NDCP - a wildetect short story

The year is 2418 – 
man in his infinite wisdom has developed a Neural Didactic Conscience Processor. (NDCP) this in short allows scientists the means to determine the immediate emotional state and mindset of any given subject. Past generations of man practiced extreme segregation along racial, financial, class and religious lines.  However When man progressed to the point where all men were found to be absolutely  exactly the same and equal in physical merit and otherwise – it became necessary to segregate humanity along other more cranially stringent control lines. So the fervent need for an instrument to measure this difference in man’s intellectual and principally his emotional state was born.

Extremely clever scientists who believe we created and pulled ourselves out the quagmire of the nothing, nothing through billions of failed  and a few successful mutations started in earnest to explore this new measurement of emotional neural science exploration.  My very limited understanding of this new science is that The EQ, for want of a better understanding is different from IQ. And therefore needed its own accurate measuring process which is completely unique. The deduction was that people have various levels of emotional ability – ones conscience determines how far you will go to get what you desire. 

People prone to very extreme anti-social behaviour register very low on the NDCP unit of measure and those who are of a nurturing nature register very high. So the need to segregate these now obviously different types of people became very necessary.  This is not segregation along race, class or religious grounds – its segregation along the pure minds emotional ability. (Emotional apartheid was born by an elite group of neural scientists) a potential of what we would be capable of based on our emotional conscience levels. Scientists who developed the NDCP believe that one’s hardwiring cannot be altered – its nature and no amount of nurture would change the hardwiring. Therefore the need for immediate neural segregation was recommended and approved by the department of human evolutionary development. (HED) this In the absolute interests of creating a superior human design end product. Future generations of man will laud these incredible minds for the sacrifices they have made now.

This process of measuring ones mental state was meant to go way beyond just face value analysis – our hard wiring according to the scientists in this exclusive field, cannot allow one to become empathetic if you have a low NDCP reading – according to the developers of the NDCP is that people with a low NDCP value are able to do very well is easily mimic and manipulate those with a more emotionally present or who register with a high NDCP score. So the need to separate these 2 types of mindsets became incredibly important – so we have a very elitist set of emotionally specialized individuals who control the fate of those of us who are less in tune with our emotional intelligence. And because of that, potentially pose a threat to mankind.

The statistics show that in the high NDCP quadrant, murder and social delinquent behaviour is minimal. However in the Quadrant which measures very low NDCP rates – murder and social delinquent behaviour is extremely high. The 4 quadrants are broken down into

1)     1 very high NDCP levels. – 75% - 100%

2)     2 medium levels – 50% - 74%

3)     3 low levels – 25% - 49%

4)      4extremely low 0% - 24%

A level above you is able to transfer into your quadrant – however if you’re a level 4, then you’re absolutely not allowed to travel to any levels above your NDCP station.

I am a very low level 4 or what is called a 02four.

People prone to murder or violence are easily distinguished early using this NDCP measurement tool.  This allows an elite section of mankind’s society to live in a utopian environment, free from those of us who would pollute the very air they breathe. We live a dystopian existence.

Once it was determined I was a massive potential threat and delinquent to society, I was immediately removed from my high level NDCP mother and placed in the care of spiritual care minders.  SCM, These high level NDCP practitioners have sacrificed much to spend time within our midst, helping and caring for us extremely dangerous to society types. “The 02fours.”

Because we are extremely unpredictable, manipulative and dangerous we wear a shock suit straight jacket a S3J – and any amount of resistance we give, we are lightly reminded that we need to behave by the SCM taking care of us.

Because the SCM are capable of high levels of empathy, they are allowed to determine the level of shock to be administered. Their pure judgments and wonderful in site into what is fair is entirely at their discretion. Every now and again a more violent 02four will be found shocked beyond return – however it’s always been determined that it has been a malfunctioning s3j and not a SCM minder. – So far all of my s3j’s malfunction routinely. It’s flipping sore and extremely frustrating to get shocked beyond any normal levels of the pain threshold.

As a low level 02four I am branded bright red – it’s a process whereby my skin cells are colored a deep red – because it’s believed I cannot change from my hard wiring – it’s not necessary to worry about my natural appearance once this diagnosis is made. It’s done to make me obvious to anyone on a level above me. The SCM are assigned to see out my days in the most humane way possible – without me being a danger to myself and others higher up on the quadrant NDCP scale. The SCM also make sure i never see a reflection of myself as they are assigned to make sure i dont develop any narcissistic views of myself - nothing is reflective in my domain - just in case i get to see what i look like.

