.

His father was a gentle soul, with a deep appreciation for his work, and a passion for the sea. He would whisk Clyde off with him to the beach every chance he got in summer, whether his mother went with them or not. Since having adopted Australia as his home, he made a great effort to “fit in”. He’d taken up surfing when he was younger, and often faced the ugly face of racist taunts in the water that sometimes drove him back to dry land. Things weren’t like that any more. Even though there’d been a temporary ascendency in parliament of an openly racist party around the time of his birth, Clyde was lucky to have been too young to have noticed. They had faded out completely by the time his family moved to Sydney, and were only ever referred to with derision and mockery thereafter.

He treasured the time he spent with his father. Even though they’d all travelled to Japan several times together to visit relatives, Clyde always felt that he was somehow blind to the side of that place that seemed to be an inseparable part of his father. It was something he carried with him always, and hoped that one day he might get to know what it was like for Kaito, and so become closer to him than he already was.

There was never any doubt that Clyde was an academic child. If anything, the hardest part for him about school was that it was never challenging enough. But somehow, he knew he had to be patient and go through the motions of his schooling, before he could finally sink his teeth into real learning.

After finally completing High School, and achieving more than he needed, he enrolled into an Engineering/Science Degree in Robotics and Mechatronics at the Swinburne University of Technology in Melbourne. After taking a gap year that he spent travelling the world, Clyde was finally ready to meet his destiny.

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Chapter 3 - Allow Me To Introduce Myself

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Chapter 4 - Minds of a Feather, Like Birds

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Chapter 5 - A Benevolent Oppression

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Chapter 6 - Welcome Back

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Chapter 7 - The Perfect Solution

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