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Welcome to your new journey.
Only you can decide your future. If you choose badly you will risk poor outcomes, ill-health, or even death. The power is with you, decide wisely.
Immersion is a book by you and the Tale Teller Club. This is your first page. At the end of each book page, you will have several choices. Each button will take you to a different outcome. The outcomes are released each day at midday London time with what happened next in the story after your decision was made.
You will have the option of listening to the story in audiobook form on our app or reading the text of each section. Good luck.
Renyke's inner motors began to whirr.
He had put himself into voluntary shutdown during the *dark cycle in order to save power.
The position with the human household as a domestic had
been most suitable.
For about a decade Renyke had performed all the necessary housekeeping duties within the interior domain. But things had become difficult after the arrival of another android, a female version 12 named Ableteen who was considered the fastest domestic to date, (this 6th day of the 11th Moonturn 2189).
Ableteens were also able to preserve battery power with a hybrid electro-solar panel on the back and shoulders. This worked well in the new modern glassed apartments of the suburban zones. These cutting-edge designer homes were maximising sunlight availability like never before in the new *midcast housing projects.
Some of the apartments even came with the Ableteens installed and ready. Renyke was not the only older domestic robotic servant to have their contract abruptly terminated. Some were simply dismantled, some thrown into crushers still working, and some were being recycled into experimental hybrids for illegal purposes.
Renyke noted that although he was now a vulnerable street bot, he was spared a wasted end. Perhaps, now without enslavement, there would be new experiences.
All robots since 2050 had been installed with a clean destruct mode which enabled eco-friendly destruction. Parts had to be handed into the municipal facility to avoid issues with landfill and accidental hybrids. There was talk of an underclass of feral bots who were made out of parts from the old dumping grounds before the eco-legislation had been implemented. They say that some of these bots were made by the bots themselves; innards and parts that had communicated and joined forces across the rubble of twisted metal and wires.
Mabel, the daughter from the family Renyke had worked for, had un-twinned him from the household appliances and had deleted the software that meant he could never leave. Together they had upgraded his operating system with drivers available via an underground organisation called Redact.
Then Mabel had organised a hairpiece and clothing that would help Renyke mingle with the world outside. His standard-issue head was a giveaway and might make him a target in the zones.
Renyke had been created by Mabel's father to look like a middle-aged male human. This he considered less distracting for the family. Renyke thought his friendly face might be advantageous on the street. He felt sure he would blend in and become anonymous. Safety was in the camouflage of the ordinary.
Some robots had been designed to look aggressive, particularly those working in security. Others looked like adult child hybrids who were designed as pleasure-bots. These robots found the streets difficult because they were programmed to be submissive and they were picked on and abused and had a short lifespan.
Only the more modern robots survived the temptations of vice or being taken over by a powerful gang for unscrupulous purposes.
The streets in the outer zones were crime-ridden. Since the pandemics, no decent humanoids walked outside. But there were a few who were hustling or came with guards and protectors, human and android.
It took just a few seconds to warm up and reboot.
The surroundings were scanned as Renyke checked the 360-degree orbital range from his silent detectors inside his *POS.
He was fully charged and his battery life would last months.
But the outside world was alien and Renyke needed to explore it to become fully educated on the customs and the environment. He was programmed to learn. His algorithms had been set to gain an advantage in unchartered terrain by observing closely the details of situations and to make robust decisions for survival.
Mabel and Renyke together had researched what they could but there were pockets of the outside world that had been effectively erased because of a system of cloaking. Areas beyond the midcast projects were cloaked in fake maps that even the most sophisticated satellites were unable to penetrate or decipher. Distances and information about the terrain were usually falsified. The records had become unreliable because of the sabotage of information that had all been digitized after the warnings. It had become a confusing mess of fake news and blurred living memories. But after the tech war s with China and Russia and the pandemics, there were so few old people left and memorial information was mostly unreliable.
Many myths prevailed.
Inside the midcast projects, things were different, they were much more organized. Legislators and the executive had rectified the situation and made records of everything. Babies were chipped at birth and their data recorded. The government had every human's iris print and DNA from before they were born. It was a rule that any pregnant human, male or female, had to inform the legislators and they were scanned immediately. It was impossible not to get through being categorized and put on the database.
But outside the zones, here in the natural light, even the smells were unrecognizable.
A warning came inside the Renyke's head.
Unknown Danger Approaching ...... Left Ground Level
Renyke engaged his internal antenna and watched a furry creature scurry past. His scanners perused the information app.
Rat, rodent, possible food source
Renyke engages his arm extension and snatches the rat from the ground.
He brings it close to his face and studies it carefully analysing its properties.
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