In infancy my cells are branded and once the unusual bright red colour is administered it is permanent. I cannot change it, even if I tried. We are not allowed to have any children our reproductive processors are removed and cauterized. , the idea is a brilliant scientific evolutionary one, whereby all traces of 02four’s will have disappeared in hundreds of years of selective breeding.  The notion of a process of failed mutation forward breeding program.

So I simply exist but have no legacy. I am 02four- 8626134111

The SCM are not allowed to get to close to us, as they are very empathetic, this is a big problem for them. Developing feelings and a relationship with us is forbidden.  So they are routinely rotated as minders.

What the SCM need to determine is how best to utilize our abilities – as we are not unintelligent we are just potentially dangerous. So our usage to quadrant 1 society is quickly established. I am a designer - I particularly enjoy the aesthetic nature of design. So my portfolio of activity is to beautify practically designed items. This I do 12 hours a day –

Over the last 2 years I am also afforded access to archive information and I am on a specialized program whereby I am given impregnated or fused knowledge from previous 02fours before me. Scientists have developed a procedure which transfers, what was previously lost knowledge and experience from others. It is a process whereby other people long dead’s life’s experience and knowledge is fused into a 02fours consciousness. Up until a few months ago I had 12 previous life experiences fused within my head. This conscious blending process is extremely dangerous and that is why only the 02fours are subjected to it for now. It’s a very volatile procedure and it’s highly illegal to experiment on levels 1, 2, and 3.

So although my current existence is terrible – I have the memories and life experiences of 12 other people fused into my collective sub conscious – it is through these memories and experiences that I really can live.

Some of these fellow 02fours life experiences come from before a time when the NDCP was fully formed. To travel down the worm hole of collective memory imagery is overwhelming – and controlling the extreme business of the added experiences is incredibly difficult. Many 02fours don’t handle the fusions very well. I for some reason am able to compartmentalize each experience and relive countless memories without crashing. For this I am uniquely gifted and have become an important SCM case study specimen.

As far as I am aware I have the most fusions embedded in my mind’s eye – 12 to be exact – my nearest rival for this title was 8 – sadly they didn’t make it to 9. I am rather a celebrity amongst the SCM. And they are fascinated to see how many more fusions I can take before becoming lobotomized like the 02four who got to 8 before me.  And to tell you the truth, so am i. Lobo is the minds state when fusion saturation is reached – the entire brain completely shuts down and its easier to euthanize than repair. This happens often and many 02fours have checked out early. I would say sadly – but it’s a gift to be freed from such extreme misery that I find myself in. my need to keep living outweighs for now my need to die. So I continue to fight for life even though I see no respite in the process.

A few months back I was fused with a professor Mankindle’s mind. Fusion number 13.  Although I don’t have his intelligence levels because that is hardwiring, all i have is flashing imagery and the warm emotional bits and pieces of his memory – his collective experience memories are valuable because I can gain insight into what he has seen and experienced. It wasn’t immediately apparent to me, whilst rummaging through the imagery of his mind but Prof Mankindle is somewhat unique to me – he was diagnosed very late in life as an extreme 02four. So he lived as a level 1 for most of his life. I am not sure if I was supposed to be fused with this information – but let’s just say Mankindle had some really vivid memories. The kind of experiences I could never have imagined given the current state I find myself in. as a bright red level 4, 02four.

Mankindle had many memories however the one he played over very strongly was incredibly distinct. he played it over many millions of times. It was a strange very sad memory.  i felt Mankindle’s every emotion within the memory  , every heart wrenching feeling,  so intensely,  it left me mortified for months – even now the vivid recollection leaves me completely paralyzed with emotion.

He was being dragged away from his home and his loved ones by 2 Wergstand operatives – back before the NDCP was fully operational – many 02fours where able to slip through the net and they ended up working as wergstand operatives – wergstand was the first task force employed by the scientists in charge of the NDCP program to exact there overall plan.  These 2 officers where extremely cruel and wicked men. I  got sight of the ones full face, it will now be forever etched into my memory – the other operative I only got to see his hands and a brief side profile. Thick black hair , beaked nose. Mankindles emotional loss and state become my nightmare to relive over and over again.  The men set Mankindles house on fire and left him with the notion that all his loved ones where dead. They made him suffer cruelly – the magnitude of this event haunted every memory I accessed.

