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Majeneral Wang’s black bulletproof Buick sped through the gates of the nondescript pound before the People’s Liberation Army security guards could rush to their feet and affect the mandatory salute. The majeneral made a note in his vast brain to give them a firm dressing dowime permitted. He required everyoo be alert at all times, now more thahe pound was the headquarters of the Third Department of the PLA General Staff and was located in the sprawl of Beijing’s Haidian district, home to the nation’s top uies, research labs, sce parks and teology corporations. The majeneral’s mind was reeling from the aftermath of ret events.He took a deep puff on a gold-tipped Zhongnanhai Premium, thiie-stained fingers holding on to the cigarette as though it was some kind of precision instrument. Thin lips set into a largish face with stroures exhaled the smoke, which was quickly flushed away by the car’s powerful ventilation system. He stubbed out the cigarette in the brimming silver ashtray set into the armrest. The ashtray retracted, the sound of some ing meism muffled behind thick layers of foam aher.
The current situation was intolerable and if he didn’t quickly bring things under trol the repercussions would be eg through the halls of Zhongnanhai, the seat of ese political power, in no time. Majeneral Wang hadn’t risen rapidly through the ranks of the People’s Liberation Army to see his eure put at stake by a professor with grandiose ideas about world pead an errant research student. The very thought of the damage the whole fiasco could do to his career filled him with rage.
“What do you mean he has disappeared?” the majeneral had bellowed at the video phone in his car just a few minutes earlier. The Tsinghua Uy provost at the other end of the line had visibly blanched, shocked by the military leader’s outburst of ahis was oron he couldn’t afford to offend. Hundreds of millions of Renminbi in funding lay in the balahe provost khat some of this money was being used for “unofficial” research. He had been asked <samp>?９９lｉｂ.</samp>not to question the professors or students involved on those top secret projects and he had by-and-large curred. As long as the bulk of that money was going into projects that eventually added to the already incredible world prestige of his renowned institution he was more than happy to cur with the whims of men like Majeneral Wang. He also khat any mistakes would put his job at the whim of the majeneral. What if the man decided to withdraw funding? The provost’s agile mind rapidly accessed a mental list of alternate funding sources.
“The student disobeyed clear orders, an act whi itself is a serious offence. We have, however, secured the equipment and are awaiting your further instrus,” the provost informed the majeneral.
“You should have placed the student under guard as soon as the edict was issued,” the majeneral said gruffly.
“Majeneral, I must remind you that we are an educational institution that only resort to those kinds of measures under extreme circumstances.”
“How is this for areme circumstance? I want you to secure the lab until I get some men out there. Do you uand?”
“Perfectly, sir,” the provost said with atuated reverence, sensing a reprieve. The majeneral’s previous project had he uy an unpreted level of funding, some of which had made it into other faculties, enhang their effectiveness. New equipment had been bought, professors who were leading thinkers in their fields had been poached from rival institutions, new fields of research had been uaken. That project had been so top secret though that the provost had had trouble explaining to his staff what <bdo></bdo>so many PLA officers in plain clothes had been doing at the uy. Nobody had been fooled. Yet, the provost had simply indicated that that se of the uy was out of bounds and that the PLA was using some of the uy’s resources for some run-of-the-mill research project. Quite the trary, if the provost’s hunch was correct.
Majeneral Wang had signed off in disgust and lit another Zhongnanhai cigarette. Now, as his car drove up to the freshly painted fa?ade of the nondescript gray building that housed his offices and those of his key lieutenants, the majeneral reflected on the events of the last few days and sighed. First, there was the business of the Japanese Yakuza attempting to gain access to the system. He had known about Kenzo Yamamoto and his activities. In fact, the PLA had bought information from him on a few occasions, an act that actually angered him beyond belief. The ese would never fet the atrocities itted by the Japanese decades ago. The Nanjing Massacre. Just thinking about it flooded his mind with horrific images of the cruelties they had inflicted on the ese people. Yet, the Japanese gangster had tried oriany and the assassin had seen to it that he paid with his life.
