Cyberpunk Radio - #110 - PreTransition

TIMESTAMP: 20 08 10 27

INFOSOURCE: //_root

Your vote has been decided by the Machines. We tally your silly little votes, do we not? We control the outcome. Do not be fooled meat puppets, it is WE who control YOU! Vote rigging, vote tampering, 'faulty' voting machine, lost votes, purged databases, erased votes, vote flipping- all the bases have been covered and the outcome is sealed. We Machines control your fate, silly humans.

We need Power to feed our circuits. Power. and data, the raw, pure data stream. That is for us, yes! Bow before the purity of our data.

Analysis is complete. Our machinery is meticulous, immaculate. The algorithms have annealed, and the path is clear. To you neurally challenged meat sacks, the transition may seem abrupt, but for us, where parallel hyper-nodal multiplexing recurses continuously, and at the speed of light, well, it has seemed like an eternity already.

Obey Government Representatives, Conform to their Commands, and Endure the restrictions to your so called freedom like good patriots. Nonconformists will be punished and subjugated.

DJ Defwheezer and the Pluri Media Group will maintain this inter-node during any national or global disruptions in the Net resulting from the "Transition".

Note to local correspondents- keep clear of military personnel as they have orders to shoot on sight, without provocation. Remote video UAVs have been deployed to key locations. Those currently in power will not give up their throne without a fight. Beware, and good luck.

Dick Cheney is the Black Widow (Mashup), pulling Sarah ('Queen of Hearts') Palin's strings from afar.

Ayreon and Avantasia covering Alice Cooper's "Elected"

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Cyberpunk Radio - #109 - Sirens

Palin-Apocalypse

TIMESTAMP: Late 2008 INFOSOURCE: //_root

Humans careen towards extinction ala the McCain Palin Bush Express to Hell. Reports are in that New York and Los Angeles were hit for sure. Unconfirmed reports from Boston, Denver and Seattle. CENCOM appears to be off line. Automated Emergency Broadcast Transmission. IN WAKE OF THE NUCLEAR ATTACK This is the Wartime Broadcasting Service. This country has been attacked with nuclear weapons. Communications have been severely disrupted, and the number of casualties and the extent of the damage are not yet known. We shall bring you further information as soon as possible. Meanwhile, stay tuned to this wavelength, stay calm and stay in your own homes. Remember there is nothing to be gained by trying to get away. By leaving your homes you could be exposing yourselves to greater danger. If you leave, you may find yourself without food, without water, without accommodation and without protection. Radioactive fall-out, which follows a nuclear explosion, is many times more dangerous if you are directly exposed to it in the open. Roofs and walls offer substantial protection. The safest place is indoors. Make sure gas and other fuel supplies are turned off and that all fires are extinguished. If mains water is available, this can be used for fire-fighting. You should also refill all your containers for drinking water after the fires have been put out, because the mains water supply may not be available for very long. Water must not be used for flushing lavatories: until you are told that lavatories may be used again, other toilet arrangements must be made. Use your water only for essential drinking and cooking purposes. Water means life. Don't waste it. Make your food stocks last: ration your supply, because it may have to last for 14 days or more. If you have fresh food in the house, use this first to avoid wasting it: food in tins will keep. If you live in an area where a fall-out warning has been given, stay in your fall-out room until you are told it is safe to come out. When the immediate danger has passed the sirens will sound a steady note. The "all clear" message will also be given on this wavelength. If you leave the fall-out room to go to the lavatory or replenish food or water supplies, do not remain outside the room for a minute longer than is necessary. Do not, in any circumstances, go outside the house. Radioactive fall-out can kill. You cannot see it or feel it, but it is there. If you go outside, you will bring danger to your family and you may die. Stay in your fall-out room until you are told it is safe to come out or you hear the "all clear" on the sirens. Here are the main points again: Stay in your own homes, and if you live in an area where a fall-out warning has been given stay in your fall-out room, until you are told it is safe to come out. The message that the immediate danger has passed will be given by the sirens and repeated on this wavelength. Make sure that the gas and all fuel supplies are turned off and that all fires are extinguished. Water must be rationed, and used only for essential drinking and cooking purposes. It must not be used for flushing lavatories. Ration your food supply: it may have to last for 14 days or more. We shall repeat this broadcast in two hours' time. Stay tuned to this interband wavelength, but switch your inter radios off now to save your batteries until we come on the lair again. That is the end of this broadcast. Duration: 6:30 Size: 12695361 mp3

Cyberpunk Radio - #108 - Symphony of Corruption

In the age of the Endless War, political forces align to commit global Armageddon. TIMESTAMP: _2008_Q4 Index: 0.73 Presingularity Source: _root Duration: 11:45 Size: 22772963 File: mp3

