Sams diary: Douglas day one, part one

Today was a purple dress day. I love purple. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s something from Earth. Maybe it’s from when I was on Mars at some point, but I remember most of that. I was 5 when Dad and I moved to Mars. It’s another day I wore purple. I like to keep purple for special things, new things, things that only happen once in a while. Purple is lovely, happy, powerful and above all I like it.

I put some little purple bangles in my long hair and even my purple wrist computer. I don’t seem to need it anymore since I started to get these Darkcaster powers, but I don’t want what happened on Mars to happen here. I didn’t know I was doing it back then, now I do and know how to stop it if I want to. I decided that today I would go put my feet forward and explore. So I did.

It wasn’t long before I found a park. It’s pretty easy to find one because everything is signed here. Not like Mars at all. I let myself wounder the garden. Feel the breeze in my dress. Watch the flowers get pollinated by real bees!
Not Mars bees, but real ones! I almost got stung! I was so shocked.
Later on,
I threw myself on the ground and looked at the blue sky. Douglas has of course no real sky. The sky is a roof made of LEDs that can project any image. In an Emergancy it will display information, as long as there is power of course. Generally it’s sky, clouds, stars. All from Earth. The sky is from near Islington, or so the local network told me when I thought about the question.
That’s getting a little annoying, actually. I would think something in the past and look it up. Now it just appears in my head like magic. I can’t get everything though. Some things need pass codes, genetic locks, or even really difficult formulas with DNA codes and Jobs equations in them.

Dreams and yet not

It is quick and easy to say that the DarkNet is a awesomely powerful and odd Internet that exists in space. In reality it exists in everyone. Dreams where discovered to hold the key to a massive untapped resource for mankind in the early years of the solar expansion. As Kelso Kingsley first stepped onto the moon and uttered her first words some where able to do it with her from the safety of a sort of virtual reality that made everything else obsolete. Of course you needed a small implant and a few training session in dream/DarkNet training, but in no time at all the reality of the dreaming world could be accessed and used as a vast tool for everything. A revolution began.
In no short time however had artificial intelligent computers began getting access and suddenly accessing people’s dreams that the idea of brain passwords, brain spam, brain security and so been invented and reinvented. Soon it was exactly like the Internet. Most people where happy to just use a terminal and never get the chip. A few, though like Sam could access without a operation. They called them NaturalNeters in the medical texts but Dark Caster was catchier. They where however rare, odd, and often feared as they instantly where superiors in ability and access to knowledge than others. This let to resentment and eventually treatment equivalent to most of those who are different and bizarre.

The Fox

They called Adam the fox.
When they told him this he took it on as his own DarkNet persona. A fox was a poet, a planner, a schemer, a cunning and odd but wise friend to some. He was a trickster, a pest, a thing to be hunted, a shadow, to others. It was a lovely persona to have. Sometimes when he was bored he would search for images and books, knowledge to do with fox. That’s how he discovered Sam. On Mars long before he discovered a way to make Douglas look like the best place for her Dad to take the new DarkCaster. Adam knew he had to make a profile of a agency that helped DatkCasters, so he naturally called it DarkFox Unlimited.
He was lost in thought as he got into the slightly late 56 transport to East Quarter. He didn’t notice a dark cloaked person sit four seats away from him. In retrospect a lot of this story would be blank had he taken the to time to step away from his own DarkNet centered world and looked around the transport. Some of you right now might think its a good idea to do the same.

Adam worked at the Central Processing Plant in East Quarter. As he got off his transport, he searched for the new standards he would need to apply today, making sure he didn’t leave his mind open to attack. Thankfully he wasn’t quite that stupid.
The dark cloaked person had to tail him all the way to the Terminal at his station in the Central Processing Plant before he used his skills in a way that could be traced. The Dark Cloaked person placed a trace bug, then slowly set about the way back to the station. Adam didn’t notice the bug at work in his mind for some time.
“Today’s job; process iron ore and gold from Venus five. Transport gold to Zurich station Luna, transport steal to Saturn 7, transport slag to reclaimer 43z”
Adam said aloud. “Ok. A normal day.”
He let his mind work on setting up the last bits of his DarkFox unlimited for Sams arrival on Wednesday. His body did the now automatic process of pulling the leavers and buttons of the processing terminal and transport program.

The birth of DarkNet

Cyborgs where all human to begin with.

Asteroids. They mined them, took all the minerals. With nano machines, with mining droids, and Cyborgs.

