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Techno-Heretic

Eli is an ancient man sentenced to death for the crime of surpassing the sacred number of 32.8, which is the allowed percentage of increased mental ability from the use of AI chips. As he journeys through death and into a world of fantasy and magic, he finds himself approaching never before seen heights of magical power and ability. Powers that will shape the world and would see him go down in legends for generations ever after. But just because someone acquires magical abilities, that doesn't mean magic is suddenly the most important thing in their life. Some people aren't looking to be all-powerful gods, have the world bow at their feet, or spend their days obsessing over accumulating ever more power. Some people just want acceptance, stability, and the warmth of their loved ones to drive away the cold loneliness of the night. And in a world where magic is the bedrock of society, where magic is what determines who is preferred for siring children, where people with high magical ability are destined to live in great luxury and those without magic simply live to make due, this difference in values and perspective could not have a starker contrast. As Eli and the people around him navigate the misconceptions and deceptions of this world, he will represent a great and magnificent future for the human race. One where humanity will stand above the elves, dwarves, orcs, fairies, and all the horrors of the world. Sadly, men's tools are as fallible as the people who make them, and in a society where the potential of an individual is determined solely through their magical level, this seed of promise may yet turn venomous. This book is now available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08N3K5D4G Discord server: https://discord.gg/wP5ehQjeFz

garrick_skalnor · Fantasie
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Chapter 1: The Heretic

Prologue: The Heretic

Year: Unknown

Location: Judgement Spire of sector 53

"Who is this poor Schmuck?" asked poohead6969.

"Some fucker who thought he could get away with putting in multiple brain chips if he hid a few in his thighs" replied Furriesloveyou420.

This was just a small snippet of conversation that Jose saw in the chat of the live stream he was conducting. While typically posting video game lets plays, the big item of the day was the burning of some fool who thought that he was above the law. On the flickering screen was the visage of a 18-year-old boy strapped to a pole dotted with small holes slowly letting out the vaporous air distortions of gas. On the back of his head was a bleeding wound that used to hold the connector for his AI chips. The platform it was built on was a large metallic disk that overlooked a sparkling metropolis with 12 other figures on it.

This dude had made big waves not just for his illegal body modifications. Apparently, he made a clone body of himself in another system that he mind jumped too when he was about to be caught. It took a month's long, multi system man hunt just to catch him, the fruit of which was now the center of tonight's entertainment. One of the larger figures came forward.

"Eli, name stricken. For the crime of heresy against..."

The speech devolved into some long-winded diatribe about society and the rules that bind us all together. But the point that drew the most interest at this moment was the fact he was delivering this address with no mask or anything in between him and the accused.

This was being done face-to-face.

Jose suppressed a shiver just thinking about it. This perverse act wasn't illegal, but neither was shoving your junk into a blender and both had the same impact on your social media metrics. Sadly somethings are written in stone as far as executions go and this is what the large cloaked figure was paid the big bucks for.

He looked back at chat and saw how the technology developed and deployed across galaxies, and all the wonders and dangers therein, to allow people to communicate instantly across the milky way was being used to discuss how profoundly homosexual this act was. However, the object at the center of this maelstrom was ignorant of all the Socratic methods, intellectual feints and jabs, and multi-tiered power point presentations being deployed around his every move as he threw a torch onto the damned, burning him to a crisp instantly.

I decided to go with a slightly more light hearted writing style in the first chapter because it better conveys the conditions in which the MC grew up.

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