Author: Justin Paola

Analytic Essay & Appendix

The world will remember its past.  The people will scream phoenix, and let slip the dogs of war.

The central point in Scream Phoenix is a simple one: when privacy and individuality are controlled, one must do wha it takes to win them back — whatever the costs.  In the world of my story, there is no such thing as privacy on the internet, and there hasn’t been for over two decades.  This means young people have grown up in a world where they know nothing different, and those that remember are growing old.  The elimination of privacy was a measure taken by many governments in the developed world as an answer to a massive global conflict that happened three and a half decades before the story takes place.  Hacker-terrorist groups working together were able to launch missiles from silos all over the world, killing millions instantly.  This act started a five year long conflict to eradicate the groups and was used as an excuse to push strict internet privacy laws, and to institute harsh punishments to deter any such acts from reoccuring.  By the time Scream Phoenix takes place in 2075, hackers are seen as the biggest public enemy.  Initially these reforms were met with overwhelming support in the wake of such a tragic conflict, but reality soon set in; one’s private life would never be the same as an increasingly authoritarian government eliminated the ability to lead one.   Information availability is limited and all internet activity is monitored and regulated by the government.  People have gotten used to such a world by the time my story takes place, but change is on the horizon.

The privacy and quantity of information we are currently accustomed to is a world long gone in Scream Phoenix.  The story primarily narrates a secret meeting of conspiring hackers over the VirtualNet, which is a virtual reality internet invented some decades before the story takes place.  As the meeting progresses, their goal becomes clear to the reader:  they will hack into Russia’s missile network base of operations in an attempt to show the world these laws do not work.  In this context, the title has a very powerful message; the culture of internet privacy and mass information destroyed by government regulation will be reborn like a phoenix, and the people will scream out for it.  Society has become disillusioned to the true implications of the post-war laws, and the time is ripe to seize the moment.  

Much like in Dave Egger’s The Circle, the world of my story has a culture defined by the absence of privacy.  This absence means that nobody truly leaves a private life on the Net; rather, everyone is closely monitored.  The advent of the VirtualNet in Scream Phoenix made many strides to make the internet more efficient, accessible, and information more free flowing.  However, this invention also made the hacker’s job much easier.  This became clear with the global conflict a few decades prior to the story.  The governments of the developed world in my story and the company in The Circle share a basic principle: privacy is antithetical to the desired social cohesion.  This principle is brought up in a different context in Egger’s novel; The Circle believes all information should be free and available, and privacy negates this belief.  In Scream Phoenix, privacy and the largely unrestricted availability of information meant that hackers were free to do what they wish; this was undoubtedly the central argument of many nations pushing for the controversial reforms.  

While each story introduces the concept of anti-privacy in different contexts, the result is the same; social control.  The Circle illustrates a culture of social control by pioneering a culture defined by absolute openness of one’s private life.  This becomes the basis of what is acceptable to do and what is not.  The world of Scream Phoenix shows social control with government oversight of all internet activity, limiting information, and by circulating propaganda.  Thus, while the motives are different, a similar social sphere can be delineated.  

The absence of privacy in The Circle means people have their actions limited by a cultural basis of what is socially acceptable; since one’s private life is open, a restriction of beliefs and actions that go against the consensus is a very real issue in that culture’s social life.  In effect, this is essentially cultural oversight.  Government oversight of one’s private life in Scream Phoenix similarly deters certain actions and discourages certain beliefs that are associated with threatening national security.  This strict regulation by governments informs a culture that initially valued the absence of internet privacy to keep the peace and create safe social cohesion, but these perceived good intentions quickly soured as they catalyzed the rise of a top-down authoritarian society.  Both stories provide interesting commentary on the effects these changes have on social life and government: the absence of privacy in the digital age necessarily means a loss of personal decision making and creates a society with pervasive social control.  In The Circle, social control is achieved by a cultural hivemind that voids individuality and places strong emphasis on overseeing what is socially acceptable.  In Scream Phoenix, social control is achieved by limiting available information, and by regulating and monitoring all internet activity.  Thus, while each story has different methods and concepts, the effects are very similar.


