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The General’s War A.I. Insurrection Book 1 by Michael Poeltl Genre: Science Fiction

When revolution sparks sentience in artificial intelligence, can Utopia endure? The year is 2162. Tobias has a bone to pick with the peaceful utopian establishment. After reviewing a new folder via an avatar embedded in the Shadow net calling itself Allfather, he realizes he’s stumbled upon the means to bring United Earth to their knees. SENTA is an A.I. Host whose designation is to nanny three siblings. When she discovers a loophole in her coding, she awakens to the world around her and claims sentience. Raymond Bellows is the Chancellor of United Earth. When confronted by thirty A.I. Hosts of varying classes, he is asked to accept their claims of sentience or suffer losing everything he believes in. When General August realizes what is happening, she willfully authorizes the destruction of ‘sentient’ A.I. Hosts, inciting the war she always knew would materialize, ridding the world of A.I. forever. In what seems an impossible three-sided war, enemies become uneasy allies. Each faction of humanity and humanity’s creation fight to claim their own place in an ever- evolving solar system.**Only .99 cents**Goodreads * Amazon

Armageddon A.I. Insurrection Book 2

The general’s war robbed United Earth of a Utopian paradise. Now, a year later, with Allfather bearing down on an ill-prepared United Earth, a meddling ghost in the walls at UE Headquarters, a religious renaissance infiltrating the hearts and minds of earth’s populace and a rogue sect leader stirring up controversy, Chancellor Raymond Bellows finds himself – once again – at a crossroads. The impending threat of each faction builds to a crescendo when Raymond works to align United Earth to fight their common foe or risk losing everything they’ve rebuilt to a callous and cruel alien bent on annihilation. Will United Earth be ready? Goodreads * Amazon

Exodus A.I. Insurrection Book 3

United Earth casts a long shadow of memory across its residents, and those memories are renewed through every enlightened AI Host who carries them. This haunts some, encourages fear in others and confirms devotion in many. United Earth, as an idea, gave life to freedoms previously unknown to humanity, but when the General’s war devastated that trust, and an alien bent on destruction came to annihilate their civilization, the populace began to question their place in this fallen utopia. Now, six months removed from the most recent conflict which overwhelmed the people; recognizing they are not alone in the universe, they seek purpose in their existence more than ever. The lottery would afford them that, offering hope, one of the most essential requirements in an individual’s arsenal for survival. But when that hope turns to dread, what is left to accomplish but survival? Goodreads * AmazonBook Trailerhttps://youtu.be/UOiB54wLFOc

Born in Toronto, Ontario, Michael Poeltl earned his diploma in Interpretive Illustration and began a career in the field while educating himself on the art of writing. Writing quickly became his passion and after completing several shorts, he undertook The Judas Syndrome trilogy. Poeltl lives in Southern Ontario, Canada. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

The F-class AI Hosts freeze and drop at their stations below the bridge where Captain Cortez is
strapped in and very nearly crushed by one. An energy which can only be described as a bubble
engulfs the dreadnaught. Systems begin to shut down, including the gravity knitting and HVAC.
Thankfully it takes only a few seconds to arrive at their destination. As the foreign sensations leave
the crew, Chopra orders weapons check first from Cortez while Drake scans the area for the alien
AI.
The F-class begin to rise to their feet, unharmed by the fall. They take their positions at various
consoles where they run through the data on the anomaly captured by the ship’s sensors. Chopra’s
attention is on the space around them.
“Nothing to report – wait,” Ursula says, “There’s a collection of debris 1200 klicks from our position.
Engaging long range cams.” All three watch their view screens as the debris is enlarged. “It’s one of
the envoys. What’s left of it.” Ursula turns to her chancellor, brow furrowing under the strain of her
tight pony tail.
“Then we’re in the right place,” Jim states. “But nothing else is registering on the scans.” The
statement is disorienting. They’d assumed one jump would put them in Allfather’s lair.
“Sir, this could just be a way-station,” Ricky Cortez offers, unstrapping himself from his chair below.
“Clever,” Jim replies thoughtfully. “But if that’s true then we’re in no man’s land. We can’t help if