This morning I was visited by an unusually aggressive SCM operative his label read John Gray 021. He looked surprisingly like one of the wergstand operatives in Mankindles memory, I had a distinct feeling when we met we knew each other somehow on some deeper level.  the SCM call this associated memory attachment – a common process of the mind to latch onto the tangible by making sense of the jumble of information from the fused persons mind. I was confusing my reality with Mankindles memories.  It seems Mankindle had information very important to further research and science.  I was supposed to uncover it with the help of this SCM wergstand operative. I smiled at myself because a little nugget of someone elses memory gave me a chance to hate with a face and a reason.  I’ve never really felt the need to be manipulative before, because I’ve never really been in a position to be. However I think it is my hard wiring as a 02four coming out –I felt an incredible urge to control this situation. Which is silly, if you think about it. A Bright red, level 4 , 02four – what chance do I have of bettering my circumstances?  I’m stuck within this incredibly well orchestrated NDCP machine trap.

It was interesting to me that this SCM was so incredibly aggressive, he was massively driven by something beyond what was normal.  – I didn’t think the SCM were capable of being anything other than completely fair and compassionate – I desperately wanted to believe that – it made sense to my entire existence. All the SCM’s I had worked with – where incredibly kind. And when punishment was administered,  I felt very sorry for them having to overstep their natural inclination of being warm and emotionally in tune. It seemed to cut them up deeply whilst I writhed around in complete pain. I felt sorry for them having to control me and stoop to such levels of degradation.

In some instances I would have preferred to administer the punishment to myself because it pained them so very much.

Mankindles mind was a treasure trove of information – each room and compartment I opened up led me round his life. These images where different to the 12 previous subjects as they all had similar experiences to me – so it wasn’t really exciting opening up doors that led to the same pain I was so familiar with.  These memories where deep and super charged. I was left feeling overwhelmed by emotions I had never really been allowed to explore. Part of the level 1 02four program is to be administered powerful drugs. – In this induced medicated state we are more easily handled and less of a threat to ourselves. However since being fused with these memories I find I am being less medicated.

 I am becoming more aware of the world around me. I stare at my familiar big hands in front of me for hours concentrating on what can only be a marvel of design. My bright red skin is extreme – however the mechanics of the skin and underlying muscle and bone is mesmerizing.

Unbeknownst to me  in the beginning – I was actually the only subject alive who could process information and memories from others through this fusion process. The level 1 SCM felt it very dangerous to let me know the power I had – as it would heighten my manipulative hard wiring. So I believed I was 1 of thousands who did this very important work.

I only became aware of the possibility I might be unique from the SCM, I named Bob1 – they  hated  us using their names as this would risk us getting to close and then we would be able to manipulate them – so inventing a name prevented us making things personal. he wasn’t as ethereal as his other level 1 SCM counterparts. He was extremely brash, aggressive and hostile – I felt he was more a level 4 like me – but I put that thought away as quickly as it entered my subconscious. That is unthinkable – a level 1 is like a level 4 was an completely unheard of thought.  Complete heresy of the extreme kind.

The fusion process being used was not an exact science – think of the brain as a sieve – one is blasted with a type of brain wavelength from the previous subject – and what filters through and what sticks is remembered by you but cannot be controlled. Sometimes the memories are clear – most times not. Nobody else could experience what I saw, so I had to communicate minutely what I was seeing to the SCM conducting the interrogation.  

Bob1 didn’t like me at all – I was extremely disgusting to him – he was the first SCM that made me feel this way – he kept asking for another subject and it was through this constant asking he let the big red cat out the bag. Their simply was no other 02fours or anyone else who could give him what he wanted. I was the only way he could get the information he so dearly needed.  It was then I immediately started playing with his mind. I became what I was told I was.

Bob1 smacked me when he could – it was absolutely forbidden to administer a direct physical punishment to an 02four. The violence of the attacks jarred my brain to the back of my skull and left me completely reeling. When bob1 was caught hitting me, It was the first time I witnessed a SCM disciplinary process. It was quick and immediate and bob1 was gone for several days. He came back and fitted me with the most powerful S3J known to man. The shocks administered would stop a bull in its tracks but somehow it made me very aware of being very much alive. I was becoming more and more in tune with my environment. The lack of drugs, the infused life experiences and the fact I was being exercised more made me very strong. I was actually getting excited about life and being alive. My mind was running on super charge – I was a level4 being allowed to run, trot gallop. This I felt could be very dangerous as I could do some damage. Not sure what really.

I limited what I told bob1 – he knew I was holding back information that I was experiencing – so he shocked me left, right and center. I could only smile because that was the only emotion one could display to a machine such as this. What I had been experiencing the last few nights was extremely powerful dreams – where I was Mankindle and seeing what he had experienced beyond experiences. I had seen him a few times in the mirror – however his features where strange to me. I was experiencing emotion – it was extremely powerful – his memories where forcing me to create synaptic emotional responses. Ones the drugs, abuse and extreme treatment had suppressed for so long.

