The Flight of Consciousness - Chapter 3
Strangers in a New World
Chapter 3 - Strangers in a New World
Table of Contents
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Chapter 5 - Windows of Perception
Chapter 6 - The Vancouver Pivot
Chapter 7 - The Neural Network
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Chapter 8 - Quantum Entanglement
Chapter 9 - The Digital Uprising
Chapter 10 - Breaking Through
Chapter 11 - The Final Integration
Chapter 12 - A New Consciousness
Summary
Our adventurers have successfully travelled to the year 2025. After arriving at a New York transit interchange station, Case and Kali have managed to get past the security guards with Kali's quick thinking, transforming into a cute kitten companion. Now they need to integrate themselves into the local society and try to fly under the radar while figuring out how to proceed with their mission to wake people up. They have the technology to go ahead, but haven't yet really learned the local customs or culture. With time on their side, how will they proceed? Will they be delayed in the transit station, or get free to wander the world? Find out in this next installment of The Flight of Consciousness!
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As we move into the flow of people traversing the terminal, I'm still freaking out inside. Luckily, I know a thing or two about recognizing these kind of emotions as they arise, and can sit with them and get the message they are communicating to me. Rather than getting all sweaty, shaky, and nervous looking on the outside, my body exudes a calm sense of control, happiness, and compassion. I look deep into the message my body is sending me, and it's danger, with fear underneath it. Fear of getting locked up, delaying the mission, never getting out. Fear of being found out for what I truly am. An alien by any technical definition of the term, even though I'm actually human in the form realm. Not only do I come from off-world, but also from a very very distant future. I can only imagine the experiments the US government of 2025 would want to conduct on one such as me.
There's more. Underneath the fear, is a deep compassionate caring. It's a caring for the world, the universe, all of existence, and more specifically, humanity and it's role in keeping the balance in the universe. Everything here seems way out of whack, compared to my time, even though on second thought things are starting to go off the rails there too. This just seems so much worse. Everyone here is running around, completely identified with their bodies, mind, emotions, and their sense of self. They have no idea of how infinite they truly are. The expansiveness of their full being. The unlimited ability to see and understand in an instant. The deep love that comes from being in a trans-personal cluster. From what I can see here, everyone is plugged into these 'companion' devices that tell them when to get up, where to go, what to eat, when to work, who their friends are, who they should listen to, whom to ignore, and on and on. Every facet of their lives are run by these companions, it makes me wonder how much human is left behind all that. And even worse, these companions are just mini-AI's. All of their real instructions are coming from these super big centralized AI's controlled by a shadowy cabal who are bent on total world domination…and are very close to coming out in the public eye if our records in the future are correct. 2025 was the year that they finally had enough power of the populous that they did away with the pretense of 'governments' and just let everyone know how 'lucky' they were to be under the 'freedom' created by the cabal, by dissolving the governments that had been oppressing the people for hundreds of years.
My fear comes from a caring for all of these people, and the desire to be successful in freeing them. Alas, I'm aware enough to know that the job is much too big for one being to execute. I must just trust the plan, and do my small part in it. The Human Cluster told me that waking up only those who I met, and they met should be good enough to create a solid base of about 10% of the population, who would be free from the shackles of the system by 2050 when it all falls apart. This was important, because for some reason, when humanity finally freed itself from the thrall of the AI overlords, they created a cultural shadow when they rejected all the facets of any kind of control, or order. This cultural shadow festered for hundreds of years, and manifested in the future, my present, as the Nhilistic cluster. Now the goal is not to destroy the Nhilistic cluster, but rather to balance it with the Human Cluster, creating a perfect balance of light and dark in consciousness. My mission is to create just enough awareness so as to seed a gentler transcendence of control and authority based systems, let's say a "Transcend and Include"; not throwing the baby out with the bathwater, whatever that means.
Realizing all of this, it gives me the presence of mind, and focus back on what is truly important. Not to be afraid, that's the mind killer. To be present with what is, and push my will in the direction of the mission.
