Ever since the dawn of the information age military success has been solely dependent upon the number of bits you can crunch. Fifteen hundred years since the Epoch and the same is still true. Corporations leverage information for financial gain, governments crunch data to achieve 100% success in campaigns, and the Elites use data to stay 100 years ahead of everyone else. We can all hope to become rich and powerful, but truth be told the human brain is not smarter, faster, or quicker than a computer. Every decision we make has already been calculated by their machinery.
I’ve read some old novels from the 21st century. During this time people were terrified that machines would grow a consciousness and destroy humanity. No one accounted for humanity loosing it’s consciousness at that time. You see, I live in a galaxy where every interaction, decision, and transaction we make has already be set into motion by the Elites. If they wanted you to buy a Diamondback Explorer their computers could make that happen tomorrow. If you didn’t have the money or the sight of the ship makes you want to vomit they could correct it with a win of the lottery and a few subliminal messages in Galnet.
Welcome to the world of Elite. I’ve heard whispers from my birds of a group fighting back against the Elites. They call themselves ‘The Sovereignty'. My people say they have been successful in manipulating the background simulations these machines use to control the core systems. I don’t believe it though, how can a few clever individuals outsmart the massive network of Quantum Computers these Elites have. Who’s to say the Elites didn’t want the Truth Sayer and his cronies to manipulate the system to begin with?
At birth your future has already been accounted for, the quantum computers these Elites use have already set into motion who you will become, where you will live, what sectors you will have traveled through and even the number of credits you will have on the second hour of your fortieth birthday. They quite literally control everything. If you have 100 more credits than you should have they put false readings on your sensors and fine you 100 credits for speeding. You may be asking yourself, “How do I have this knowledge?” There is a flaw in the algorithms, the Elites thought they could control everything. Every eventuality has been prepared and accounted for by their QCs (Quantum Computers) except one: Thargoids.
I was living my life as the Elites intended. I was an Explorer by day and trader by night. It wasn't until it was decided by the background sim that I would UA (Unknown artefact) bomb a particular outpost in the Pleiades Nebula that the code unravelled. The algorithms never accounted for a hyperspace interdiction by a Thargoid scout ship. This event triggered a cleanup protocol in the QCs. The Elites have been trying to assassinate me since. Black Diamondbacks, Federal Assault ships, Imperial Cutlasses, you name the bullet and I have dodged it.
The ship I fly was my old DBX which I stripped out after the Interdiction. All of the electronics were fried by the Thargoid scan so I was dead in space. As if by a stroke of luck I floated right into the side of a generation ship lost in the Pleiades nebula. I had to reconstruct the entire electronics support systems out the antique components I stripped from the Generation ship Lucca. I no longer exist, I am deemed lost in witch space by the Pilots Federation. My wife and kids believe I’m dead. This is best for everyone because the second I return home is the second the background sim will kill my family.
I have taken the pen-name Lucca from the Generation ship that saved my life. I call myself 'High Priest' Lucca for a good reason. The background sim can alter everything EXCEPT religion. That deep intuitive presence of God that rests in us all. They can’t control that part of us. For this reason alone I use religion as my method of circumventing the QCs network’s control over all of you. From time to time, you may receive a transmission from me, rest assured I am safe and sound. I am now a man with no name, no face, no life except for the one I choose to live. I found a way to mask my messages from the Elites and background sim. Listen to my messages, they will deliver you from this pawnly existence.
Follow me to Salvation
-High Priest Lucca
I’ve read some old novels from the 21st century. During this time people were terrified that machines would grow a consciousness and destroy humanity. No one accounted for humanity loosing it’s consciousness at that time. You see, I live in a galaxy where every interaction, decision, and transaction we make has already be set into motion by the Elites. If they wanted you to buy a Diamondback Explorer their computers could make that happen tomorrow. If you didn’t have the money or the sight of the ship makes you want to vomit they could correct it with a win of the lottery and a few subliminal messages in Galnet.
Welcome to the world of Elite. I’ve heard whispers from my birds of a group fighting back against the Elites. They call themselves ‘The Sovereignty'. My people say they have been successful in manipulating the background simulations these machines use to control the core systems. I don’t believe it though, how can a few clever individuals outsmart the massive network of Quantum Computers these Elites have. Who’s to say the Elites didn’t want the Truth Sayer and his cronies to manipulate the system to begin with?
At birth your future has already been accounted for, the quantum computers these Elites use have already set into motion who you will become, where you will live, what sectors you will have traveled through and even the number of credits you will have on the second hour of your fortieth birthday. They quite literally control everything. If you have 100 more credits than you should have they put false readings on your sensors and fine you 100 credits for speeding. You may be asking yourself, “How do I have this knowledge?” There is a flaw in the algorithms, the Elites thought they could control everything. Every eventuality has been prepared and accounted for by their QCs (Quantum Computers) except one: Thargoids.
I was living my life as the Elites intended. I was an Explorer by day and trader by night. It wasn't until it was decided by the background sim that I would UA (Unknown artefact) bomb a particular outpost in the Pleiades Nebula that the code unravelled. The algorithms never accounted for a hyperspace interdiction by a Thargoid scout ship. This event triggered a cleanup protocol in the QCs. The Elites have been trying to assassinate me since. Black Diamondbacks, Federal Assault ships, Imperial Cutlasses, you name the bullet and I have dodged it.
The ship I fly was my old DBX which I stripped out after the Interdiction. All of the electronics were fried by the Thargoid scan so I was dead in space. As if by a stroke of luck I floated right into the side of a generation ship lost in the Pleiades nebula. I had to reconstruct the entire electronics support systems out the antique components I stripped from the Generation ship Lucca. I no longer exist, I am deemed lost in witch space by the Pilots Federation. My wife and kids believe I’m dead. This is best for everyone because the second I return home is the second the background sim will kill my family.
I have taken the pen-name Lucca from the Generation ship that saved my life. I call myself 'High Priest' Lucca for a good reason. The background sim can alter everything EXCEPT religion. That deep intuitive presence of God that rests in us all. They can’t control that part of us. For this reason alone I use religion as my method of circumventing the QCs network’s control over all of you. From time to time, you may receive a transmission from me, rest assured I am safe and sound. I am now a man with no name, no face, no life except for the one I choose to live. I found a way to mask my messages from the Elites and background sim. Listen to my messages, they will deliver you from this pawnly existence.
Follow me to Salvation
-High Priest Lucca
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