What You Should Know About The Bots In Your Vaccine

News From The Next Stage — Issue N009

Meet Nolan

The year 2015 had been an odd year for Nolan Archibald Bullock. To say that his life changed after he discovered the truth about his brain would be a gross understatement.

Nolan and I first met in late 2013. We both had just moved into our new homes. Three blocks and four driveways apart from each other. My two children, my wife and myself. His two puppies, his wife, and he himself. New neighbors we were.

I was just getting on my bike when he rode past our driveway on a Saturday morning in the spring. I waved. He smiled. And we decided to ride together that day. The first ride of many. That’s how we met. That’s how our relationship started.

One year later his drone business got listed on the Nasdaq stock exchange. The company moved away. Then he did too. We stayed in touch. Somewhat. You know how it is for us middle-aged people: a message here, a text there, a family photo attached to an email around Christmas, a quick birthday message when Facebook prompts you. That’s kind of it.

About Nolan’s Head

It’s 2021. The virus has had us locked away for over a year now. Nolan is in town. Briefly. Naturally, we talk about all of this and more of that, when I meet him at the airport during his stopover.

Bill Gates uses the vaccine to put tiny robots into your body. To control society. They will make you infertile to counter overpopulation. People really believe that,” I say.

“They do, don’t they? But they’re terribly wrong. Adam is the man who puts tiny robots into your body,” he replies with a smile that says there’s more to come.

And this is where his incredible story begins.

Shortly after moving away back in the day, he started to notice changes, he tells me. Nagging headaches, mood swings, memory loss. Stuff like that. “It was like I was morphing into a different person,” he says, “a person I didn’t particularly like.” Nor did his family.

“I thought it had something to do with the stress. You know, having the company on the stock exchange, being in the public eye. Stuff like that.” he continues, “but I decided to get it checked out.”

His phone buzzes. He declines this incoming call before he continues. He wants to finish his story before he has to board.

“They found a tumor in my head,” I just stare at him. I don’t know how to react. He looks fine. Better than ever. He sips on his tea and continues, “the size of a small orange.”

“I had no idea what to do. I was shocked. I felt lost,” I can see this story unfold in his sober glance, “I went home, I packed a bag, I took my family, and we drove out to the cabin.”

“But you know,” he smiles “the upside of running a fancy tech business is, that you get to meet a whole lot of interesting people. And the people these people know. It’s like a big bro network. And before I knew it, I was on the phone with a guy named Adam.”

“These tiny machines are custom-engineered therapeutic micro-bots. They are made to be embedded in the human nervous system, and they deliver medications to target diseases at specific locations in the body.” — Adam Hoffman, MicroBot Inc.

The Man Who Makes Tiny Submarines

Three days later, Nolan says, on October 20, 2014, he met Adam and David on the roof of the Tel Aviv Museum of Art. It was a small gathering, but it was a very special one.

Adam is the founder and chairman of an Israeli company called MicroBot Inc., David runs the engineering team. The company is in stealth mode at that time. That means, they’re not on anyone’s radar. No one knows about it, or what they do. No one other than the people who work there and the people who finance it.

“The human body is a marvelous thing, but sometimes it can be downright terrifying.” Adam tells Nolan on that day, “it can swell up to the size of a water tank and cause people to drown. It’s filled with scary bacteria that can provoke nasty infections. It can make your cells grow into terrible houseguests. And the list goes on. Endlessly.”

Adam, a robotics and biomechanics engineer, has been working on bio-inspired robots, called BioPillet for almost two decades. On David’s phone, Nolan can see that the current model is tiny and submarine-shaped. The men tell him that it’s controlled by a central unit and it’s capable of sensing and manipulating its environment. The BioPillet has been tested in real-world scenarios and has shown great potential for use in disorders in the nervous system.

“These tiny machines are custom-engineered therapeutic micro-bots. They are made to be embedded in the human nervous system, and they deliver medications to target diseases at specific locations in the body. Diseases like orange-sized tumors in the brain for instance,” Nolan explains, “and they offered to include me in the trials.”

“This latest piece of ground-breaking technology is a major step forward from current therapies, such as chemotherapy. Those methods are invasive, painful and a never-ending nightmare for the patient. Our treatment is more effective, takes less time, and comes without any harmful side effects.” That’s how Adam pitched it.

“I was sold,” my friend says, “you know me: innovation, tech, forging a visionary path to advance the human race…..I just asked where to sign. Hahaha.

He is a bio-robot, a humanoid-looking human machine that was created through the use of advanced technology, nanoengineering, and artificial genetics. A hybrid-human who calls himself a Biodroid.

He Calls Himself A Biodroid

“Remember Fantastic Voyage? The movie where they shrink a submarine and inject it into a human body?” his gleaming eyes make the case for what he’s telling me.

“It really was like a scene out of a science fiction movie. I stepped into a nearly empty room. There was a table. On the table sat a small rectangular glass dish, the dish held three tiny containers, and those mini-containers held my three new friends. They were small enough to fit through the holes in a strainer, but still large enough that I could see the details of their little bodies. They looked like miniature submarines. The appearance of these slick mini-robots was amazing, and something that I had never seen before. One hour later I had them floating inside of me. Three months after that my tumor was nearly gone.”

Nolan tells me that this health scare was the start of his campaign to find a cure for aging. And he’s been on a crusade ever since.

“I’m 47 now and I’ve spent nearly 2 Million Dollars on hacking my body over the last couple of years. I’ve become calmer, thinner, extroverted, healthier, and happier. I’m significantly more intelligent, I have an increased sex drive. It’s a win-win-win-win-win-win-win-situation, to say the least.” He says with a smirk.

“Call it the first in a long line of future robot-vaccinations,” he says, “these tiny submarines were just the beginning. Today I have many designated bots and tech embedded inside of me. Not just micro, but nano. Bio-engineered organisms and hybrid technologies that directly interact with my body. Autonomously. They fight the cause of cellular degeneration, scrape clogged arteries, enhance brain function, kill malicious cells, you name it. All the time. Twentyfourseven!”

I’m just letting all of this sink in.

For the past years, Nolan has been working tirelessly towards improving the human race by enhancing his own body. He looks healthy, happy, and much, much younger than I remember. But looking at him you would never expect this man to be an enhanced creature at the forefront of medical technology.

My friend is a bio-robot, a humanoid-looking human machine that was created through the use of advanced technology, nanoengineering, and artificial genetics. A hybrid-human who calls himself a Biodroid.

I’m not sure what to make of it.

We hear the boarding announcement for Nolan’s flight. Before he gets up he grabs his phone and turns the screen towards me.

“Everything that’s going on in the body. In real-time.”

“You see,” he says, “I get it when people are worried about new technology. You sure can cause a lot of trouble with tools like this.”

He slips his phone into his back pocket and slings his bag over one shoulder.

“I prefer to see the bright side of things. You know, trust in new tech and trust the people who use it.”

He gives me a big smile and a firm shoulder squeeze.

“Works more often than not. And makes my life more liveable. Literally.”

I gotta think about this, I think to myself.

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