As mentioned as a 02four all reproductive capabilities where extracted once the diagnosis was made. I was what can only be described as an ox. And in my mind I called myself the ox with no rocks. This was the only laughing I did, which was actually real, when I laughed at myself. What had I ever done to deserve this I kept asking.

Mankindle was a complex man – amazingly astute and incredibly inventive. Seeing his approach to things was incredible. Again I was merely an observer to a movie. I wasn’t able to be as clever as the actors – only see what the mind’s eye was playing. I then needed to relay these verbally to bob1. He was careful not to tell me what he actually was looking for – and took an approach of all clever men – to out manipulate the stupid red captive in the room. I felt it safer to play to his perception of me.

Bob1 might be a level 1 SCM – but he was not the sharpest tool in the shed – what he lacked in grey matter, he more than made up for in pure spite. Bob1 was a 02four masquerading as a level 1 – how was that even possible.

I was careful to observe – I also started making  stuff up – but bob1 was a clever SCM cat – he knew when I went off piste and shocked me back to the well run tracks of Mankindles mind slope. I just smiled – the broadest smile I could muster. This irritated bob1 no end – he preferred the subject to be slobbering on the ground all subservient. Bob1 would have killed me immediately – but he needed me and that’s what kept me alive. I was valuable to him at the moment.

I kept going through Mankindles memories and I always was stuck when reaching a door in a forest. I explained everything minutely – but I just could not open that door – I could see everything around it but open it I couldn’t.

It was after several weeks of bob1 metering out the most extreme treatment that I then met 02four – 54312063.

She was the first female 02four I had ever seen – she was bright blue – so the level 4 men are bright red and level 4 woman bright blue – this was amusing to me – but I soon stopped laughing because bob1 had other ideas. For some reason the SCM’s felt by combining the efforts we would get past the door in the forest. Unbeknownst at the time to me blue as I referred to her had several important people in Mankindles life fused within her conscience. It was his wife, his daughter and his mother. For a red like me and being allowed to be in such close proximity to this many woman – was unfathomable. Completely out of the ordinary. Highly unusual.

We were put into an induced coma which allowed our brain waves to align – this is how I understood the process.

In this state what happened almost instantaneously is the ability red and blue could communicate without anyone knowing what we were saying. Sure the brainwave charts went off the scale – but we were in a catatonic state. However for some reason we were both standing at the door looking at each other. Not as red and blue but as Mankindle and his wife.

We simply stepped through the door and this is where it became very interesting. Upon going through the door – we shifted into four people – I was myself, blue was there and so was Mankindle and his wife.

I wasn’t red and blue wasn’t blue – she was simply lovely – without the label and to be free in this room was incredible. Life outside this bubble was chaotic – inside this space was surreal. Prof M and his wife spoke earnestly and quietly amongst themselves – me and blue chatted up a massive storm.

Mankindle  succinctly explained what was going on – he had prepared for such an eventuality – we didn’t have much time but we could communicate without the present being aware of what the past was up to. He told us he had created a mind space worm hole where like-minded people from different times could interact briefly.

To make sure nothing left the space – once we stepped outside of the area we would remember nothing of what happened inside – this was a failsafe mechanism that proved very important. When one stepped back through the door only then did you remembered everything – but when you stepped outside the space all was instantaneously forgotten.

Obviously it would need an interaction element on one side to be set up for the interaction to the future – and the door and the room was such a devise he put in place many years before. We could communicate for now without being detected by the scientists in my time. Bob1 and the rest of the SCM would just see 2 catatonic people completely oblivious to anything lying on the slab. Their brain activity would be spiking to extremely dangerous levels.

Quickly Prof M explained what was going on – he had conceived this space for the purposes of making connection with a future time – in his wisdom in his age he realized that man created control mechanisms as a sort of controlled population dynamics. A way of controlling the masses in what would be an acceptable numbers approach. Most humans do not sanction cruelty to others – however when it’s done along religious, financial, social, scientific even racial lines then for some reason cruelty has been disgustingly tolerated. When man did away with those measures the NDCP filled in the gap of mans limited means. He explained Elitists have used this type of mechanisms throughout history really. – Prof M called it blue blood syndrome. My self and blue roared with laughter – because we were anything but elitists in our time.

