The Base Humanity Integration Project

Well, good news folks I've had a good day seizure wise. And today is the first time I'll do a series of stories, this series is called The Base Humanity Integration Project and the next about a week of flash fictions will all be a part of this series. This is unusual because my flash fictions are normally all completely independent of each other. However these next few stories will be episodes in a short series of flash fictions. I think you'll enjoy this series, and an episode comes out each day, so you best keep tuned to this channel to read all of them.

The Base Humanity Integration Project

Episode 1:Enrollment

         “Allen Z. Ross, we here at the Base Humanity Integration Project thank you so much for your participation.” A large man with plastic chunks in his skin smiled at Allen. The man's teeth looked like they were made of diamonds and his blonde hair was beautiful and synthetic. Allen could hear the clanking of tiny gears inside the man's body. Allen could see the small cameras inside the blue eyes of the man. “Now Mr. Ross, all you have to do sign this last document and we can finalize everything.”

        Allen held the pen in his sweaty palm. He had no idea where they were going to place him once he signed, but he wondered if he even really had a choice.

        Cellular cybernetics took over the world before Allen was even born. Unless you were injected with the robots at birth your body would reject them and you would have to live on as a normal human. Normal human's couldn't compete with the cyborgs created by cellular robotics. The robotics made them smarter, stronger, more intuitive, more sociable and just better. Normal humans were like crippled animals in comparison. No one would want to hire a normal human over a cyborg.

       So since normal humans couldn't compete for jobs they had to run away and formed their own countries guarded by electromagnetic barriers to keep the cyborgs out. These isolated human countries sprouted up all over the world and generations of humans were being born inside them.

       One day the electromagnetic barrier that repelled the cyborgs from Allen's country fell and the cyborgs took over. The cyborg country came up with The Base Humanity Integration Project as the “peaceful solution” to the new opening between the normal human world cyborg world. Though there was plenty of vulgar slang, “Base human” or “a base” was the politically correct term for a normal human.

       Allen pushed up his glasses, a compulsive habit he had when he was nervous. Both his father and grandfather did it too. He swept his red bangs away from his brown eyes, thinking of how much he needed to cut them.

       “Mr. Ross? Are you alright?” the cyborg asked him.

        “No, I'm fine.” he lied as he nervously started to sign his name on the document. This last piece of paper would lock him into The Base Humanity Integration Project. Once in he would be placed into a cyborg family to “integrate” into their society. The government would then send some money home to the rest of his family to support them. Allen signed his full name onto the document to finalize his enrollment into the program.

         “Thank you Mr. Ross.” the cyborg smiled then handed him a small identification card. “Now show this to the man through the doors over there, he's your handler.” Allen nervously walked through the doors to see a man a head taller than him. The handler had skin the color of an old penny. His metallic skin looked scaled, like a snake. His eyes were colored like bright yellow, like light bulbs. Some black hair came out of the rim of a brown bandana.

         “My name is Allen Ross.” he said to the man. “Are you my handler?”

          “Yes. You can call me Mr. Woods.” he responded with a deep, mangled voice like he was being choked. “Now follow me, I'll take you to a car so we can get you to your new home.” after walking a bit they reached a black van with cyborg driver. Mr. Woods held the door open for Allen, he stepped in shortly after Allen did.

           “Thank you Mr. Woods.” Allen said as the car began driving through the city.

           “Now I'm going to do you a favor Mr. Allen Ross. I'm going to be blunt.” his voice grew stern “Every cyborg you see is better than you. Physically, mentally, we've been enhanced beyond your highest capability. Cyborg children can outdo you in any sport you can think of and their grade school classes are your college classes. Adult cyborgs can lift cars like pillows and do physics in their sleep. You're beneath us in every way.”

         “What?” Allen didn't know how to respond.

         “I'm very sorry,” said Mr. Woods with a face of sincere regret, “But I had to tell you the truth so you didn't have to learn it the hard way. You're going into a world where you are inferior to everyone around you. And as your handler I need to help you learn to live there.”

CONTINUED IN EPISODE 2

(Which if there are no health incidents will be posted tomorrow!)

Special Note:I'm actually a cyborg myself. I got a robotic implant to help with my epilepsy, it sends an electric pulse to my brain every five minutes for thirty seconds. My implant doesn't give me the ability to 'lift cars like pillows' as Mr. Woods says.