In the remote coniferous forests of Siberia, where corporate laboratories are hidden from government and public scrutiny, a chilling story of the consequences of an inhuman experiment by a mega-corporation unfolds. In pursuit of super-profits and military competition, corporate scientists, for whom human lives mean little, have created SimCybers – ape-like creatures with hypertrophied intelligence and psychopathic tendencies. The result of their ambitions spiraled out of control, turning the taiga into a proving ground for confrontation between the locals and the terrifying creatures.
Famous blogger Artyom, who went in pursuit of sensation in these remote places together with the guide-geodesist Georgiy, finds himself in the epicenter of the conflict between people and these brilliant but ruthless creatures. What began as a reportage turns into a struggle for survival and an attempt to expose the heinous crimes of corporate science against humanity.
The story explores the fine line between progress and greed, where corporate ambition and lust for power collide with the unpredictable consequences of uncontrolled experimentation. This is the story of what happens when an artificially created mind, superior to the human mind, inherits from its creators not only genius, but a complete contempt for human life.
«The Rage of the Pure Mind» is a merciless reminder of what happens when science becomes a tool of corporate greed and humanity is sacrificed to the pursuit of profit and power.
The Rage of the Pure Mind
The wet city glowed with a million neon lights, like a giant organism covered in multicolored scales. The shadows on the walls trembled like ghosts as the karas swept past. Rain poured down in an endless stream, creating ripples that resembled the fluid paintings of a mad artist.
This new, closed city was in the middle of nowhere in Siberia, surrounded by endless forests and snow. Only scientists and guards lived here, working under strict secrecy. There was no place for ordinary life in this place, only cold functionality and endless research.
In one of the offices, an unusual conversation was taking place. In the center of the room, standing at a metal desk, was SimCyber. His figure, tall and imposing, was shrouded in an aura of aloofness. His dark eyes, glowing with cold indifference, seemed like windows into a void where there was neither joy nor sorrow.
– You read in several languages,» said the Chairman of the Commission, an elderly man with a tired look and a gaunt face. His voice was firm, but there was a note of underlying tension in it. The chairman looked at his watch and it showed not only the time but also the year. 2053.– Familiar with higher mathematics and capable of performing many tasks. Do you believe that this makes you human?
SimCyber turned his head slowly, his movements were perfectly calibrated, as if he was deliberately slowing down time. His voice, hoarse and guttural, sounded like a distant echo:
– Is it human? – He paused, letting the words sink into the silence. – What does it mean to be human? Knowledge? The ability to solve problems? Or perhaps the ability to ask questions that have no answer? You speak of functions, but isn’t the essence of a human being something more?
The chairman squinted, his fingers tapping impatiently on the edge of the table. He leaned forward, as if trying to get a better look at his interlocutor’s face.
– People aren’t just minds,» he said, trying to keep his voice firm. – We are emotions, our feelings, our impulses. That’s something you’ll never have.
SimCyber nodded, his face remaining impenetrable.
– Emotions… – he repeated, as if testing the word to taste. – But what do they mean if not a response to stimuli? Pain, joy, anger, they’re just chemical processes. You call it the soul. But isn’t humanity just another name for your consciousness?
The chairman frowned; his gaze even harder.
– Humanity is something more than consciousness,» he replied with pressure. – It is the capacity for love, for self-sacrifice. It’s what makes us human.
SimCyber raised his hand slowly, as if he wanted to draw attention to himself.
– What if I told you that I saw those I thought were mine being experimented on? That I made decisions that led to their salvation at the cost of my own existence? Isn’t that sacrifice? Isn’t love? Or are you saying that my feelings are mere simulacra, devoid of authenticity?
There was a tense silence in the air. The chairman closed his eyes, as if trying to shut out what he had heard, but SimCyber ’s words continued to echo in his head.
– You’re trying to prove your humanity,» he finally said, his voice almost a whisper. – But humanity is something that cannot be faked. It is something that is beyond pure reason.
SimCyber didn’t answer anything. He simply stood in the centre of the room, his eyes staring somewhere in the void. In that moment, he seemed like a figure from another world – alien, yet frighteningly close. The chairman turned away and headed for the exit, but stopped on the threshold.