Prof M was working on a way to extract us from our current time into a space in time he could manipulate – he knew he could use this space as a bridge for a few types of minds – minds that have undergone extreme abuse through a system, much like the system I was surrounded by. It was this science that bob1 wanted to get his hands on – it was this that I was being used to betray information back to the scientists in my time. Fortunately when we both came out of our catatonic states of mind we legitimately couldn’t remember what we experienced. Which was fortunate because the torture we were subjected to was extreme. And if we could remember anything we would have gladly given it up to stop the relentless abuse. All we knew is we wanted to go back behind the door. We were driven to it as if a powerful force was pulling us in.

After our last mind exploration trip behind the door , Blue was waning – I had grown immensely fond of her – we never spoke whilst in our real environment – but the moment we were allowed to go under – my time with her was incredible – a 02four since birth, like me – we concluded that we were scientific experiment fodder. Certain scientists in the name of their craft will do anything to find out more about the secrets of life. They need fodder such as ourselves to experiment upon – and we were such a group of specimens. Prof M said that nobody other than the scientists furthering NDCP ideals knew we existed. So Prof M was here to help us escape.

When I came round this last time,  bob1 was in front of me glaring – I felt happy but knew not why – he was completely irate – for some reason this particular time that we were under  was different – blue was now not responding and I was very weak. Bob1’s approach was to mercilessly shock me – only thanks to an SCM next to him did he stop. His evil little eyes wanting to inflict more and more pain – which contrasted to the high level SCM who had put an end to the treatment. I was very worried about blue, she had taken an immense beating and as they removed her from the room – I felt it might be the last time I connected with her. I called out, screamed, I tore at the fetters binding me, the loss I felt was exactly the same as Mankindles when the wergstand 2 where extracting him from his loving wife and family. – I was deep tissue shocked – the most severe form of shock treatment – it leaves scars – really – a big red creature now getting severe scaring – the irony of this kept going through my mind whilst I cried deeply for blue – an 02four that has emotion – this went against the very scientific rule book – to the SCM’s in the room I was obviously faking.  This was a manipulation tool that they had trained against.

If only I could go behind the door again without the induced coma process. I overheard the level 1 SCM talking to a colleague and putting us under again was to be way too much of a risk. Our brains where very close to lobo. So I needed to get to the room without the science. I didn’t know if this was even possible. For many weeks I tried and for many weeks I came up short – to the door and no further. I needed blue. So I tried to reach out to her – for a long while absolutely nothing – however when I did see her within the context of my mind’s eye – she was far off – the levels of concentration to get her to acknowledge me was extreme.  The SCM’s monitoring me new something was up and shocked me back whenever I went catatonic. I needed time – I just needed to get behind the door – safety. I could leave the big red encasing and go cranial.

Eventually I reached out to blue, together we walked through the door to the room again without the use of science – blue was weak and never recovered – although we got through the door to the other side– she soon had to leave – I knew once she stepped out from behind the door, that was the last I would see of her. I was completely distraught. Prof M said grieving was good and helped one learn empathy, but we must concentrate as we had important work to do – he was attempting to place me into a better environment – so whilst in the bridging area I was free from the shackles that bound me in the laboratory. Prof M said he had one last transition to do to help me transfer into a new safer environment.

I awoke, I couldn’t remember anything of how I came to be where I was - I looked at my hands. The room I was in was very Spartan.  I looked in the mirror and saw a beaked nose middle aged guy staring back at me – I had a vaguely familiar look about me.  My clothes where that of a level 1 SCM. This I did somehow understand, I know not how. 

I left the confines of the room and was met by a fellow SCM personage. They acted like they knew me very well – I played along – they briefed me on my new job – I was to interview an extremely hostile o2four for vital scientific information.

I was led through a maze of tunnels and passages – we eventually came into a locked room – the big red 02four had his back to me. My job was to extract information from this individual about some significant futuristic scientific discovery – all I knew is my life depended on the information this individual would divulge to me – my understanding of why I was here, what was going on in the big picture.  – I had all the shock instruments, I had the full weight of the level 1 SCM’s behind me. I went up to the captured o2four to start my dialogue – as we looked into each other’s eyes a realization crept over both of us.  We somehow where interlinked.

The name on his label was John Gray 021. All I knew is that my entire existence depended on me extracting what I could from John Gray 021 – the brief mentioned that he had been fused with a Prof Mankindles research – research that would get me back to the place I knew I was from. I had to get back and this stubborn, manipulative 02four was going to get me there. And I would stop at nothing to reach my objective, nothing at all. I was a man on a mission and this 02four was going to point me in the right direction – or die in the process.