Electronics One

Mark C Giffin

Description

Artificial Intelligence is an exciting realm with dire consequences if used wrongly. By itself, artificial Intelligence should not go unchecked and out of control
Electronics One delves into the emerging field of Artificial Intelligence (A.I.), its benefits and disadvantages, as the main character Stephen enjoys becoming a very rich man by being able to use A.I. While working hard and inventing an A.I. doll as well as an electronic body armour and a fuel saving device he meets his future wife Svetlana who had studied at a facility designed to train women into keeping a millionaire happy and contented. Book 2, continuing on the story of the main character, his life and his affair with artificial intelligence will be released in a few months.

Sujets

• Adventure (Guyana)
• Artificial Intelligence
• Adventure
• Fiction
• Action

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press AU
• Date de parution: 08 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781982295127
• Langue: English

Extrait

Electronics One
 
Book 1
 
 
 
 
Mark C Giffin
 
 
 
 
 

 
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ISBN: 978-1-9822-9511-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-9822-9512-7 (e)
 
Balboa Press rev. date: 08/03/2022
Contents
1.The Accident
2.Recovery
3.Electronics One
4.The Next Step
5.Svetlana
6.A New Life
7.Life with Stephen
8.Australia
9.A New Project
10.Trouble
11.The Social Scene
12.Government Contract
13.The Emergency
14.Time Out
15.Help is Needed
16.The Attack
17.The Debriefing
18.Contracts
19.Another Problem or Two
20.The Wedding
21.After the Wedding
1 The Accident
The old farmer was out fixing fences. His was a large property in the outback of Australia. It stretched for a mile beside the road, and his fence kept the cattle from wandering. He had just finished putting a fence post in where the old post had collapsed and was tying the wire back up when he heard a loud whoosh , as if something went past him along the road. He looked up but saw nothing unusual. Very little traffic went this way in this almost desert-like country.
Just after he looked up, he heard an almighty bang . What the hell was that? he thought. Better go and check it out. Might be one of them spaceships crashed . There had been strange lights in the sky lately. Or maybe it was one of those secret government cover-ups and a spy plane had crashed. Although no one would want to spy out here. A farmer can have a great imagination when there is not a lot to do in the middle of nowhere.
Old Bill, as everyone called him, hopped into his battered four-wheel drive and headed out to where he thought the noise came from. Something had hit a large boulder just off the side of the road near a small bend. He didn’t get as far as the boulder and the bend. He looked in a paddock a hundred yards before the boulder and found nothing. He had no explanation and left it at that.
If he had gone just that bit farther, he would have seen a wreck strewn over a quarter of a mile and a boulder—in it embedded bits of motorbike and human body parts. The boulder itself had a decently sized crack where there had not been one before.
Someone had certainly had an accident.
2 Recovery
The engineers in the shed were on alert. The motorbike was no longer on their computer screens. It had been sent out for a test ride. The rider was experienced and had once been a test pilot. No amount of working on the computer would bring the GPS tracking device back up. There was nothing left to do but physically go out and see if everything was all right.
The chief engineer and two security men hopped into a van and headed off for the last position the bike and rider were tracked to. It was about thirty miles away. They got to the exact position. What they saw both dismayed and shocked them. Bits of human remains were plastered against a boulder. On the other side of the boulder for some distance was the rest of the rider and bike. It was an awful scene.
Two men stayed back to start cleaning up what they could. The other man went back to the shed to gather equipment that would help with the clean-up. When the man driving the van returned, the other two had already recovered a lot of the motorbike. Gloves and plastic bags were now being used to load up the body parts. The engineer was feeling sick after seeing the viscera strewn across the area. The two security men kept at it. The boulder had been scrubbed to remove blood. Finally, after a few hours, it became hard to see that a wreck along with a mutilated body had even been at the scene.
After all their efforts were placed inside the back of the van, they headed back to the shed. Inside the van, the men were quiet and sombre. They had lost a good man. The chief engineer was feeling unwell but was determined to get back and find out what happened.
When they arrived at the shed, they saw the other men were all downfaced. The chief engineer walked in and said, “Back to work. Let’s find out what happened.”
The security men were sent to clean up the motorcycle parts and to incinerate the body parts. The engineers got as much information as they could on the last activity of the motorcycle before the crash.
“Look here,” said one of the engineers. “It shows here he was doing over 180 miles an hour at the time he crashed.”
They poured over the data, and sure enough, that was correct. The vacuum module had been able to take the motorbike up to that speed. But why did the rider put himself at such risk? Was it to see just how fast he could go? Did the canceller not work? Did he commit suicide?
Suicide was immediately ruled out. Josh, the rider, was a happy fellow who loved new challenges. It was unlikely the canceller didn’t work. It was checked just before he took the bike out. Most likely, he wanted to see just how far he could take the bike. By the computer data, he had just kept accelerating since he had left the shed. He was someone who took risks, although this risk wasn’t sanctioned. It looked as though he hadn’t correctly judged or couldn’t keep to the slight bend before the boulder, and so he rode directly for it at 180 miles an hour.
The motorbike had been modified. There was no petrol or electric motor. Instead, there was a vacuum module and batteries. The batteries provided power to enable the vacuum modulator to work. Once powered up, the modulator created a vacuum in front of it. The modulator was placed in front of the motorbike, and the vacuum it created in front of the bike pulled the motorbike forward. The amount of power provided to the modulator determined how much forward momentum could be created. For the rider to reach that speed at that point in place and time meant he must have had it at full capacity.
The modulator they were using was the latest development in the creation of Stephen Frost, also known as Electronics One, by the electronics engineers in the company.
“How the hell are we going to manage this?” said the chief of security.
“I don’t know,” said the engineering chief. “I’m an engineer, not a lawyer.”
“First thing we have to do is alert home base in New York.”
After communicating with the head office on a secure line and informing them of the incident, they had to wait for a return call. The chief engineer wished this hadn’t happened on his shift. All the staff there rotated with other engineers and security personnel every two months. There was an airstrip on the property they were on. Most of the larger property stations out here had their own airstrip. A commercial liner would bring them to Sydney, and from there, they would be taken on a chartered flight directly to the station. The staff that had been working there returned on the charter flight and eventually made it back to New York.
While waiting for the return call, the chief engineer looked around the shed. Although they called it a shed, it was actually a large, elaborate enclosed building. It had many computers and instruments, all within a large air-conditioned office with partitions and desks. There was a little kitchen nearby and a small dining room table. The shed itself had numerous solar panels on the roof, and there was a large generator out behind the shed supplying the needs of the shed and farm where solar wasn’t enough.
Various cars and motorbikes were stored over on the other side. Most of the vehicles contained their original motors—some diesel, some petrol. There was even an electric car. The idea was to test these vehicles in various forms with a vacuum modulator installed on the front of the vehicle. It was incredible that a vacuum would remain in front of the car while the modulator was on, simultaneously repelling air in front of it. This was the brilliance of Stephen Frost, the ability to invent something so cutting edge. All the engineers in the company considered it a privilege to work for him.
The call came in from New York. They were to determine which of the vehicles Josh had last driven before taking the motorcycle out on its test run. Then, carefully so as not t