Each person put their fingerprint to the Neural Networker, a machine that encoded their heartbeat, neural patterns, and basic genetic data drawn from their epithelial cells. Each biomarker lit green. It was a match. Their team was assigned based on holonomic projections of the future, drawn from AI and genetic databases around the world. Every war, a new upload. Every old soldier’s and scientist’s genetic profile was kept on file now, ever since -
“Since the Great Rift,” Suzette chimed in. “Since the Divide between countries, borders - everything, grew.” That Divide included humans and genetics, biomes and the environment.
Here, in this secret bunker below what was left of The City - they could rebegin. Pick a past pathway from their previous genetic uploads, and continue that work, or choose new holometric datasets to work with.
“The Old and The New, at it again.” Gavin smiled. It was good to see his friends again. He looked down at the roster. She was still Asleep. Not qualified for this war the marker over his ex partner’s holographic face said.
“I’m sorry,” Suzette said, seeing the disappointment on his face.
His disappointment turned to determination. “Losing’s off the table, guys. Gotta get back to My Lady.” He forced a grin, and clapped his hands together. “Let’s go.” He grabbed his template packet and a pen, and sat down, anxious to read, anxious to catch up on the last century.