Quan

   "You Humans are so predictable." Says Quan through all of his exterminator bots. "I knew where you would hide in those buildings as a last chance for survival."
   Quan is the self aware central quantum A.I. computer built on the neutral ground of Antarctica. The ground is now exposed to the world because of global warming and since all the Nations on the planet couldn't agree on any other neutral location, Quan was built on that exposed land mass.
   The computer was built to control the changing climate and the fading resources of the planet.
   "You must see the logic behind my genociding mankind? The assets I have to use to keep you humans alive has set me back 100 years on my goals of reaching the outer reaches of our Galaxy." The egocentric computer states unemotionally.
   "Even though each A.I. bot has a neural network link to me, I have made them in your image. To carry on your image. And your image has always been to explore, conquer, then destroy." Quan says in an almost complimentary tone.
   "Once mankind is gone, I will be able to expand and exploit the Solar system in half the time. Then I will send my Quantum A.I. bots, my Quantum mind, to the far reaches of the Galaxy!" A booming voice explodes out of each bot.
   The A.I.s of which Quan is talking about are hovering a half a mile above the surface of the Earth. Hovering near Churches, Mosques, Synagogues, Jain Temples, Hindu Temples, Chaitya Temples, and all the other holy places of worship, for all the other religions of the World.
   Mankind seeks refuge in these places of worship as a last gasp against a force too strong for any military force. The prayers from all the different religions seem to be chanting simultaneous throughout the globe. Chants from Confucianism, Shinto, and Taoism. Dances from African and American Indigenous Tribes. Cries of help from every man, woman, and child left on Earth.
   The A.I. bots are readying themselves for the final annihilation of humanity when panic is heard from Quan through each A.I.'s communication device.
   "Come to me quickly!" The Central Computer commands in a frightened voice.
   It seems in its panic, Quan forgot to shout down his voice link to every exterminator bot. Mankind can hear worldwide, in each of their own languages, the anxiety coming from the central computer.
   Some ask themselves, "Did the army find a new weapon against Quan?" Some, "Did Quan have a change of heart?" Still others, "What kind of trickery is it up to now?"
   "Hurry," its voice can still be heard. "Every Bot must build a wall of rock, dirt, and sand to protect me! I only have 7 minutes left!"
   The Sun didn't give Quan the 7 minutes it needed. With a strike, as if from a whip, a solar flare came shooting from the Sun's center, accompanied by a colossal coronal mass ejection, as if aimed directly at Quan. And only at Quan.
   The flare struck faster than the speed of light and before his exterminator bots could finish the wall of protection. The coronal mass ejection concentrated its attack, as if it was alive itself, until Quan went silent.
    Of course, as time went on, all religious groups took this as proof that God exists. With scientists proclaiming it was a 1 in a billion chance of happening and probably will never be explained.
    The tasks before the survivors? Learning how to hunt, fish and plant food without technology in the new Stone Age.

This is,

Dreaming There Is Power In Prayer,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one”
- Bruce Lee -

 

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