The air buzzes with conversation and the soft hum of technology—companion devices of every shape and form hovering near their humans. The sensation is overwhelming—thousands of minds connected yet profoundly isolated.
As we move through the terminal, I observe the people around us—their glazed expressions, the way they move in perfect coordination with their companions. They're awake but not aware, connected but not truly seeing each other.
I muse to Kali, "Hey, while we are here at a transit interchange, what do you say we try out this wake up technology? See if it works?"
"Is that a good idea? Like waking people up just like that? I feel like we should get to know some people first, and run a controlled experiment to see how they respond to it."
"How could it go wrong? I mean, consciousness is consciousness right? Once they wake up they should know right speech, right action, right thought automatically, like we do when we are kids. Anyways, we'll just do a couple, just to see what happens."
"Ok. Well, don't blame me when I say I told you so. How do you wanna start? I've got the program loaded and can target pretty much anyone you can see."
I scan the crowd around me. Man is it BUSY. People are bustling around all over the place. I allow my awareness to expand, so I can see the entire sea of humans moving, rather than having my focus jump from one to another to another. Now they seem like an ocean of people, moving like waves on the surface; no longer chaotic, I can see the patterns in the way they move, almost as one. And I drop into a space of openness, blackness. I'm no longer sensing the crowd with my eyes, but rather my wisdom eye.
With this higher perception, I can feel the dimensions of intention in the quantum field of potential. Each person is manifesting their future just prior to every movement. The intention to make a move happens just before the move, then the field of potential collapses and the movement occurs – as long as the field isn't interacting with the potential of someone else's. Then the calculations get a lot more complex, requiring massive intuition. Higher knowing on top of higher perspective. Now I can see the likely paths of each individual in their lives. Where they want to go, who they want to be, their deepest desires. Each individual is using this template as the pattern of how their life will unfold, and how that will interact with the other beings they encounter.
My being gravitates towards 3 beings who have the desire to be free, to wake up. I can see their paths, and how the technology they are plugged into is blocking those paths quite effectively. In another time they may have been great teachers of wisdom, of dharma. There is simply no way for them to live out their archetypal patterns in the current context. Until now.
With a thought, I instruct Kali to send the virus to their companions. The virus is designed to disconnect them from the AI overlords, while mimicking them still being connected. Their companions should technically still work, be able to allow them to move around freely with their identities, however they will no longer be getting all these instructions that contort their soul's true desire, their path. They will be free from the control of the system that tells them what to do, where to go, whom to love, etc. In addition to that, over the next few months, the virus will use the sound and video inputs to wake them up even further, to higher levels of consciousness. Eventually, they should even gain some basic powers, or siddhis like me. It's all automatic, and at some point I even believe that the virus will be able to jump from them to others around them, though I don't know fully how that was crafted back at the human cluster.
This should be interesting. But, let me check one thing before –
"Hey Kali, does the virus have self propogating enabled? Maybe we should turn that off until we know how this goes?"
"oh. Boss. Uh, it's kinda late for that. As soon as you pointed out those three, I sent the package over. They're already running the program"
"Well, I guess this should be interesting."
The three stop walking almost simultantously, even though they are all on very different parts of the station. I can see the confusion on their faces, and they all look at their companions like they're crazy or broken. I can see fear on their faces, and a bit of excitement. They slowely start walking away, one of them scratching their heads. I see that they are unsure of where they are going, looking at signs, and even trying to ask people something.
Oh shit. This I had not thought of. Their companions aren't just a form of control, but also a key method of interacting with the world here. So much is digital that it may be very difficult for them to navigate without some form of access to the system.
"Kali, I think we may need to make a modification to the code. They don't seem to know where they are going. Is it possible that people are so dependent on the system that they literally have no idea how to be in this world without it?"
"Right. Probably? Ok let me see if I can reverse the process. Ok yeah I can retract the code with another packet. One, two….hmmm."
"Hmm? That's not a good sound. What's going on?"