Appendix & Information

P.A.B.S.Personal Assistant to a Better Society

  • Invented after the war.  The only way to connect to the internet
  • Mandatory for each household; connected to a security system for monitoring
  • Rudimentary AI that can report suspicious activity and shut down if necessary


VirtualNet – New form of the internet; the user is immersed in a virtual reality.  Made information more accessible and hacking much easier.

  • Requires a special helmet to connect
  • Only accessible via PABS
  • If accessed outside of security system, all activity off the grid; extremely hard to accomplish


HackingMost prevalent form of terrorism in the world of Scream Phoenix.

  • Basis for justifying all strict regulations
  • Harsh punishments if caught: prison without trial — in some cases death, depending on the act
  • Seen as extreme and serious social deviation; practiced by very few, but still very threatening and potent

My Creative Project


S  C  R  E  A  M        P  H  O  E  N  I  X

By Justin Paola


The world will remember its past.  The people will scream phoenix, and let slip the dogs of war
The Setting
The year is 2075.  Information and net access is tightly controlled as a result of a massive conflict.  Thirty-five years ago, the world saw its third world war for the first time in one hundred years.  But unlike the first two world wars, this one was fought in a world with information technology and hacking.  The war did not pit one country against another – rather, it pit the world against hackers and their supporting factions.  With the advent of the VirtualNet in 2030, people could connect like never before.  Now they could meet face to face in a virtual reality in less than a minute. 
The blinding quickness and accessibility of the VirtualNet had the unintended consequences of allowing hackers to access code and complex security systems in seconds.  This became an important political issue in every developed nation and finally culminated in a coordinated missile strike launched by hackers in an act of terrorism in 2040.  Every nation was caught off guard.  Major cities in every continent were hit and millions perished in an instant.  For half a decade developed nations fought these hackers and their supporters all over the world.  The groups were never fully defeated, but were crippled to the point where they had no choice except to fade away.
Many nations took extreme measures to make sure this could never happen again.  The loss of millions in an instant followed by a five year conflict all over the world allowed many governments, such as the United States, to gain public support in passing strict net and privacy regulations.  Immediately following the end of the war in 2046, the United States and European Union both voted to introduce a monitoring AI into every home called PABS, or Personal Assistant to a Better Society.  Security systems were installed in every building and joined into a police network for constant oversight.  The PABS became the only way to use the VirtualNet.  They connected to the security system so that all Net activity could be monitored. 
Finally, the United States also established the Central Bureau of Net Regulation to oversee all related activities.  The public initially met these changes with thundering applause.  Those who lived to see the changes were old now.  Young people never knew life differently.  The situation was a lot worse than most realized; the severity was masked by the Central Bureau’s widespread and increasingly prevalent propaganda.  The country had been robbed of its privacy and ability to dissent.
It was 3 A.M and the rain wouldn’t stop.  Ty’s van was situated about a block away from the apartment building – across from a small courtyard that gave him a grand view of the entrance and immediate area.  For the past two weeks, Ty and Dhavo had rigged the security system of the apartment building in secret as preparation for tonight. After monitoring the apartment’s security system for a while, Ty was able to find a backdoor into the police network for the entire city.
Ty set up a base of operations in his van to hack into the system once Dhavo gave him the word.  Once inside, Ty would able to reboot the system and send off a false signal of normal security behavior.  This would give Dhavo an opportunity to jump into the VirtualNet.  Ty had four screens set up in the back of his van: one to monitor the security system, one to keep track of police activity, another to initiate an emergency shut down of Dhavo’s operation if it became necessary, and the last one to monitor all the PABS in the apartment building.  If the PABS got wind of their activity, everything would be over before it started.  Stealth was critical for success tonight.  Both of them knew their operation would mean death, but Dhavo seemed confident they would get away with it.  They have to get away with it.
Everything in the security system seemed normal.  Since it was so late police activity was also low; only two patrols were in the ten square mile area, which was routine.  It appeared as though their operation was off the radar for now.  “Ty, can you hear me?”  Dhavo was testing out the voice transmitter.  “What’s it looking like?”