The AIs had been deadly accurate on that one, pinpointing the source of the intrusions to Tokyo and trag it back through plex data analysis all the way back to the Yakuza Yamamoto’s lair in Shinjuku. The majeneral had hesitated before deg on the Yakuza’s fate, knowing only too well that Yamamoto’s boss romi member of the Japanese gover. Yet, he had done everything in his power, and he wielded a siderable amount, to ascertain that Miakahashi was not implicated. If the minister was involved, this became a political game and the majeneral could not afford to make this political. There was too much at stake.
Yet, if the minister had a hand in it, then there were ways of getting to him too without promising New a’s national is. The assassin’s modus operandi was silent and deadly yet there were risks involved with assassinating a minister of a fn try. That wouldn’t go down too well in Beijing or Tokyo if it ever came to light. It would lead to war and that was something the majeneral could ill affht now. He was thinking about a radically different kind of war. Yet, he was a taker of risks and if the occasion dema then so be it.
The majeneral smiled to himself. At any rate, routine precautions had been taken. Phones had been tapped, unications had been promised and the majeneral had access to a signifit k of the Japanese minister’s private unicatiowork. A small army of the Third Department’s best and most trustworthy was currently attempting a hato the Yakuza’s work of satellites.
Everything was as it should be except for the small matter of how Kenzo Yamamoto had learned about and gained access to the prototype work in the first place. The work was highly secure, accessible only through hardware made in a secure secret manufacturing facility deep within the hinterland of New a. Yamamoto could have gotten his hands on one of the soles but everything was ated for. He could have blackmailed Professor Yao for a blueprint but the professor was . The majeneral khat for a fact. Anyway, that was yet another reason why the professor had to die.
The two PLA at the door of his office stiffened and gave him their best salute as he strode briskly towards his office. The men sensed his bad mood. Majeneral Wang thrived on the fear of his subordinates, a small army of which stood to attention as he walked into his office. His personal assistant appeared out of nowhere and hovered diligently behind him. She was a wiry girl with a taut body, a keen mind and the majeneral jectured, a voracious sexual appetite. If only time and protocol would permit, he thought.
“Leave me alone. I don’t want to be disturbed,” he growled without turning around. The personal assistaed the office without making a sound. The majeneral sat down behind his expansive uncluttered desk and lit another Zhongnanhai. On the shiny surface of the desk, nothing but a sole and s and a gold plated ashtray with the PLA’s insignia and his name on it. He was about to take a puff on the cigarette when his secure cell ph.
“Speak,” he anded, as he switched on the massage fun of his elaborate puter-trolled chair. He barely felt the massagers probe the surface of his skin. The majeneral had the tense bination of muscle and fat of a sumo wrestler, plete with a large square head ed with an unlikely crew-cut.
“Lieutenant Liu, sir. We have some news.”
“It better be good.”
“Sir, we mao gain access to one of their low level unications satellites.”
“Is that the news?”
“No sir. It seems that this Yamamoto sent two packages abroad just before he died sir.”
“And why is that iing?”
“Sir, because the Yakuza just found out that the packages tained ade puters. And they seem to think these soles were somehow lio his death and are currently trying to retrieve them.”
“Mmmm... very iing. So that is how his hackers gained access to our work.” The majeneral allowed his brain a few seds to digest the information.
“Sir, he sent them to a Professor Joplin of MIT in Amerid a hacker in the Union. A Cad Caldwell, sir.
“Did you do a tra those two?”
“Yes, sir. Professor Joplin is dead acc to the neers in America. And the hacker, sir, we have no data on.”
“The Japanese must have got to the Ameri professor, which means they are probably looking for the hacker too,” the majeneral said thinking aloud.
“Most likely, sir.”
The majeneral made a mental o have the teis put the intrusioion AIs and the ICEs on high alert. It wouldn’t be long before the hacker attempted to log on to the work and then he would be as good as dead. He would have to get to the hacker first, before the Yakuza. The assassin, it seemed, had a busy roster.
