They landed on polyeuronesia. A small garbage island in the pacific.
Strangely it had a few boats tethered to the edges and a tiny mound upon which a small cargo container sat with a flag denoting the plastic nations identity,’
“No on knows about this place its even has a propulsion system to avoid getting swept up by cargo ships or the government long distance drones or sattelite scanners. Its co-ordinates are very well kept secret.
Plus we harvest the oceans pollution to build it and recycle so it’s a win win.
J-pop looked like she had stumbled into another dimension or some dream.
“Hey I had a dream last night about my twin dancing but disobeying everything I did.”
Gamer stoked his chin as they both climbed off the ladder to the garbage landing that had a small etched path and stairs made of every possible plastic and tin product you could imagine. The pastiche of rotted labels and graphics meshed together with some kind of netted woven thin fabric.
“Well the Voice to skull and Monarch programming might have effected you while they did the upload to the MedusA.i network. So it’s like Havana Syndrome but worse its psychosis.”
“Will it stop.” J-pop looked worried as they neared the top of the rubbish stairs to where the elevated cargo container sat with a strange like holographic door.
“It may take sometime. We have to get to MedusA.i and stop the universal upload of psychosis. They have been scanning everyones faces and behaviours and bodies using Wifi cameras and basically people staring at screens for long years of their lives. So now they are creating a full global world within a world. Where they can make you do anything. Crimes, dancing, entertainment, murder. Good deeds… you see how dangerous this is… They can make the world psychotically controlled by recreating everyone in their image.”
Gamer put his hand through the hologram that was projected on a steam air curtain and the front door of a nice office appeared as they walked through into a nice area where a man with a long beard looked up from the round ball of various colours.
“Oracle. This is J-pop. J-pop this is the oracle.” Gamer said as the man looked down his nose and winked at J-pop with a wry smile and a few of his wrinkles at the edge of his eyes displaying a playful wisdom.
“Can you find my upload avatar and get it back for me.” J-pop said quickly,
“All in good time everything is entirely possible.” The oracle pointed to the sphere as they both walked up to the glass rotating on its own in water.
“So you have cracked the cypher?” Gamer said hopefully,
“Not get Gamer but we will get there. Its interesting we have now geo-located there message base for the A.i godhead Temple. We just have to somehow find a way to get there undetected. Anyway time to cook dinner you will find your rooms have clothes and beds after your big adventure. Enjoy the ambiance of polyeuronesia the only free state in the entire world that no one knows about.” Gamer laughed at the Oracles sarcasm as he offered a gesture for J-pop to walk to the left room while he went to the opposite door.
The rooms although spartan were in a zen style of minimalism and had all that one needed in the small space to feel at home on a garbage island. The clothes were basic overalls that J-pop had to modify to fit her small body frame. They all sat down to a hearty feed of seafood and planktons that were made into some kind of amazing cheesy flavour.
“All harvested from our little bio-farm below the cargo deck.” The place runs on dissolved plastics using an enzyme that turns the plastic into a biofuel that we use for the kinetic engines when the solar and hydrogen is low to push the island around to avoid detection.” Oracle pointed to the Zeppelin outside. “We will send the Zeppelin over contentious Asian airspace on autopilot now to cause a international incident that will keep the media busy for days.”
J-pop felt overwhelmed that she was not exactly smart in all their scientific ways but spilled and took up the empty dishes and did what she could to help.
“I don’t understand much of what is going on. I am just a singer.” She said while cleaning off the plates into the garbage disposal chute.
“Not a problem my dear.” The oracle looking down his nose into his small round bi focal glasses. “You are the reason we can perhaps save the world from mass Psychosis upload. We will need your dreams to track the avatar doppelgänger they have uploaded of you to get everyone pulled into the machine. “You could save the world.” He said quite seriously.
She smiled. “I am from a humble family they were so proud I could get fame and money for singing and dancing. But always wanted to learn about caring for animals and nature.”
“Its never too late my dear j-pop” Oracle took a deep breath tomorrow we will see. Just wear the halo beside your bed when you sleep. “Here have a cup of this herbal tea. It will help take your mind off things.” Oracle sipped at the tea before handing it to Gamer and then in an almost ritual handing it to J-pop for the final sip.