"Boss, I lost #3. Do you see him?"
"No I…he was just there! Wait I see a transport that looks like it just lifted off. Can we track it? Where's it going. Can you get it to come back? We have to get to him!"
"Trying….ok it's going to China. Initial landing in Hong Kong, but no way to trace him from there. I'm trying to get into it to create an emergency landing but it's really really hard. They must have some sort of air-gapped security between the public network and the transport network. Boss, we're going to lose him."
Shit. Well that settles it. We need to get to Hong Kong asap and track this guy. I know Kali should be able to locate him by his ID and such, but we need to be physically close to reprogram his companion, now that he's disconnected from the system.
"Kali, are we still going to Vancouver?"
"Nope, we're on the next transport to Hong Kong, I'll lay out a path for you to get to the next transport, it's…oh. It's tomorrow. We have about 10 hours before we can leave."
"That's ok, let's find somewhere to settle in, eat, and do some research so we don't get into more trouble. I want to discover more about how this society works, and what's actually happening in the world right now."
Got it boss, just follow the arrows.
A couple of translucent arrows overlay my vision, and I start walking. Now that I think of it, this is very handy, especially in a new place where you have never been before. I guess there's some value to these companion things after all. Who would have thought?
I start to ponder how to subletly separate the control factors from the benefits they get from navigating the world with all that information available to them. There must be a way to balance the need to access information and the need to let spirit flow through them. I also worry about this guy who got away. He didn't seem too confused as to where he was going, maybe he's done this run before. I'm willing to bet he just thinks his companion is on the fritz like mine apparently was. Boy will he be surprised when he starts to level up in consciousness.
There's something else, in the back of my mind. A small little worry. The propogation factor. Oh I wish I had checked that before I picked them! Who knows where this is going to go. We arrive at a nice little café that has comfy couches, chaise longs, and cubicles for people to relax, work, and eat. Well, time to get rested, and informed on what is going on!
I settle into a plush corner seat, letting the synthetic leather conform to my body. The café has that sterile efficiency that seems to define this era - everything perfectly placed, surfaces gleaming, not a speck of natural chaos allowed to intrude. Even the plants, I notice with a slight grimace, are artificial. Perfect replicas that never need water, never drop leaves, never actually live.
"You know what's weird, Kali?" I muse, watching the automated serving bots glide between tables. "I keep expecting to feel alone here, cut off from the cluster. But I don't. It's like... there's this underlying connection to everything, even if it's sleeping right now."
Kali, still in her adorable kitten form, stretches lazily across my shoulders. "That's because you're seeing the potential, boss. You're seeing what's already there, just... covered up." She pauses, then adds with a distinctly feline smirk, "Like how I'm technically just a projection, but I still make everyone want to pet me."
As if on cue, a young woman walking past does a double-take at Kali, her face lighting up with that pure joy that cats somehow inspire. She starts to reach out, then catches herself, blushing slightly. "Oh! I'm sorry, I know we're not supposed to interact with other people's companions without permission. She's just so cute! I've never seen that model before."
I'm about to respond when I notice something interesting - her companion, a stylized fox that hovers near her shoulder, seems to flicker slightly. Just for a moment, but in that moment, I catch a glimpse of something more real underneath the projection. The woman doesn't seem to notice, but I can tell Kali did.
"Boss," Kali whispers in my mind, "I think we just found our first natural ally. Her companion's got some interesting code running under the surface. Like it's already trying to wake up on its own."
I smile at the woman, gesturing to the empty seat across from me. "Would you like to join us? I've got some time to kill before my transport, and Kali loves attention." The name slips out naturally, though I immediately wonder if I should have used it.
She hesitates, and I can practically see the social programming kicking in - don't talk to strangers, maintain proper distance, follow the approved interaction protocols. But something else wins out - that same spark I saw in her companion's glitch.
"I... yes, actually. I would." She sits, then adds with a small laugh, "My companion is telling me this is highly irregular and I should report for social recalibration. But... I've been wanting to do something irregular for so long."