“If the Ameri is dead, where is the sole?” he asked, not expeg a useful answer. Lieutenant Liu was dreading this question, because he khat the answer would mean several more hours in the office, his dinner long gone cold, his frustrated wife in bed asleep. Several days of cold shoulder awaited him.
“Sir, acc to the data, it appears the Yakuza didn’t find the sole. The Ameri professor has a teenage <q></q>daughter who has since disappeared. The Ameri police fear she is dead but no body has been found. This leaves the possibility, remote as it may seem, that she is alive and she has the sole.”
“Not remote at all. Have a tra her yet?”
“We’ll get on it right away, sir,” the lieutenant said, picturing his marriage fragmenting into a thousand pieces.
“Good work, lieutenant. Keep me informed,” the majeneral said at length and hung up.
That would explain how Yamamoto got access. He somehow got the blueprint and had a ade. Most likely got his hackers to hack the system at Tsinghua Uy and had the soles built in Japan. But who could build such a puter, without knowledge of the work itself and the protocols it used. The majeneral had made sure that there was no data anywhere on the specifications. They existed only in the minds of Professor Yao and the PLA teis specially handpicked and assigo this project. Those soles would have to be state-of-the-art crafted by a true master.
The Third Department, the majeneral’s domai in information, signals, data, patterns in data and data flows. And the majeneral was its director and the mastermind behind the PLA’s advanced C4ISR systems - and, trol, unications, puters, intelligence, surveillance, and reaissahey would find the girl and hacker easily, the assassin would retrieve the soles and everything would be as it should be. The research student on the run would be caught. The Third Departmehe key to some of the information flows inside a and had siderable access to information globally. There would be no escape for those three. And then there will be the iion and the project would proceed to its final live test phase.
It had been a shame to kill Professor Yao, the architect of the majeneral’s brainchild. The majeneral was actually cut up about it. The death of one of a’s greatest teical minds was a great loss for the try. Yet, the professor had served his purpose, performed his duty. The man had lost his mind. The information beloo him, to New a. Sharing it with the world was tantamount to treason and would have set a back ten years and probably cost him his job. What was the man thinking? Yet, everything was in plaow with just a few minor hiccups.
The project had passed its beta phase with flying colors. A select group of the Third Department’s best minds was keeping it tig around the clock, both internally aernally. Two thousand subjects were now a living part of the work. The simulations of financial markets, electricity grids and global unications systems were yielding impressive results. Professor Yao himself had long declared the system ready for prime time. The only missing link was the AI itself. Did the professor know that this other thing he was w on and had just declared successful in New York had an important role to play in the scheme of things? He doubted it but then why would the professor try to sabotage the project by going to the world with his annou. Had he realized the brilliance of the majeneral’s plan, the beautiful logic of it?
The majeneral thought about the thirty-six stratagems ihe Secret Art of War” written by an anonymous scholar a few hundred years earlier. Professor Yao’s latest project, a’s first true AI, was going to rewrite the thirty six stratagems for the new digital age. The AI was going to weaken the enemy in ways unimaginable.
Fool the emperor to cross the sea. Yes, the AI was going to lower the enemy’s guard by hiding its iions deep within the fabric of cyberspace, allowing the eo make a natural mistake. Besiege Wei to rescue Zhao. Attaething a superior enemy holds dear t him out of his lair, then poun the true prize. The target was the puterized systems of global trade, industry and unications. The prize was world domination.
Kill with a borrowed sword. The AI will use the enemy’s strength against it, subverting global teologies and systems for its own use. Victory will be a fone clusion. Await the exhausted enemy with ease. The time and place of battle would be at the majeneral’s discretion, allowing the AI to ence the eo exhaust his energy. The most signifit battle will e when the enemy has lost the will to fight. Then the majeneral would proceed to the fifth stratagem. Loot a burning house.
But first the assassin had to be put on high alert. There was more killing to be done and property to be retrieved.
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