They started as a medical thing. A way of helping. Then after the war of 2067 they where a mechanism of war. Humanity had destroyed a lot of itself in the war and Earth was at a state where a Ice Age was imminent. They sent Cyborgs out to claim territory in space. With weapons.
First they destroyed those who had come before. Then they mined the minerals and took them, back to Earth.

This did not last.

The Cyborgs were controlled by the SolaraNet which was in turn controlled by two corporations and public interest. In turn the corporations went bust. No one is entirely sure why now, just they did. Leaving the now mostly singular Earth government in charge of the Cyborgs. This was then a problem. Each Cyborg had been, or was a human to begin with.
This meant when one killed it was still guilty of murder.
When one worked it was still paid.
And most of all they where no longer a he, or she. They where an it.
Cyborgs did not like this at all.
They Rebelled.

The war was short but rather eventful, the Humans sent a ship. The UPA Juggernaut. The Cyborgs hit it with a 300 meter long asteroid.
It flew right into the middle of the ship. No one survived.
But then the Cyborgs reanimated the humans aboard, giving each a very small Cyborg implant that allowed them to access the SolaraNet. This was or seemed odd until the SolaraNet was taken over by a series of powerful AI. Ones the Cyborgs had programmed. The press called it DarkNet. The name stayed. The new Cyborgs, some returned to Earth, others stayed in the stars. All had earned the Freedom to be. A new race and a new chapter if humanity. Soon terminals everywhere could access the DarkNet and people began to truly colonize space beyond the Asteroids. Then something really odd started happening.
People where born with the ability to access the DarkNet. As if it was genetically determined. It really freaked the scientists out.
But then there was another War. One no one had seen coming.


Spirals swirled above as Sam sat looking out towards the stars. Not blinking, just moving slowly, effortlessly above her head making her effortlessly dizzy. Acrid smoke filled her lungs. Any second now another explosion would happen and Sam would die. The Vacuum of space took no prisoners.

The movement of muscles now impossible due to what little strength she had bringing bare another breath of oxygen. The vapors grew stronger.


A spotted sleek and heavy skirt fitted neatly on her waist. The first day aboard a new station. So good they called it Douglas the song had said. So good they had no real activities for a eight year old. Yet Sam would not complain. Douglas was big, although dirty and it might be fun to explore its vastness. They had yet to really cater for younger people. Douglas was new, mostly empty save for the space port and the internal structure. It was a hollowed out metal based asteroid, used by many as a way station between the Earth, Mars, the asteroids and the stations beyond. Replaced the old station, called Keynes. A horrid construction left from the last system war.
Douglas was hopefully better than living on Mars. No more hiding under meters of rock at the Messa or feeling like your always being followed by natives in Catacarras. The station Douglas was filled with Earthings, like her. A few Martians, a couple of Cyborgs and Androids, and now her. Her Dad had told her she had a wonderful gift, and he knew those on Douglas who could help her learn to use it.
Mars had turned conservative and backwards over the last few decades. There were whispers that people like Sam had been hunted in parts. They talked of it, her father had protected her. His position made it possible, they moved from the Messa to the city of Catacarras when one like her had been found dead on the streets.
A new species some said, but the scientist that dad had consulted told her that it was an old gift. One that had been hidden in her bloodline, or just happened. To those without the gift it was magic. Technology seemed as good as magic when it was sufficiently advanced. Those whom could access the darknet without a junction box or a cyborgs implants? The Japanese had a name for it, but Sam had not heard it said aloud. She preferred her name, the Darkcaster.

The darknet, so called is and was a system wide network of machines. All cyborgs and implant wearers could access it, all with a terminal had access. It was full of old and new technology. Things from Earth where Sam had been born, things that had been invented. There were free AI on the darknet, some friendly, others dangerous, kept in check with technology and by those cyborgs who had the fastest skills. Darkcasters like Sam could access it without a terminal, a ability that would appear unnatural. She didn’t know how she did it, but she could access books, information, data, programs, everything she could imagine. Her dad had taught her to control it, somewhat when it had first emerged on Mars a whole year ago.
She remembered it starting. Dreams of fantastical things, places on Earth, Mars, beyond she had never seen.
She knew the answers to her teachers questions as soon as they where asked. She knew her way round every house and place, never got lost. She knew secrets of people she met, and sometimes she accidentally let them out. Dad had found out when she quoted all the different elements in the periodic table there ions, and even a new one whose discovery was only just confirmed.