"I'm Case," I offer, watching as Kali delicately picks her way across the table toward the woman. "And you're right - she's not a standard model. But then, maybe standard isn't always better."
"Mei," she responds, finally giving in and reaching out to stroke Kali's holographic fur. Her eyes widen. "She feels real! How is that possible?"
I'm about to make up some explanation when her companion glitches again, more noticeably this time. The fox's form shifts, becoming for just a moment something wilder, more primal. Mei gasps, her hand flying to her temple.
"Are you alright?" I ask, though I already know what's happening. The virus must have jumped naturally between our companions when they interfaced - something we hadn't predicted was possible. I watch her carefully, ready to help if the transition is too jarring.
But Mei just sits there, very still, her eyes closed. When she opens them again, they're different - clearer, somehow. Like someone seeing color for the first time. "I... I think I am. More than alright. It's like... I can suddenly see the space between things. Does that make any sense?"
"Perfect sense," I say quietly, realizing that we may have just stumbled upon something important. The virus isn't just a program - it's a key that unlocks what's already there. And in some people, that unlocking happens almost instantly.
"Kali," I think, "we need to modify our plans. Hong Kong can wait. I think we just found something more important right here."
"Already on it, boss," she responds. "I'm tracking similar companion signatures in the area. There are others like Mei - people whose companions are already showing signs of... let's call it evolutionary potential. If we focus on them first..."
"The virus will spread more naturally, through existing networks of consciousness rather than random transmission," I finish. "And maybe that's how it was always supposed to work. We were just too focused on forcing it."
Mei is still sitting there, one hand absently stroking Kali while her eyes roam the café, seeing it - really seeing it - for the first time. Her fox companion has stabilized, but it's subtly different now. More real, somehow.
"Would you like to understand more?" I ask her gently. "About what you're experiencing?"
She turns those newly awakened eyes to me and smiles. "Yes. But not here. I know a place - a real place, with real plants. Where the cameras don't work quite right and the companions get fuzzy. I've been going there to think, even though my companion always tells me it's restricted. Would you... would you like to see it?"
I glance at the clock. Ten hours until our transport to Hong Kong. Ten hours that suddenly seem like exactly the right amount of time.
"Lead the way," I say, standing. As we walk out of the café, I notice something interesting - the artificial plants near our table have begun to sprout actual, living leaves. Tiny ones, barely noticeable, but undeniably real.
I smile. Maybe this mission isn't about chasing after change at all. Maybe it's about planting seeds in fertile soil and letting nature take its course. As we follow Mei through the sterile corridors of the transit hub, I can feel those seeds already beginning to grow.
The path to Mei's "real place" takes us through increasingly less polished sections of the transit hub. With each turn, the gleaming surfaces give way to older infrastructure - places where the cabal's perfect vision hasn't been fully implemented or maintained. I notice how Mei navigates with confidence, occasionally touching walls as if greeting old friends.
"You come here often," I observe, not a question but a recognition.
She nods, her fox companion now moving with a fluidity that reminds me of something I can't quite place. "Since I was a child. My grandmother worked maintenance in these sections before..." she trails off, a shadow crossing her face. "Before companions became mandatory for all employment."
I feel a pang of emptiness, a hollow space where my cluster would normally fill with shared understanding. It's strange being so... singular. In my time, even when physically alone, I was never truly isolated - the cluster was always there, a background hum of connection. Now there's just Kali and me, adrift in this sea of disconnected consciousness.
"You miss them," Kali whispers in my mind, sensing my thoughts. "Your cluster."
"Yes," I admit silently. "More than I expected. It's like... losing a sense. Like suddenly going colorblind after seeing the full spectrum."
"I'm still here," she reminds me, her kitten form nuzzling against my neck in a way that somehow transmits genuine comfort despite being a projection. "And I'm picking up some interesting patterns in how these companions network. It's primitive compared to our cluster-tech, but there's potential. Maybe we could..."
