After the sun set, guards went through the camp lighting fires and as the temperature dropped and everyone gathered round, sharing stories. The topic of conversation soon turned to everyone’s reason for the march
Jack Lee rushed from shadow to shadow, dodging the National Guard troops stationed on the Stanford campus as he made his way back to his lap. As far as he knew most of the world was under some kind of technological blackout except for his laptop networked to the experiment in his lap. He could tell from his remote link that his program was still running, but he couldn’t figure out how or why.
Matt coughed. “Ah, well it's this last question. Why do you want to know if I have any medical implants and if I would be willing to upgrade in the future? I’m not sure what this means?”
His father had taught him that, how to survive. He never knew his mother and wondered what she would think of her grown son, marching off towards Sacramento to change the world. Jose was sure his father would be slapping him on the back, encouraging him every step. “This could be your only chance Mijo, don’t let it pass you up!”
“If both of you will check your phones, you will find your browsers opened to a Wikipedia article on technocracy. Basically, what I’m suggesting is that we get rid of politicians. They no longer serve a purpose and I suggest that we replace them with a bureaucracy of educated and skilled individuals capable of developing the solutions our society needs to grow and prosper. With the use of technology, your cell phones, for example, everyone can vote for themselves on whatever the bureaucracy recommends.”
The eerie silence was suddenly broken by the sound of a drone approaching overhead. It came to a stop and hovered directly above Jose before activating a hologram of a man he had never seen before. “I am the High Technocrat, Jose Raul Garcia.”