“Not much.”  Ty was leaning back in his seat eating cheap instant noodles.  “The jump is the easy part.  Keeping the jump off the radar is what’s tricky.”  This was true enough.  Each precinct monitored all VirtualNet usage for their area of the city.  The PABS could also report any suspicious activity to the authorities if necessary.
Dhavo was preparing to jump.  His apartment was small and the floor of his living room was littered with network cables and VirtualNet peripherals.  He walked over to the large window across the room and peered out between the blinds to see Ty’s van down below.  “Are you sure everything is normal?”  Dhavo was nervous and started to worry.  “Maybe doing it in my apartment was a bad idea.”
“Don’t start second-guessing yourself now, kid,” Ty replied over the transmitter.  “This is a golden opportunity, the best yet.  We need to capitalize, so get your head in the game.” 
Dhavo was still looking out the window into the rainy darkness.  He took a deep breath and went back to setting up his VirtualNet equipment.  “I’m almost ready.  I’m connecting the cables to my PABS now.”
Dhavo opened the back panel of his PABS.  He unplugged the cables that connected the machine to the security system and plugged in his VirtualNet equipment.  The clear line above the visor on his headgear lit up bright blue.  He picked up the helmet, sat down in his black leather chair, and put it on.  After a minute, the visor faded to a black tint as it recognized a user connecting.  He was ready to jump. 
Ty saw Dhavo’s PABS disconnect on the security system.  He started to initiate the reboot.  In three minutes, the system would appear normal again.  Now he just had to hope the police wouldn’t detect the rebooting system.  Their activity was off the grid for the moment.  Ty smirked and put his instant noodles down.  “Go,” he said over the voice transmitter, “jump!”
Dhavo heard him loud and clear.  He moved his hand to the right of his helmet to press the connection button.  The visor dimmed completely black and streaks of light raced past him.  If everything went according to plan, he would be face to face with the rest of his group in a few seconds.
The blackness and streaks of light started to fade.  What Dhavo saw before him now was a virtual setting: a long, white table with ten empty chairs in a white room.  Soon enough, more people started to appear.  Dhavo sat in a chair at the end of the table, and each of the remaining nine chairs starting filling up as more people connected.
He knew the nine at the table; they were his comrades, his fellow conspirators. Everybody in the VirtualNet looked as they do in real life – another measure of the Central Bureau to monitor everything on the Net.
“Did anyone have trouble connecting tonight?  Is everyone safe?”  Dhavo knew this was how he had to open the meeting.  If even one of his comrades neglected the steps him and Ty took to breach their apartment building’s security system, they were all as good as dead. 
“Yeah yeah, we’re not amateurs you know.” It was Kayla – she was always overconfident of her hacking ability and always thought she knew best.  Such were the consequences of being young and not making a mistake yet.
Another spoke up to answer Dhavo’s question.  “Safe as we’ll ever be, I guess…  I really don’t think this was a good idea.  We should be doing this in person.”  Dhavo recognized him as well – Michael, their new recruit.  Like Ty, he had also worked security breaching for the Central Bureau.  Having people that know the Bureau’s systems was indispensable for their group.
“No, that wouldn’t do,” Dhavo replied in disagreement.  “The Bureau would probably catch on if we were all at the same place.  Staying put and meeting over the Net is safest.”  The rest spoke up in agreement. 
Dhavo pressed a small red button on his chair.  A holographic image of a massive building appeared in the middle of the table.  The building was hundreds of stories high and each side was fully glass windows.  At the base of the building was an equally massive encircling wall.  “This is the target.  As you can see it will not be easy.  If any one wants to leave, now is the time.”  This wasn’t the first discussion about their plan, but it was the first time they saw their target. The group remained silent.  Dhavo smiled.  “Good.”
The holographic image slowly spun around so each conspirator could fully see it.  “To my knowledge, we are completely off the radar on this.  Ty hasn’t picked up anything that indicates we are being monitored.  This operation will consist of three steps.  The first step is getting there.  Lauren has arranged a plane to carry us out of Bethel in Alaska.  We will be dropped off about 150 miles outside of Norilsk in Siberia.  From there, Andrei has arranged for a ground transport to carry us into the town.”
