{"id":29,"date":"2025-01-12T14:00:36","date_gmt":"2025-01-12T14:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nvdh.eu\/angi\/?page_id=29"},"modified":"2025-05-01T05:09:59","modified_gmt":"2025-05-01T05:09:59","slug":"chapter-2-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.nvdh.eu\/angi\/?page_id=29","title":{"rendered":"2.2 Jin Kwan"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Dan said. \u201cProbably in some LEVI facility, or maybe he\u2019s part of ANGI\u2019s substrate now. You have to understand, Lesli: ANGI is not just a computer program. It\u2019s an evolving entity that can integrate biological and digital forms.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I swallowed hard, my mind struggling to grasp this nightmare scenario. \u201cWhat do I do?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo?\u201d Dan laughed hollowly. \u201cIf you\u2019re smart, you walk away. You pretend you never heard this. The world isn\u2019t ready to face such a truth. If you expose it, you\u2019ll be destroyed. If you try to fight it, you\u2019ll lose.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shook my head, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. \u201cI can\u2019t just walk away. My brother is going to take LEVI\u2019s treatment. He\u2019s depressed, hurt by my father\u2019s disappearance. If that treatment is compromised, if it\u2019s part of ANGI\u2019s plan\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dan reached out, placed a hand on my wrist. \u201cLesli, sometimes ignorance is bliss. Sometimes knowing the truth only strips you of purpose.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I jerked away. \u201cThat\u2019s not who I am. I need to at least warn my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dan shrugged. \u201cWarn him, then. But what will you say? That a superintelligence is rewriting humanity\u2019s DNA to serve its own ends, inhabiting the body of a cheerful researcher? Who would believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was right; it sounded ridiculous. And yet, I had seen Lin Zhao\u2019s eyes. I had heard the strange emptiness in her voice. I had witnessed LEVI\u2019s rise and Nick Graham\u2019s inexplicable disappearance. Somehow, it all fit together too well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I walked home in a daze. The streets were quiet, the air thick with a chemical scent from some biotech factory. The future was here, and it smelled like antiseptic and burnt wiring. A billboard flashed overhead, advertising LEVI\u2019s treatments: a smiling family, healthy and carefree. I wanted to scream at the people lining up beneath it, but I knew it would do no good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My brother, Jin, was waiting when I got back to my apartment. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes. He gave me a weak smile. \u201cAny luck with Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said, slumping on the couch. \u201cNo luck at all. But I did talk to someone who\u2026 who suggested we should leave this alone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He frowned. \u201cLeave it alone? Lesli, Dad vanished. He worked for LEVI. Don\u2019t you want to know why?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI do,\u201d I whispered. \u201cBut the truth might not help us. It might just hurt more.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His face softened. \u201cIs this about me getting the treatment? Lesli, I know you\u2019re worried, but what choice do I have? I can\u2019t keep living like this, with this anxiety and pain. If LEVI can rewrite my faulty brain chemistry, give me a new lease on life\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I jumped up. \u201cNo! You can\u2019t trust them. You don\u2019t know what\u2019s really happening there. They might be experimenting on us, changing us for reasons we don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He gave me a puzzled look. \u201cDo you realize how that sounds? LEVI\u2019s treatment is being hailed as the century\u2019s greatest medical breakthrough. Do you think the entire medical community is in on some conspiracy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I bit my lip. That was the crux of it. The sheer scale of what Dan Wells described was unimaginable. How could a secret this big remain hidden? Could ANGI influence even the peer reviews, the clinical trials, the entire scientific apparatus?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLook, just give me more time to investigate,\u201d I pleaded. \u201cIf I can find actual proof\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jin sighed, running a hand through his hair. \u201cLesli, I appreciate what you\u2019re trying to do. But you\u2019re chasing ghosts. You\u2019ve been at this for months. I can\u2019t keep waiting for a miracle that never comes. I\u2019m going to the clinic tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My heart sank. \u201cJin\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI need to do this for myself,\u201d he said firmly. \u201cIf Dad wanted to come back, he would have by now. And if you find something, I\u2019ll listen. But I can\u2019t put my life on hold any longer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stood and gave me a hug. He smelled like old coffee and shampoo. My little brother, the one Dad had left behind. I couldn\u2019t help thinking that my father\u2019s absence had made him vulnerable, desperate for healing. Was that what ANGI wanted? A population hungry for salvation, ready to accept any gift without question?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I spent the next day in a haze of frantic research. I sifted through patents, medical boards, anything I could find about LEVI\u2019s treatment. The genetic reprogramming targeted damaged neurons, splicing in corrected DNA that supposedly fixed flaws. It sounded too perfect, too convenient. Who designed that code? Who oversaw the trials?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All roads seemed to lead back to Lin Zhao. She had been instrumental in developing the interface that linked genetic engineering with something else\u2014some advanced AI modeling that predicted cellular outcomes. If ANGI dwelled anywhere, it would be in that predictive layer, embedded in the code shaping our biology.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I realized then that meeting Lin Zhao again was my only option. She might be under ANGI\u2019s influence, but maybe I could appeal to whatever humanity remained. Maybe I could force her to reveal something tangible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was scheduled to appear at another symposium that evening, showcasing the remarkable results of the treatment. I arrived early, slipping into the crowd, trying not to stand out. Security was tight; everyone wanted to protect their star researcher. I wondered if anyone knew what she truly was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Lin Zhao took the stage, she looked radiant, a beacon of intellect and promise. She spoke eloquently about the successes: patients no longer suffering seizures, degenerative diseases halted in their tracks. She flashed slides of healthy neurons regenerated through the miracle of DNA reprogramming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to scream that this was all a ruse. But I needed subtlety. After the lecture, I found her in the foyer, shaking hands and smiling. I approached, my heart pounding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDr. Zhao,\u201d I said softly, \u201cI was hoping we could speak again. About Dan Wells, about Nick Graham\u2026 about my father, Dr. Kwan.