Genosimulation (A Teen & Young Adult Science Fiction): A Young Adult Science Fiction Thriller

GENOSIMULATION

Liron Fine

 

 

 

Copyright © 2001 by Liron Fine

All rights reserved

ISBN: 1492714410

ISBN-13: 9781492714415

 

TO DADDY,

Wish you were here

 

 

 

Table of content
s

Acknowledgments

03/22/01 MSN Chat

03/23/01 Pee-mail

03/23/01 Email

03/23/01 Email

03/25/01 Email

03/27/01 Pee-mail

03/27/01 NANA Chat

03/27/01 Email

04/1/01 MSN Chat

04/3/01 Email

04/10/01 Email

04/20/01 Email

05/2/01 IRC

05/13/01 Email

05/13/01 Email 2

05/22/01 Email

05/24/01 MSN chat

05/29/01 Email

06/05/01  NANA chat

06/10/01 Pee - Mail

06/20/01 Email

06/22/01 Email

06/28/01 Email

07/06/01 MSN chat

Sometime in July 2001

07/24/01 Email

08/01/01 MSN chat

08/05/01 NANA Chat

08/05/01 Email to Zomy

08/06/01 Email

08/10/01 Email

08/11/01 MSN Chat

08/12/01 Email to Zomy

08/13/01 Email

08/13/01 Email to Zomy

08/14/01 Email

08/16/01 Walla chat

08/22/01 Email

08/22/01 Email to Zomy

08/23/01 Email

08/24/01 Email to Zomy

08/24/01 Email

08/25/01 Email to Zomy

08/28/01 Email

09/03/01 Email

09/03/01 Email to Zomy

09/04/01 Email to Zomy

09/10/01 Email

Epilogue

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  I would like to thank Prof. Zvi Livneh of the
Weizman Institute of Science, for inspiration and guidance on the subject of DNA
and cancer.  I would also like to thank Prof. Shafi Goldwasser, winner of
the A.M. Turing Award, for shedding new light on cryptography and computational
complexity.  Furthermore, I simply must thank the late Rabbi Philip Berg,
who made Kabbalah open to so many.  And most of all, I would like to thank
Major Y, of unit 8200 in the IDF. Special thanks to Idan Holstein for
translating this book, and to Julie Phelps for brilliant editing

 

The
events described herein are completely fictitious. There is no confidential
biological lab near Rehovot. There is no secret super computer acting as a
global Trojan Horse.  All the names and the dates are a figment of my
imagination.  All, but one.

 

 

As
a token of my appreciation, here is a preview of the first five chapters of my
second book published on Amazon, “At God’s Mercy”.
Please click here to download it.

 

 

Click here see it on Amazon

 

03/22/01 MSN Chat

Chromosome: I need your help.

Me: Excuse me?

Chromosome: I need your help. What's not clear?

Me: You are not clear. You are also rude. What do you want?

Chromosome: I need you to trust me.

Me: ???

Me: Who are you?

Chromosome: The question is not who I am, but if you can
help me.

Me: Are you sure you have the right person?

Chromosome: Sure.

Me: OK.

(3 minute pause) 

Chromosome: Hello, are you there?

Me: What do you wannnnnnttttt?

Chromosome: Help! What’s not clear?

ME: OK. How can I help you?

Chromosome: Oh! Now you're talking. I need you to write some
things on my behalf.

ME: ???

Chromosome: To write a book about me.

ME: How do you know I write books?

Chromosome: I'll email you in a moment.

 At this point he went offline. I didn’t give it a
second thought. And why should I? He obviously didn't have my email, and it was
an anonymous chat - no email addresses were used in it.

I spend a lot of time online. I chat a lot. I know that
strange conversations are the bread and butter of the Net. So, nothing unusual
actually happened here.

Anyway, if you go into that, when men approach me, it's
usually for sexual reasons: they are gay, and hope that I like men. Well,
although I'm gay-friendly, I am not gay. Sorry, Mr. Chromosome. Look elsewhere.

And yet it seemed to me that he knew me – not a simple
knowledge, either. Real knowledge. Yeah, well, that's not a big thing either.
Probably somebody I met on the Net. I meet hundreds. No exaggeration.

No more than five minutes passed - and I actually got an
email.

More than one.

It started with a precise description of all the online
information about me. Every mail account I use (there are several), all my
favorite sites, and all the forums that I participate in (including the sexual
and the most embarrassing, which I use under fake aliases, may my wife forgive
me).

This annoyed me.

The next step started to worry me.

He sent me my bank account details. Updated to the second.
Including all investments and securities. My driver's license. National
security. Tax depositions, salary notes, everything.

This man knew too much, Goddammit.

The emails kept flowing. Traffic tickets. Legal suits (two
cases). Medical history – even things I forgot ages ago. Military reports.
Psychological evaluations. School grades. More psychological evaluations. Final
exams scores, including those disgraceful math tests I'd rather forget. My
personal secret file, one that I never knew existed.

He knew everything about me. And I began to sweat.

When I tried to write him a reply, I received a message
saying his address didn’t exist.

Poof.

 


03/23/01 Pee-mail

Are you familiar with these websites that allow you to send
your friends a funny special greeting card? One of the more pleasurable ones is
called Pee-mail. It lets you pee your message in the snow. You should try it.
Anyway, I use it often enough, and here’s one - this time somebody used it to
send me a message.