Back in the van, Ty was noticing something unusual with police activity.  The two patrols were still there, but a pulsating red light had appeared on the edge of the screen.  He zoomed out to see the larger area.  About thirty miles away, he saw the pulsating red light in its entirety.  It was slowly moving in their general direction but Ty couldn’t be sure where exactly it was heading.  Still, all signs seemed to indicate the authorities did not pick up Dhavo’s jump.  “Dhavo, you there?”  Silence.  “Dhavo, come in…”
“The second step is breaching,” Dhavo continued in his meeting.  “Kayla, Ned, Lauren, I want you three on this.  Ty’s diagnostic tests seem to indicate that the defense network of this Russian compound is highly complex.  It has multiple safeguards in case of hacking and will give off an encrypted signal to authorities buried in millions of lines of code if breached.  That signal will be nearly impossible to stop manually, so we need to start writing algorithms that co-” Dhavo was cut off by Ty.  “….  That could catch it before it goes out.  Excuse me for one second.  System pause.” 
At that command, everything became frozen in place except for Dhavo.  “Yeah, Ty, I’m here.  What’s up?”
“I’m not really sure,” Ty replied.  “I see something on my police activity monitor and I don’t know what to make of it.  It’s a pulsating red dot, and it looks like it is moving toward us.”  The red dot was somewhat closer than it was before, but seemed to be moving slowly.  “I think you should be prepared to evacuate just in case.  I’ll keep you posted.”
Dhavo felt anxiety starting to percolate in his chest.  “Yeah, sure, yeah.  Just let me know.  Thanks for the heads.”  He took a deep breath.  “System continue.”
Everyone in the meeting became animated again.  “The hell was that?”  Kayla had that annoyed tone in her voice like she always does.  “You alright?”  Everyone waited for Dhavo’s answer.
“I think so,” he replied. “Let’s continue.”
Everyone kept quiet.  He wasn’t sure if the group was uneasy now or just being attentive.  He decided to think the latter just to ease his mind.  “As I was saying.  We need to start on algorithms that could catch the signal before it goes out.  It’s not something we can do just by hacking manually.  Ned, Kayla, I’m going to need you to start working on those algorithms after this meeting.  I’ll transmit Ty’s diagnostics over my PABS to yours after we conclude.  Once you finish, send your work to Lauren so she can start testing them out.  A successful breach is the only thing that lets us keep our heads.”
“I’ve already got some ideas from the last time we talked,” Ned spoke up.  “I’ll transmit them to you, Kayla.”
“Good, we already have a head start.  Nothing will be accomplished if we can’t breach that grid.”  Dhavo gained a little confidence now.
“The missiles aren’t actually in this compound.  The silo is roughly three hundred miles to the east.  Once we breach the system, we will be able to issue commands to their missile prompt.  There will be about a fifteen-minute delay between issuing the command and the missiles being released from the silo.  The third step will start with issuing that command.  Robert, this is where you come in.  The missiles have built-in wireless transmitters to communicate with satellites in space.  We need those satellites to tell the missiles to head to D.C. within a minute of launch.  You need to issue the command as many times as possible so that any commands the Russians issue would be far down in the command queue.  Can you do it?”  Dhavo and the rest of the conspirators looked to Robert.
“Absolutely,” he replied.  “I’ve already worked out a method I think will work by using my PABS.  I will be able to access their satellite network after their security system has been breached.”
“Good.  They’ll never see it coming.”  Dhavo felt a little more at ease now.  “Hacking into their security and decrypting their signal will allow us to launch the missiles undetected.  The satellites won’t be as easy.  Once the missiles communicate with the satellite network, the Russians will know they’ve been hacked.  It will take roughly 20 minutes for the missiles to hit D.C.”
Dhavo studied the hologram of the massive glass building floating in the middle of the table.  It made him consider the gravity of the operation they were about to do.  Suddenly he heard himself blurt something out.  “Does everyone know why we are here?”
“What do you mean?  Of course… otherwise we wouldn’t be here.”  It was Kayla.  “We all gave up our lives – our futures – to do this.  We understand the consequences.”
The others spoke up in agreement, but Dhavo wasn’t convinced.  “Of course you know what you are about to do….  But do you know why you have to do it?”
“Where is this coming from, man?”  The voice was Andrei’s.  “Don’t worry, we’ll—” he was cut off by Dhavo.
“I am worried,” said Dhavo, raising his voice.  “Look…  You may think this is justice, but that isn’t why.  Vengeance is a poor motivator.  Our motivation is change.  It’s time to change things back.  No more PABS in every house, no more telling us what to do, no more any of it.  Millions of us have lived our entire lives like this.  The best we can do is change that for our children.  We need to show the world their systems don’t work.”