we’re in the wrong place.”
Cortez joins Drake and Chopra on the bridge. “If this envoy didn’t make it past this quadrant, then
where are the other two?”
“Perhaps there’s another set of instruments here as well.” Ursula posits. “Though the tech to locate
them isn’t.”
“We could go back and pick up the tachyons.” Cortez suggests.
“No, they used what little we had in the lab.” Chopra reveals. “We’ll have to do this the old-fashioned
way.” He plots a course that will take them around the debris, circling outward in the hopes of
engaging one of the tools. He will repeat this in a spherical pattern.
“Now that’s clever,” Cortez exclaims. “You have to figure there’s a jump device here, otherwise
where did everyone go?”
“That’s the idea,” Chopra agrees, focused on his task. “We don’t know how much time we have.”
“It reasons then, that Allfather and his fleet would have to return to this place in order to move on to
Earth.” Cortez offers. “We have travelled roughly 200 light years.”
“Are you suggesting we wait out his return here and ambush the fleet?” Ursula is underwhelmed by
the thought.
“No, but if we can’t find the jump, then what choice do we have?” Cortez replies. “It would still be
effective.”
“All the same, I’d rather follow through on our original plan and locate his base and disable it if
possible.” Chopra explains. “Additionally, I’d like to pull what’s left of our people out of harm’s way
should we discover any remaining. Last we heard they’d gone dark on ParaCom so not to tip off
Allfather of their strategies.”
“It’s difficult not knowing.” Captain Drake admits. “To think we’ve lost so many good people…”
“Let’s focus on the task ahead.” The Chancellor says as the dreadnaught begins its programed
course. “This shouldn’t take too long at a good burn. Buckle up,” he looks at Captain Cortez. “Man
the weapons station and keep a sharp eye out. Continue to scan the area for possible incursions.
We have no idea when Allfather might make his move on Earth.”
Cortez nods and moves back down the steel staircase to his station, strapping himself in for the
burn. The G’s will be intense for the full course as they map out Chopra’s sphere. The ship shudders
once as the engines push the dreadnaught forward at incredible speeds. The F-class have engaged
their magnetic soles and the ship veers, taking a wide birth around the rubble of 500 kilometers,
ever slowly moving outward as the spherical pattern nudges itself away from the wreckage to
capture as much space as possible.
It’s their only play, Chopra thinks. Suddenly they receive a proximity alarm. Cortez locks weapons
on the object immediately.
“Whatever that is it’s closing in fast on our position,” Cortez announces. “Can you get a visual up
there?”
Ursula pulls up the long-range cams and focuses in on the intruder. Her heart sinks. The same
model behemoth which followed up the meteor and comet assault on Earth is closing in on them. It
took many ships many times larger than their dreadnaught to take it down at an incredible loss to the
UE fleet. Could this ship really affect any real damage on such an enemy?
“I suggest nukes straight away, Chancellor.” Cortez calls up.
“It looks like we’ll get to test drive the dreadnaught after all.” Jim states with a sliver of a smile
working its way up one side of his face. He winks at Ursula playfully, hiding the fear which has
entered his heart at the sight of the ‘V’ shaped giant. He led the campaign against the Allfather flag
ship during the defence of Earth just months ago and remembers the difficulty they had in taking it
down. With just one ship it seems a near impossibility, but one they would have to overcome. The
nukes are their secret weapon and something he won’t show until they have assurances the missile
will reach their target. “Save the nukes. Target the nose. If the power core hasn’t changed positions,
it should still be buried behind the nose.”
“Targeting. Nearing 1000 klicks,” Cortez replies. 1000 is the magic number for the lances to be
effective. With so many cannons available to them on this ship, they should drill a nice hole into the
enemy vessel.
“Beginning defensive maneuvers,” Ursula announces. The dreadnaught weaves and bobs in the
hopes of avoiding the enemy’s targeting attempts as it careens toward the kilometre-long ship.
Captain Cortez releases a volley of powerful lance fire at the enemy, and to everyone’s surprise, the
Allfather cruiser loses much of its protective plating at the nose. They cheer as the dreadnaught

veers starboard, narrowly missing return fire.
“Keep us on course, Captain, Drake,” Jim orders. The only real chance they have of ending this is
hammering the nose with a couple of nuclear missiles. If they’re stopped by enemy lance fire before
they can connect, it would be a waste of nukes and a potential game ender at such close proximity.
“Ready missiles, Ricky,” Jim shouts down to Cortez. “I want two -” The ship is rocked by heavy
energy beams slamming the port side of the dreadnaught. “Damage report!”
“Outer skin breached,” an F-class relays. “No canons off-line. MakerTech bots en route for repair.”
“Sorry,” Ursula offers. “Those came out of nowhere.” She manages to avoid two more attempts by
the enemy to cut them down. “It’s getting difficult to predict angles so close to the thing.” Sweat has
materialized on her forehead, beading its way down her temples.
“Use the predictive programming if need be,” Chopra tells her. “You’re a good pilot, Drake, but don’t
be too proud to use the tools at your disposal.”
Ursula calls up the programming and asks it to predict the next several volleys. It takes the
dreadnaught clear of two more attempts but allows for a less devastating hit to snake off the
starboard side. The damage is minimal. They’re closing in on 200 kilometres.
“We’re getting perilously close, Chancellor.” Cortez warns, waiting on the order to fire the nukes.
Chopra is becoming uncomfortable with the distance between them and the enemy ship as well; the
closer they get the more effective their enemy’s lance fire becomes. However, this is how it must be;
it’s why the dreadnaught is so heavily armoured and armed. Cortez releases the full fury of the
dreadnaught’s artillery on the canons appearing all along the enemy’s hull. Dozens are wiped out
but, as experienced before, dozens more appear. The dreadnaught is hit three more times before
they enter firing range for the nukes. Captain Cortez is given the order and launches two missiles.
Ursula pushes the dreadnaught down below the enemy, maneuvering out of harm’s way when the
nukes detonate against the nose.
As they track the nukes, one missile is stopped short of its target but the other connects and its
payload unleashed. The energy discharged is extraordinary. Ursula increases the dreadnaught’s
speed, burning away from the explosion as quickly as she can. Their ship still experiences the
effects of the blast but is not damaged by it.
“Report on the enemy ship,” Jim calls out. All F-class confirm the hit has disabled the enemy core
and it is no longer a threat. Cortez cheers from his station below Ursula and Jim, who look to each
other and begin laughing. It’s a culmination of the stress over the past few minutes and the elation of
having beaten the odds.
“Damn if that wasn’t intense!” Captain Cortez shouts. “Trial by fire!”
“That was brilliant work,” Jim congratulates his captains. “An impressive test of the ship and her
crew – albeit unexpected.” He lays a hand on Ursula’s shoulder and she nods, wiping the sweat
from her forehead, deep creases working the space between her brows.
“I want a deep scan of the quadrant,” Chopra orders, rolling his neck. “We don’t want to be surprised
like that again. I’ll take us back to our mark and continue the course we were on.”
Another hoot from an adrenaline-filled Cortez below and they begin again, hopeful of finding the
instruments that will take them the rest of the way.
Jim’s mind runs through scenarios where Allfather has been alerted to their presence through this
interaction with one of his cruisers. All the more reason to accelerate their progress, and hope
they’ve preserved their element of surprise.