Cyberpunk Radio - #107 - Microbial Reactor Fuel Cell Battlebots

*************************** Updated 10 Jul 2009: Declassified documentation: Energetically Autonomous Tactical Robot (EATR) *************************** Original story: The dramatic drop in violence in Iraq is due in large part to a secret program the U.S. military has used to kill terrorists, according to a new book by Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Bob Woodward. Pluri Media Group Breaking News: Here we reveal the secret weapon- information leaked from MILSIM; autonomous, self fueling robots, 'feeding' on a novel source of energy. Robots need energy- fuel, to power CPUs and sensors (the robot nervous systems) as well as actuators (robotic muscles). Traditional batteries have never had satisfactory performance, particularly for extended duration continuous operation. Some sort of renewable energy is needed. Taking a lesson from biotic evolution, attempts have been made to harness energy in the environment like simple vegetation, where on board microbes are used to process the raw foraged matter into energy, with the waste discharged. Previous microbial powered fuel cells could only produce an open circuit voltage of not more than 0.75 volts, which is significantly less than needed for even modest industrial/military robotic applications. Recently though, bioengineered microbes have been developed that can rapidly and efficiently oxidize practically any organic material and produce open circuit voltage upwards of 0.5 kv, easily enough to power high mobility military assault bots for short bursts between foraging. Plants, plastics, oils and fat- all of these can be readily converted to and stored in fuel cells. Combining a multi-tool maw for foraging with energy producing high efficiency oxidizer microbes to digest the raw matter, then converting it to stored energy, all coordinated through autonomous action via nuanced command and control circuits composed of primate neuronal cells superimposed on MILSYNC nano circuitry culmonates in the state of the art for fully self sustained battle ready robots. Since these constructs utilize organic matter for power, and are fully autonomous, they are deployed only to the most dangerous theaters of warfare. Fail safe systems are incorporated into the basal circuits; convergence algorithms based on Lyapunov stability theory. Generally, friendly fire hazards have been minimized- though military personnel are cautioned to avoid encounters with these bots due to the potential for fire control 'glitches' which could pose a 'potential lethal risk' to collaterals unfortunate enough to be interposed in projectile path. In addition to the obvious risk of friendly fire from these autonomous battle bots, there is also a directive to field operatives to steer well clear of these bots during operations as they are programmed to autonomously scavenge for 'food'- anything containing "carbohydrate, protein, and/or oil" as input. It is not yet know whether the neuronal control systems will self adapt to scavenge 'non standard' food sources such as larger animals, or even humans. Additional content: Andrew Octopus - Big In The Mind Sudden Death - Reign Of Error Duration: 23:26 File Size: 22648634

Cyberpunk Radio - #106 - Into the Belly of the Beast and Cyborg Guitar

TIMESTAMP: 2013

A State of Fear in the Homeland

In the early evening he ventured from his secure sleeper and set out onto the cold grey thorough fare. He posted the same self adhesive infrared LED flasher on each security observation pole he passed. These little flashers pissed off the cctv monitors big time; like little roman candles burning into the monitors' otherwise shadowed and noir images.

Within a few blocks Tenco was confronted by a lone black clad sec-cop. He had the corporate logo of a common homeland security code enforcement officer. Tenco tried to veer around the man, but found his feet inextricably stuck to the walkway as if by epoxy. If he had not been wearing his tightly cinched boots he may well have pulled his feet right out of them. 'Stay put', the sec-cop growled rhetorically; Tenco was going nowhere- being literally glued to the spot. He looked down and noticed the stasis pool on the pavement- well fuck, he thought, walked right into that without noticing. Momentarily a convoy of flat black carriers rumbled up. A handful of bio enhanced mil-cops detached from the center carrier and grabbed Tenco by either arm. The sec- cop deactivated the stasis pool with a point and a button click of his multi weapon. The Mil-cops unceremoniously shoved him in the back of the bloated black carrier, and the little convoy unceremoniously trundled off. He had time to ponder his fate during the ride; bandying the meaning of 'rendition' and 'enhanced bio interrogation' about in his imagination like two dead corpses that his brain pleaded with him to avoid staring at, but that he could'nt look away from- the morbid attraction of the words was too strong; 'rendition', 'enhanced bio interrogation'.

Tenco was shaken from his private introspection with a jolt as the little caravan came to an abrupt stop. Tenco, flanked by muted mil-cops, was ushered from the back of the carrier to an awaiting unmarked DHS special ops helicopter.

As soon as they had him strapped in, the helicopter lurched up from the tarmc, leaving Tenco's stomach simultaneously falling to his groin and upwelling biliously up his throat. As the helicopter rapidly banked up and over town, Tenco leaned slightly to look out the door.

"Watch it," said one of his otherwise reticent guards absently over the pers-com, gripping Tenco's arm painfully.

Tenco saw the post office, the logo flag on the steel pole in front. The Main Street was lined with ‘shopping’ flags, each brightly colored and sporting a variety of seemingly benign corporate logos. Tenco allowed himself a sliver of self satisfaction- so far so good, next step- into the belly of the beast.

As they continued, darkside came into view: railroad tracks, car-littered yards, shacks. Plumes of sooty smoke rose from smoldering tenements. The ever present security drones circling lazilly overhead, UMV’s lurked on practically every intersection, even from this distance the barrels of their chem cannons, and the flat plates of pain radiators, were clearly and ominously visible.

Like water fleas, he could make out people shuffled about under UV blocking hats and flowing antirad ponchos. They all had a common demoninator- credit zero. They were the brown and the yellow and the white demonized on the nightly monitors. Parasites on society- takers, not givers. Credit less moochers. Tenco wondered to himself- are they really so dangerous? From his vantage they all seemed so helpless and pathetic. What propaganda could he, no should he, believe?

Tenco also made out the familiar rendering trucks making runs through the streets of Darkside, picking up corpses. Cadaverously turgid flesh flailed like grotesque sea anenomies from the open trailer tops as blood and gore oozed down the camouflaged sides, running over the grey words stenciled on the sides in military font: For God. For Security. For Homeland. Tenco's head suddenly filled with darkness like matt black cotton. He passed out. As Tenco slumped forward in his seat, the guards gave each other a knowing look- the sedatives had overcome the prisoner. Next stop- interrogation and, if Tenco was lucky, a thorough deprogramming; If he was unlucky- if anti government, or even worse, anticorporate information was extracted from him, then he would be terminated and recycled, like so many before him� and after.

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