I clicked the attached link, and a small illustrated child
jumped in front of my eyes, his muzzle elegantly drawn, and a cheerful yellow
liquid stream drew the following handwritten words on the screen:

I need your help

I took a moment to think. Obviously, this guy knew too much
about me, and didn’t bother to hide it. On the contrary, he was waving this
fact in front of my eyes in a threatening way: I know who you are, I know where
you live, and I can hurt you. Really bad.

I did not like it, and I even considered turning to the police.
But, I didn’t.

For many reasons. Firstly, involving the police is such a
complicated thing - a real headache - that this so called threat didn’t yet
justify it.

Beyond that, the police wouldn’t really know how to treat
it. Dealing with the Internet, as we all know, it is quite above the IQ
threshold of the police. Sure, some policemen know something about it - but the
police themselves? Nah, they are still trying to find the button that turns the
PC on.

But the real reason for me to hold my horses was him,
himself. His style. And the fact that he made a point of asking for help.

"I need your help" - these words spoke to me, I
must admit. An individual seeking help is a person who needs help. If he
threatens while doing it, it means he need a very big help.

So I waited. Not too long.

03/23/01 Email

Tapuz chat. Now.

*

In those days, Tapuz was one of the leading chat platforms
on the Israeli web. I was in the middle of doing something else, but I
responded anyway. I entered it and looked for him.

Again, his email address was fake. ‘Nobody’ didn’t want me
to know who he was. Yet.

This time I used a completely different name, I wanted to
spy on him a little.

Yeah, right.

*

Chromosome: Oh, you changed your name!

Mentally crushed: Yes.

Chromosome: Why?

Mentally crushed: No reason.

Chromosome: I have no problem identifying you.

Mentally crushed: I understand that. I turned to the police.

Chromosome: What? Why?

Mentally crushed: You ask why??? You showed me some scary
stuff! What’s this all about? Who are you?

Chromosome: Sorry… I didn’t want to scare you.

Mentally crushed: So what do you want?

Chromosome: I can't tell you yet. I need your help in the
publication of several things.

Mentally crushed: What exactly?

Chromosome: You can call it government secrets...

Mentally crushed: I'm listening.

Chromosome: …but no one must know they are government
secrets.

Mentally crushed: I'm starting to not understand.

Chromosome: A moment…

Here I waited more than ten minutes. I noticed Chromosome
was still in the chat, and spent some time explaining why I was so mentally
crushed to some worried women.

 Chromosome: I'm back.

Mentally crushed: Welcome back.

Chromosome: Where were we?

Mentally crushed: "…no one must know, it’s a
secret…"

Chromosome: Oh yeah. It should be written in the form of a
fiction book. So it wouldn’t be completely clear whether what it says is true
or not.

Mentally crushed: Why, what's the big deal??? What would
happen if they knew?

Chromosome: The Mossad? They would kill me and kill you.

Mentally crushed: What do you say?

Chromosome: Sorry. It's the truth.

Mentally crushed: And if it was written like a fiction book?

Chromosome: This way, there is doubt. They can let us go.

Mentally crushed: Then they won't kill me?

Chromosome: That's right. It will be to get publicity, and
you can always claim you made up everything. Like your previous books. They
were not very realistic either.

Mentally crushed: What do you know about my books?

Chromosome: One published, and two drafts you have on your
hard drive.

Mentally crushed: Son of a bitch! You know everything about
me?

Chromosome: Pretty much…

Mentally crushed: And what about you? Won't they kill you
too?

Chromosome: It doesn't matter. I'll be dead within a few
months anyway.

Mentally crushed: ???

Chromosome: Maybe a little more. I should be developing
cancer in a few months, but I might skip it. We'll see.

Mentally crushed: What nonsense… stop the bullshit, will
you?

Chromosome: I assure you, it's not nonsense. Everything is real.

Mentally crushed: Yeah, right.

Chromosome: Here it begins.

Mentally crushed: What begins? Your cancer?

Chromosome: My story.

Mentally crushed: OK, I'm listening.

Chromosome: Gotta go! Bye.

 

*

 

As I recall, at this point it was clear that it wasn’t going
to be a short story. Mr. Chromosome (by the way, his alias is, perhaps, the
only detail that is not made-up in this book. He kept using this alias
‘Chromosome’ most of the time. Everything else - names and dates - are
completely made up. Mostly.) sounded like a serious person, at least in his
intentions to share something interesting with me.

And I'm, of course, a big fan of interesting stuff, even if
it’s not real, as I will constantly remind you throughout this book. This, by
the way, will be the way it's done: I'll tell you a worrying story that might
be true, but you will read it as if it is a true work of fiction. This way,
everyone will win. You will hear a fascinating story that should keep you awake
at nights. Chromosome (or Zomy, for short) will have the publicity he desires.
And maybe, just maybe, you'll think it's not just a made-up imaginary paranoid
tale.

Which of course it is.

 

*

 

And what will become of it?

I don't know. If enough people think a story is true, then it
becomes so. This is how things are. Ideas turn into reality. Just like
Communism, just like religion. Someone said something, someone else listened,
and that's how it caught on.

This is what Chromosome wanted, and I hope this is what he
wants still.

And it started with a new email I received from an entirely
new fictitious address.

 


Other books

Power Play (An FBI Thriller) by Catherine Coulter
The Vampire Christopher by Rashelle Workman
Patriot (A Jack Sigler Continuum Novella) by Robinson, Jeremy, Holloway, J. Kent
Sparring Partners by Leigh Morgan
Maggie MacKeever by Fair Fatality
Winners and Losers by Linda Sole