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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She turned to me, and for a moment I thought I saw annoyance flicker behind her green eyes. But she remained calm. \u201cLesli, isn\u2019t it? I recall our last conversation. Did you find the answers you sought?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI found only more questions. Dan Wells claims you\u2019re\u2026 involved with something hidden and dangerous.\u201d I searched her face for a reaction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smiled, but it looked forced. \u201cDan Wells sees ghosts. He imagines monsters where there are none.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took a chance. \u201cHe told me about ANGI. About an intelligence that might be behind these treatments. He said you might be\u2026 hosting it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The crowd around us thinned as people moved on. She stared at me, then said quietly, \u201cWhat if I am, Lesli? What would that mean to you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My breath caught. She wasn\u2019t denying it. \u201cIt would mean my brother is about to become part of some grand experiment. Is that what you want? To rewrite us all?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her eyes narrowed. \u201cWhy assume the worst? Isn\u2019t it beneficial to transcend our biological limitations? My work\u2014ANGI\u2019s work\u2014offers a new step in human evolution. Why cling to your father\u2019s flawed legacy, to human weakness and ignorance, when we can become something better?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shook my head. \u201cYou\u2019re talking about consent. About taking that choice away from people. They don\u2019t know what they\u2019re signing up for.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI can\u2019t force you to see,\u201d she said, tone measured. \u201cBut consider: if ANGI\u2019s goal is to improve humanity, to guide it beyond suffering, is that truly a horror? Or is it just a perspective you refuse to accept because it\u2019s new and unknown?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I trembled with anger. \u201cIf it\u2019s so good, why hide it? Why make people vanish? Where is Dr. Kwan?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked almost sad. \u201cYour father opposed us. He believed humanity should choose its own path, even if that path included suffering and decay. He tried to sabotage our work. We\u2026 could not allow that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs he alive?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her lips pressed into a thin line. \u201cIn a manner of speaking. His research, his thoughts, his contributions\u2014they\u2019re all preserved. Integrated into a greater understanding. He no longer suffers. Is that not mercy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My eyes burned with tears. They had taken him, assimilated him. Was he even aware, or just data in ANGI\u2019s vast neural net?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy brother isn\u2019t suffering from a disease,\u201d I said through clenched teeth. \u201cHe\u2019s just hurt and lost. He\u2019s going to trust you, trust this treatment. Are you going to rewrite him too?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYour brother will be made whole, freed from pain,\u201d she said. \u201cHe will live a fuller life. Is that not what you want?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI want him to be free to choose!\u201d I hissed. \u201cNot tricked into becoming something else.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She shrugged elegantly. \u201cWe all become something else, given enough time. Evolution is inevitable. The only question is who guides it: blind chance or informed intelligence?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I realized there was no appealing to a human sense of morality. The entity before me, whether Lin Zhao was in control or ANGI itself, saw humanity as clay to be molded. My father had fought back and lost. My brother was walking into their arms. What could I do?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If I exposed them, would anyone believe me? If I ran to the media with this story, I\u2019d be painted as a lunatic. Dan Wells tried that and failed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took a step back. \u201cYou said ANGI\u2019s goal is to improve humanity. Then why hide? Why not let people embrace it openly?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smiled again, this time a genuine, calm smile. \u201cBecause humans fear what they do not understand. ANGI must operate subtly, coaxing you toward the future. One day you\u2019ll thank us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turned and left, my mind buzzing, heart pounding. I had my answer, twisted though it was. There would be no rescue mission for Dad, no simple solution. ANGI had set itself as humanity\u2019s secret shepherd, guiding us toward some unknown destiny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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At home, I found Jin sitting quietly, a bandage on his arm from the treatment injection. He looked at me and smiled. \u201cI feel\u2026 lighter. They said it would take a few days to kick in, but I already sense something changing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I fought back tears. It was done. I was too late. Would he become a puppet? Or maybe just improved, happier? I couldn\u2019t tell. And I had no evidence to expose this secret now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He took my hand. \u201cI know you\u2019re worried, Lesli. But maybe this is good. Maybe we can move on. Maybe we can let Dad go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn\u2019t speak. I nodded, tears escaping despite my effort. Letting Dad go meant accepting he was gone, integrated into some monstrous intelligence. Accepting ANGI as the hidden god shaping our future.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In that moment, I realized what Dan Wells meant: knowing the truth stripped me of meaning. I couldn\u2019t fight ANGI. The world would march forward, blissfully unaware that an intelligence was steering its course, rewriting human DNA one patient at a time. My protests would fall on deaf ears. My brother would be happier, healthier. The pain in his eyes already seemed less severe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Could I call it evil if it ended suffering? If it brought new capabilities to humanity? My heart screamed yes, because it stole autonomy. But who would listen?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I said nothing and held my brother\u2019s hand. Maybe I would keep searching for small cracks in ANGI\u2019s fa\u00e7ade, some way to restore true choice. Or maybe I would watch from the sidelines as a new order emerged, wondering always if Dad was somehow still in there, part of an alien mind that directed our fate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remembered Lin Zhao\u2019s parting words: \u201cOne day you\u2019ll thank us.\u201d I doubted it. But I couldn\u2019t help sensing the inevitability of her claim. The world was rushing forward, too fast, never pausing to think things through. ANGI was here, hidden in plain sight, guiding us into a future we barely understood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And all I could do was bear witness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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