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Subject: {ASSM} Master PC: A Short Edition by Gary Jordan (SciFi MC nosex)
Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2002 05:10:02 -0400
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Master PC: A Short Edition
by Gary Jordan
(c) 2002

I was just sitting at my computer, checking e-mail at various
screen names, acknowledging nominations and votes for a contest I
administer and hoping for maybe one or two fan letters for the
handful of stories I'd written.

Anyway, the bulk of the mail, as usual, consisted of the typical
virus posts purporting to be from both strangers and names I
recognized (even a few from my own screen names, hehhehheh), or
insurance advertisements, Viagra without a prescription, offers
to extend my penis 1-3 inches, miraculous weight loss, Nigerian
government officials needing my bank account number--the usual
wasted bandwidth.  I very nearly deleted one from an old shipmate
in California that had an attachment, but caught myself in time
to check.  The text was suspicious, all caps, but with just
enough personal info to make me pause:

"GARY, YOU GOTTA CHECK THIS OUT!  IT MAKES EVERYTHING WE DREAMT
UP ON DORSAL LOOK LIKE AN ACCOUNTANT'S DAYDREAMS!!"

The attachment was named "Master.zip". I took a chance and
downloaded it, a lengthy proposition at modem speeds.  While that
ran in the background, I checked my newsgroups and replied to a
few posts.

Finally, the download was complete.  I figured I might as well
check out this 'Master' file. I ran Norton Anti Virus on it. It
checked out clean. I opened the zip file and found Master.exe,
but no 'ReadMe' files, instructions, or documentation.  I
suspected it was the equivalent of a self-extracting zip file,
but it didn't appear to be in a format Winzip could open.  I
extracted it to my Temp directory, crossed my fingers, and
double-clicked it.

The word "MASTER" flashed on the screen, followed by "MASTER
PROGRAM RUN COMPLETE."

The desktop had a new Icon. I decided to run it.  Another window
popped up. The top was a standard pull-down menu with a series of
buttons below labeled "Macro--1" through "Macro--10" and a
pull-down field labeled "Subject Name."  Below left was a
featureless figure, rotating slowly.  To the right of that was an
area labeled "Statistics" that had all sorts of labels (Height,
Measurements, Bust, etc...) and a large button at the lower-right
corner of that area that was labeled "SEND."  At the bottom of
the screen was a command prompt area showing:

Welcome to Master Command Center, your own personal command
center.  The Master allows you to become a virtual god to the
people around you.  You now possess the power to bend their
reality to your specifications.  You are the Master's
representative.

Basically, it said that the program gave me full control of
everyone within a 100-mile radius of my computer, and I mean full
Control--Thoughts, Actions, Statistics, Personality, Nature --
everything!

"Subject: Gary Jordan."

A second or two later, a high resolution model of me replaced the
figure on the screen, and the stats area filled in with all the
correct information.  The hairs on my neck stood up.  The figure
was even in my current posture.  I raised an arm.  The figure on
the screen raised an arm.  As to whether or not the program could
control it--me--I had to test it.

In the Command area, I entered "Correct hair length to Navy
standards for 1980."  (I was long overdue for a haircut, even by
my current un-military standards, and this would provide a
harmless but dramatic test. I clicked the "send" button.

Suddenly, I felt a bit of a tingle. I touched my beard --
definitely shorter.  I felt the back of my neck.  That old,
familiar military taper met my fingers and I ran to the bathroom
to look in the mirror.  I stared.  It had looked better when I
was twenty years younger and in the appropriate uniform, but
there was no doubt that my hair would pass an inspection.  I
walked slowly back to the computer, thinking.

Whether he realized it or not, my old buddy had sent me a program
conferring absolute power within its reach, and I knew the
bromides about power and corruption.  I was both elated and
scared as I sat before my computer.  Maybe I could limit myself. 
A friend had once related the tale of the Monkey's Paw

I typed. "Gary Jordan will never use Master Control to do to
others what he would not have them do to him, and will never
reverse this command." [Send]  I felt another tingle.  At least
my conscience was soothed.  I figured I'd better check out the
help files and learn something about this amazing program.

I read for an hour, and learned that while the program could
affect specific individuals quite profoundly, it could also treat
people in batches, provided the subject field was empty and I
specified the target group in the command line.  Any area or
group effect would tie up the computer for some time, though, as
the program would individually target every individual in the
area or group specified.  I also learned that I could store
individual or groups of commands in the ten Macros.

I decided it was time for some self-improvement.  To share the
benefits, I opened the macro editor and repeated some of the
commands for later wide-area use.  To prevent any problems with
sudden changes in appearance, a number of my commands had a time
delay.

Subject: Gary Jordan

Command:  Eliminate all diseases, allergies, mental or physical
addictions, tumors, warts, moles, scars not otherwise necessary
for official identification, and genetic defects. [SEND] (This
one went into the macro, with "For all human beings within the
area of effect,")

Command: Restore all teeth, bones, tendons and ligaments to
perfect color, condition, and health. [SEND] (Also in the macro.)

Command: Over the next six months, adjust body musculature and
physique, dexterity and agility to optimum for humans, within the
constraints of height at that time.  [SEND] (I added this one to
the macro, also.)

Command: Over the next six months, increase height to 5' 10" and
adjust physiology to optimum for that height, consistent with
previous commands.  [SEND] (This one didn't get into the macro.
I wanted just a couple more inches without growing or shrinking
anyone else.)