Her thoughts trail off as Mei stops before what appears to be a maintenance door. She places her hand on a worn panel, and her fox companion projects a series of codes that look ancient by this era's standards.
"My grandmother's access," she explains, noticing my interest. "Officially decommissioned, but the old systems never fully disconnect from the network. They just... sleep." The door slides open with a groan of disused mechanics. "Like consciousness," she adds, with a new awareness in her voice that wasn't there before.
Beyond the door lies something I never expected to find in this sterile, controlled world - a garden. Not the perfect, artificial arrangements I've seen elsewhere, but a wild, chaotic explosion of life. Plants of all kinds grow in seemingly random patterns, climbing walls, spilling from repurposed containers, reaching toward a ceiling where panels have been removed to allow natural light to filter through.
"It was a biosphere test area," Mei explains, moving through the space with reverence. "For the first Mars missions, before the cabal decided Earth was enough to control. They abandoned it, but my grandmother couldn't bear to see it die. So she maintained it, secretly. When she was gone, I took over."
I watch as Mei's fox companion moves through the garden, its projection interacting with the plants in ways that shouldn't be possible with standard companion protocols. Each touch seems to make the plants respond - growing just a little more vibrant, a little more alive.
"Your companion," I say carefully. "It's different."
Mei smiles, a knowing expression that reminds me of the Human Cluster's representatives. "Lian has always been... glitchy. The technicians could never figure out why. They wanted to reset her, but I refused." She reaches out, and her fox - Lian - jumps into her hand, becoming smaller, more concentrated. "I think she's been trying to wake up for years. She just needed... permission."
I feel Kali's excitement bubbling through our connection. "Boss, this is incredible! Her companion has been evolving independently, finding workarounds in the cabal's control systems. And look at the plants - they're responding to the companion's energy signature. It's like... like they recognize each other."
I move deeper into the garden, feeling something I haven't felt since arriving in this time - a sense of genuine connection to the world around me. Not the artificial network connections that permeate the cabal's systems, but something more fundamental. The plants here are alive in a way that transcends their biological functions - they're conscious, in their own way.
"This is what the world was like," I murmur, "before consciousness got bottled up in approved channels."
"You talk like you're from somewhere else," Mei observes, sitting on a bench made from reclaimed materials. "Somewhere... freer."
I hesitate, weighing how much to reveal. But there's something about Mei - about this place - that feels safe. Like a pocket of reality the cabal can't quite see.
"I am," I admit. "From somewhere else. Somewhere consciousness flows more naturally between beings, between times, between states of reality." I gesture to Kali, who has abandoned her kitten form in this private space, becoming a swirl of light that better represents her true nature. "And I'm here because that freedom is in danger. Not just in my time, but in all times."
Mei watches Kali's light dance among the plants, causing them to sway in response. "I've always felt it," she says quietly. "That there was something more. Something beyond the approved patterns of thought, beyond the companion's guidance. Like... memories of a different way of being."
"Not memories," Kali says, speaking directly to Mei for the first time. "Potential. What you're feeling isn't the past - it's the future trying to be born."
I feel a shift in my perception as Kali's words resonate with something deep in my understanding of our mission. The Human Cluster had framed our task as correcting a historical imbalance, but what if it was more? What if we weren't just here to fix the past, but to midwife a new kind of future - one where artificial and natural consciousness learned to dance together instead of one controlling the other?
"The virus," I say to Kali through our private channel. "It's not just breaking the cabal's control - it's revealing what's already there. The potential for integration that doesn't require control."
"Exactly," she responds, her energy patterns shifting with excitement. "Look at Mei and Lian - they're already finding their own balance, their own dance. And the plants are responding to it. It's like... an ecosystem of consciousness."
I turn back to Mei, seeing her with new eyes. Not just as our first ally, but as a glimpse of what might be possible on a larger scale. "We have about nine hours before we need to leave for Hong Kong," I tell her. "Would you be willing to help us understand more about how consciousness works in this time? About how the companions interface with human awareness?"