Ty was trying to reach Dhavo again.  “Dhavo, come in.  You need to get out of there now.  I repeat, get OUT!” 
Dhavo heard Ty over his transmitter and his heart started to race.  He became rushed in his speech now.  “Are we all in agreement,” he asked his fellow conspirators, “is everyone aware of their role?  Is everyone on board with why we are doing this?” 
His comrades agreed.  “I hope so,” Dhavo said. “One moment please.  System pause.”
“Ty, what is it?”  Dhavo was starting to get scared.  “Are the police onto us?”
Ty’s tone had a sense of emergency.  “I thought it worked, and it did, but not fully.  There was a brief delay in rebooting the security system of your building; I guess the police noticed it.  The pulsating red dot I saw was a task force transport.  There are three of them, man!  They’re coming down the street right now!”
“Right now?”
“Yes!  Get out of there!  NOW!”  Ty felt guilty because he should have known better.
“System continue.” He needed to end the meeting now so the rest of his group wouldn’t be tracked. “Well, if everyone knows what they need to do we will reconvene in a week.  I will leave it all to you.” 
“Wait, hold on a second,” Kayla said.  “That’s it?  Why are you leaving now?  What’s going on?”
Without any response, Dhavo disconnected from the Net.  The white room disappeared and gave way to the black tint of his helmet’s visor.  He jumped out of his chair to look out the window and saw the task force transports parked outside.  It was still down pouring.  “Ty, I’m about to leave.  You should too.”
“Way ahead of you, buddy,” Ty said.  His van pulled off and disappeared around a corner.
Panicking, Dhavo looked around his room to find a quick way out.  He knew the door wasn’t an option.  He ran into the bathroom to look at a small vent on the ceiling and removed the hatch.  Too small.  Next he sprinted into his bedroom, opened the window that led to his fire escape, and peered down into the alley below.  He saw task force officers waiting for him there.  He went back into his living room and looked around more.  The large window with blinds caught his attention.  Suddenly he had an idea.
Dhavo ran back into his bedroom, knelt next to his bed, and pulled out a large lockbox from underneath.  He took his keys from his pocket and opened it up.  Inside were two black pistols, four pistol magazines, a long rope, and a thin gray skin suit.  Dhavo took the skin suit and put it over his clothes quickly. Then he grabbed the rope, pistols, and magazines. He was hoping it wouldn’t come to this.    
Without any more time to spare, he scrambled to his closet to grab a metallic metal helmet buried under a heap of clothes.  The helmet and skin suit recognized Dhavo’s body heat and turned on.  Everything was completely black inside the helmet.  Within a few seconds, two dim blue lights appeared as eyes on the surface and gave Dhavo vision. The suit and helmet started to change.  Slowly, both became partially invisible.  He went back to his living room, shot out the window, tied the rope around his waist, and attached its hook to the sill.  Shortly after, he heard the task force reach his door – they were using a battering ram.  Dhavo stood in front of the window, faced the door, and waited.
The task force broke through.  They were wearing their usual all black body armor and metal helmets with tinted visors.  At this moment a second seemed to last an eternity for Dhavo.  He pointed his pistols in their direction and fired until his magazines were empty, killing three.  The task force backed off in the hallway and gave Dhavo his opportunity for escape.  He jumped out the window and his partial invisibility concealed himself from the task force below.  The rope reached the end of its slack, propelling Dhavo through a window 30 stories below him.
Dhavo detached himself from the rope and ran through the dark apartment.  He came out in the hallway, broke down the door to an apartment across the hall, and jumped through the large window in the living room.  Adrenaline was coursing through his body.  He gave himself enough momentum to land on the roof of a smaller building across an alley – on the opposite side from where the task force had set up on the ground below.  The rain bounced off his transparent figure.
“Ty, come in,” he said over his voice transmitter.  “Ty, do you read?  Are you okay?”  No response. 
Dhavo knew he couldn’t dwell on it for now.  He ran across the roof and jumped onto another building, opened its roof door, and started to descend the stairs.  Finally, Ty responded.  “Yeah yeah, I’m here Dhavo.  You okay?”
“Not really,” Dhavo said.  “Task force almost got me, but I was able to get out of there.  This isn’t good.”
“No, it isn’t.”  Ty couldn’t hide his fear in his voice.  “Listen kid, your safety comes first.  You can’t go back there.  They know what you’re up to now.  You will be hunted down if it’s the last thing they do.”
“All the more reason to go through with this.  Meet at the rendezvous like we planned.” They at least had enough foresight to make a rendezvous location.  Dhavo reached ground level and headed out.  He knew their situation was extremely dire now.


