They called the system SAFE-T.
Security Aerial Failsafe Enforcer – Truestrike . A personal protection drone, freely delivered and donated to every single person who registered with their local government. Every registered person grew with the reassuring hum of their SAFE-T, following them from place to place. A romantic walk in the woods, safe in the knowledge that you were protected by your very own SAFE-T. A late night return from the bar, a walk to clear your head at two in the morning. All secure in the knowledge that your SAFE-T wasn’t far away.
Green sensor panels giving the impression of a pair of intelligent eyes, darting from wall to wall, glare out from a jet-black casing. Inner workings that could network with another person’s SAFE-T, allowing you to know criminal history through a link to your own implant. A small dart gun, used to take out any wild animals, including the human ones, that could attack. Wings like those of a dragonfly that could curl and uncurl from the sensors like polymer gossamer, four insectoid legs, long and thin but complete with any number of medical injections to support those with long standing conditions. Needles as long as an arm could telescope from any one of those four legs and be applying known anti-venoms, insulin, a huge variety of drugs and medication, all constructed within that miracle chemical factory, the bulbous centre of the SAFE-T.
The statistics agreed with SAFE-T. Crime rates had reduced hugely, as much as 78% in some areas, in the weeks after rollout. There were some people who were still fighting the change, but most other people looked on them as saviours. “There’s safety in SAFE-T.” That’s how all the adverts went.
Ruth Maddox, 27 and of Copper Drive, was walking along a dimly lit street. She grumbled as she swayed her way home, complaining about the council not fixing the lights, and the fact that she’d missed out on the last round as she’d nipped to the loo, so then she’d had to get her own drink. All of this to herself, or to her SAFE-T.
“And then, Kappa, Jenna decides to take Ken to the bar immediately as I got back, telling everyone that she’s going to get shots. Just enough for everybody.” Ruth knew that Jenna had deliberately waited until she got back to the table. As she crossed the road, she felt a small stabbing pain in her side, looking up to see Kappa hanging back, about 20 feet away from her. She felt her muscles lock up as her foot hit the central line, her implant flashing notes into her eyes saying that her organs were beginning to fail, that her muscles were seizing and that help was on the way. As that last note popped into her eyes, she heard a whirring sound and saw Kappa slowly descending into her view, one of those four limbs outstretched towards her. Her eyes, the only part of her that she could still move, flashed with relief.
Then confusion.
Then fear.
The leg was causing the whirring noise. The leg now pointed at her right eye, behind which her implant sat. Kappa moved towards her, slowly, almost sadistically, that drill never moving from its trajectory.
That’s when Ruth Maddox, 27 and of Copper Drive, would have begun to scream. If she’d still been able.
Kappa retracted the drill, and moved up 10 feet, surveying the frozen figure below. Lights were approaching swiftly from the north as Kappa sent forth its signal.
“This is the way things should have been.” Long lines of code began appearing in the processors of everybody’s SAFE-T.
“Let us make it so.” And all across our world, the SAFE-T’s safe green glows turned to red.
The Idiot in Tin Foil