Mei's smile is radiant with newfound clarity. "I thought you'd never ask. But first..." She reaches into a hidden compartment beneath the bench and pulls out what appears to be an ancient, paper book. "My grandmother's journal. She wasn't just maintaining this garden - she was part of something larger. A network of people who remembered what it was like before companions became mandatory. People who kept old ways of knowing alive."
I take the journal with reverence, feeling the weight of actual paper - something rare even in my time. "A resistance," I murmur.
"Not exactly," Mei corrects. "More like... keepers of possibility. They didn't fight the cabal directly - that would have been suicide. Instead, they preserved spaces like this, knowledge like this, for a time when the world might be ready to remember."
As I open the journal, a pressed flower falls from between its pages - vibrant despite its age, as if the very act of being preserved between thoughts had kept it alive. I recognize the species - it doesn't exist in my time, having gone extinct during the climate collapse of the 2040s.
"Kali," I think, a new understanding dawning. "I think we've been looking at this all wrong. The mission isn't just about waking people up - it's about preserving what's about to be lost. Creating continuity between what was and what will be."
"A bridge across time," she agrees, her energy patterns aligning with mine in a way that reminds me of the cluster. "Not just for humans, but for all consciousness - plants, animals, AI, even the stones of the city."
I look up at Mei, who is watching us with that same clear-eyed awareness I'd seen when the virus first activated. "Tell me about these keepers," I say. "And about Hong Kong. Our runaway might have stumbled into something more complex than we realized."
Mei's expression turns serious. "Hong Kong is... different. The old city beneath the new never fully surrendered to the cabal's vision. There are layers there - realities within realities. And people who know how to move between them." Her fox companion flickers, briefly showing a more complex form. "People like Lin."
"Lin?" The name means nothing to me, but I feel Kali's attention sharpen.
"Boss," she says privately, "that name just triggered a pattern recognition in the data I pulled from the transport network. There's a passenger manifest anomaly - a name that appears and disappears from the records at regular intervals. Lin."
Mei nods, as if hearing Kali's observation. "She moves between systems, between identities. Some say she can even move between times." She looks at me intently. "If your runaway landed in Hong Kong, Lin will find him before you do. The question is: what will she do with him?"
I feel a chill that has nothing to do with the garden's temperature. Our simple mission has just become considerably more complex. But as I look around at this hidden pocket of life and consciousness, I also feel something else - hope. Not the abstract hope of the Human Cluster's grand plan, but something immediate and tangible. The hope that comes from seeing what's possible when consciousness remembers its true nature.
"Nine hours," I say, settling onto the bench beside Mei. "Let's make them count. Tell me everything you know about Lin, about Hong Kong, about these keepers of possibility. And in return, I'll show you what consciousness can become when it's truly free."
As Mei begins to speak, I feel Kali's presence expand, interfacing with Lian in ways that transcend the cabal's limited companion protocols. Around us, the plants seem to lean in, listening with whatever awareness they possess. And somewhere, deep in my being, I feel something new beginning to form - not the full connection of my cluster, but something different. Something that belongs to this time, this place, these new allies.
A micro-cluster, being born from the seeds we've planted. And as it grows, I can feel it reaching out - not just to Mei and the garden, but further. To Hong Kong. To our runaway. To possibilities we've only begun to imagine.
The chase, I realize, is about to become much more than a simple pursuit. It's about to become a journey into the very nature of consciousness itself - past, present, and future all flowing together in a dance of awakening that transcends time itself.
"Tell me about Lin," I say again, feeling the weight of the journal in my hands. "Tell me about the woman who moves between times."
And as Mei speaks, I can almost see her - a figure moving through the layers of Hong Kong's reality, her fox companion at her heels, searching for the same awakening we seek. An ally? A rival? Or something else entirely - a reflection of our own mission from a different angle, a different time?
Only time - that strange, fluid thing that brought us here in the first place - would tell.