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the main decisions had been made. The President of the Glentol Corporation was communicating with the two highest ranked senior VPs: recruiting/training and tech development.
    The president started. “Gentlemen, we don’t have much time. Tech, how goes the development of a ninth-level AI?”
    “Totally absolutely wrong. The one Level 9 that we have is stark raving mad and is still claiming to see smells. It is locked down and we will never pull it out. It can’t be fixed. We should destroy it because if it ever accesses any sort of comms, it will take systems over and could literally destroy us all.”
    The line was silent and then the president spoke quietly. “What if we connect a human brain to it?”
    “I am, sorry sir, that worked for an early Level 8 and it worked well, but this AI would eat any brain alive before they could bond. The Level 9 AIs are not just unstable. They are insane and, at least for now, appear to be psychotically insane for some reason. We will keep working on the problem. A single Level 9 AI would be able to finish all standing research projects for the Corporation within six months. As of now, using only Level 3 and at max Level 4 AIs for projects because they are stable and don’t ‘play’ with what they are given, it will take fifty to a hundred years for us to finish off the various research projects.”
    Again there was silence while this was digested. “Very well, Tech, thank you and keep working on it. Recruiting, do we have any real numbers? And give me some hope.”
    “Sorry, sir. We can actually field six full sections of Marines now, so a deployment of sixty Marines is possible and that is the best ever. But the estimates call for five hundred or more if we are to hold in the long term. With the new gaming system we are estimated to double that number within eight years and double again in another ten. If we factor in the gradual stepped improvements in tech, those numbers do accelerate and we could be at three hundred and fifty within twenty years—”
    The president interrupted him. “We are all aware of the forecasts. If we are lucky, we have twenty years. The reality is, we likely only have twelve to fifteen before we are revisited by the invaders. We do not know why the AIs push that date, but there you have it. We are against the clock and losing, it appears.” The president’s voice changed and his exhaustion could be heard plainly.
    The senior VP of tech development interrupted him. “Sir, we have numerous projects coming along. They will not be at optimal performance within the time frame, but they will be deployable and that means that they can destroy the enemy until they are destroyed or malfunction.”
    The laughter broke the depressing state of the meeting, but the president, when he spoke aloud, was not speaking to his assistants but to himself. “So one of them goes up, taking a few million humans with it, hmm? Better than the alternative, though. Gentlemen, good enough. We will take the long view and proceed to save everything we can. Tech, send me those reports on the space lab’s destruction, and if the technology is still too dangerous or if we can build a larger model without destroying more of our assets. How long to get the replacement station built and fully deployed?”
    The VP answered, “Eighteen months, sir. We are going to deploy more passive sensors and even some stealthed AIs to evaluate every element of the progress this time.”
    “Very well. Back to work, then.” The line clicked off and the Corporation continued working to prepare for what was to come.

Chapter 7
New Gaming Centres
    T he first announcements of the new gaming centres went out the next day. The first announcement was on a local station right after the latest percentage decrease in the use of hard drugs and right before the additional good news on the decreased use of the post-invasion Projects. Estimates were that the Projects would be shut down within the next eight