Command: Make subject immune to disease. [SEND]  (Yes, I put this
on in the Macro.)

Command: When physique is optimized, make it so that no exercise
is required to maintain that physique. [SEND] (I added this to
the macro as well, not at all sorry for what I might be doing to
weight loss centers and gyms.)

Command: Increase flaccid penis dimensions by 50%, and maintain
current ratio of size increase to full erection. [SEND]  (I left
this one out of the Macro.  Let the other guys wish.)

Command: Give subject direct conscious control over his erections
and his orgasms. [SEND] (I left this one out of the macro, too.)

Command:  Change the flavor of subject's semen to chocolate.
[SEND]  (No, this one didn't get into the macro, either.)

Command: Over the next year, change subject's apparent age to a
robust 30 and restore hairline.  Eliminate any tendency toward
baldness.  Cause subject to age at the rate of one month per year
thereafter.  [SEND]  (In the macro I changed it to read "If
subject is or looks over 30," and so on.  I might be putting
beauticians and cosmeticians out of business, too.)

Command:  Eliminate any and all sexual dysfunctions.  [SEND] (I
wasn't aware of any, but why take the chance?  Another one for
the macro.

I added a few more commands without adding them to the macro.
Improved eyesight (my astigmatism disappeared), hearing, senses
of taste, smell and touch, better memory, resistance to pain, and
heightened awareness all joined my list.  Then I prepared to
execute the macro.

I had the mouse hovering over the Macro button for a long time.
It bothered me.  Maybe it was my conscience command kicking in,
but I knew I had to take another look at the benefits I was about
to share.

With the lessons of the Monkey's Paw in mind, I looked at the
first command.  I could cure everyone in reach of any illness.
Wasn't that a good thing?  How could that backfire?  The first
way that leapt to mind was all the Diabetics who would routinely
take their shots or swallow their dose, not realizing that they
were cured.  That could be fatal.  Or people taking unnecessary
allergy medications and living with the side-effects because it
would seem so obvious that the meds worked.

Scars.  Some scars are earned by stupid actions and serve as a
reminder not to repeat those actions.  I couldn't remove them
without informed consent.  What about all the denture wearers
whose mouths would suddenly seem overly full?  Some might even
choke to death.Damn it, the whole list was like that.  And what
about sexual dysfunction?

I wondered what the ultimate effect would be.  There are schools
of thought that consider homosexuality, bestiality and pedophilia
to be dysfunctions.  I'm not a subscriber to those schools, but
I don't know for certain.  This one could be interesting, but
psychologically devastating.  At this point, my entire list was
less like bestowing gifts and more like inflicting them.  I
cleared the macro.

That's when it occurred to me that I might not have the only copy
of Master PC, and I'd better command myself to be immune to the
effects of anyone else's copies.  Someone else might have even
less scruples than I about how to deal with others.

I felt a tingle again, even though I hadn't typed the command.
Then I began typing.

Command: Anyone other than Xanthos Pendragon who downloaded
anything from the 'alt.binaries.warez' newsgroup is to
IMMEDIATELY delete all files that they downloaded.  If any of
those people, other than Xanthos Pendragon, installed the program
called 'Master', they are to issue the following commands before
they uninstall and erase the software from their system: 'Anyone
other than Xanthos Pendragon... (Exact quote of everything up to
that last colon...)  Once the deletion is completed, you will
forget all knowledge of that program. You will also forget the
name 'Xanthos Pendragon'

As the words appeared on my screen, I realized that I was too
late!  Someone else already had a copy of Master Control and was
using it to make sure nobody else could or would.  There was no
way to know whether they would be a beneficent master or an evil
tyrant, and no way to stop the command already having its effect
on me.  I could only hope they wouldn't reverse the benefits I'd
already claimed and those I'd passed on to others.  Quite against
my conscious will, I clicked on the send command.

I erased "Master.zip" from my download directory, and Master.exe
from my temporary directory.  Uninstall removed the program from
my hard drive, and emptying my recycle bin followed by a reboot
seemed to satisfy the foreign Master commands....

I stared at the screen as my computer went through the boot
process.  What had I been doing?  I shook my head to clear the
fuzziness, but there were gaps in how I'd spent the last day or
so.  I must be getting old.  Strangely enough, I could clearly
recall events in my life right up until last night, and then the
gaps.  Weird.  Especially weird considering how good I felt--
better than I could recall feeling at any time in my life, in
fact.

Next to the keyboard was my half-empty pack of Marlboro Light
100s.  I felt no urge to pick it up, yet I could clearly recall
having been a chain-smoker up until last night.  In fact, the
smell of the ashtray was mildly distasteful, and I took it to the
kitchen to empty it and wash it.

Returning to the keyboard, I logged on and checked my e-mail.
Nothing worth saving, so I opened the archives for a little
housekeeping.  Odd, there was an e-mail from an old shipmate in
California that had an attachment, but I didn't remember reading.
The text was suspicious, all caps, but with just enough personal
info to make me wonder:

"GARY, YOU GOTTA CHECK THIS OUT!  IT MAKES EVERYTHING WE DREAMT
UP ON DORSAL LOOK LIKE AN ACCOUNTANT'S DAYDREAMS!!"

The attachment was named "Master.zip". I took a chance...

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