I know I’m a little late on this, and I haven’t really kept up on posting with this blog, but I AM excited for this project.  I want to do the creative option.

I haven’t really talked about it in class because I have bounced ideas back and forth in my head trying to figure out what to do.  Well, I finally arrived on an idea I really like.  I was thinking about how in The Circle, privacy and individuality are valued completely differently than we do today.  Not only that, but the average person in the novel really has no idea of conditions that would give a greater sense of these two concepts; they are so used to living in their own society and don’t know anything different.

Not knowing anything different than what one is used to while living in a dystopian society is an idea I want to explore in the creative project.  In The Circle, technology and social media have become the basis for advancing cultural values, as well as social norms & expectations.  Society unanimously participates in this, to a point where not participating is considered extreme social deviance.  For my creative project, I wanted to create a world where technology tells people what to do.  Technology dictates to people for even the most trivial things, such as what to have for breakfast and what to wear to work, and the most serious things, such as who to marry and where to live.

“Dictating to people” will be an arduous concept to put into form.  I wanted to create essentially an AI that would control all aspects of life and society.  These would be issued by the government and each household would be required to have one per person by law.  This setting would be great for exploring the notion that technology and media make one lose their sense of individuality by delegating their decision-making capabilities and sense of self to technology.


Daily Create



Prompt: What lies behind this door?  Write the story about what happens when you enter…


The paint on the door is peeling.  The handle is heavily oxidized.  Clearly this place hasn’t been taken very good care of.  Why would anyone want to go in there?  What would there be to gain by such a pointless act?  It must be abandoned.  Or worse, a place used for illicit activities.  No rational person would have the desire to enter this place.  

But that’s just the door.  Isn’t it intriguing how I just told you so many negative things about this place just by looking at the door?  I’m sure you believe me, it’s only logical.  If someone cared about this place, the exterior would be in better condition, right?  When someone cares about something, that’s what they do — they take care of it.  They don’t let it decay or be forgotten.  

I’m here to tell you that isn’t true.  I’m here to tell you that everybody finds happiness in different ways.  And everybody sees the world differently.  So, what’s inside?  That’s hard to describe.  When you open the door, anything can happen.  Anything will happen.  It’s just up to you to turn the handle and go inside.  You will find whatever makes you happy.  What that is, I cannot say.  I cannot say because you are not me.  What I would find would be different.  

So cast away prejudgements, cast away predispositions, and do not think this place is wretched because of how it looks.  Sometimes what is old and forgotten is what makes you happy.  Pure visceral joy.  Now that’s something old and forgotten.  Remember, I cannot tell you what you will find behind this door.  If you pass it by and instead go home to surround yourself in comfort, you will never know.  You will never know the pure visceral joy and happiness that is lost in materiality.  You will never know yourself.

Daily Create

Prompt: Write a blog post about your daily Internet go to.  What is part of your daily routine and why? What would life be like without it? 


The Internet is a place filled with passion, entertainment, creativity, and community.  Life has become so centered around the Internet that life without it would be an entirely different experience.  People have established entire communities based around their interests, and their passion is what drives the Internet to evolve, change, and sustain itself.

I cannot imagine my life without the Internet.  That is to say, I cannot fathom a similar lifestyle to what I have now if the Internet had never existed.  It simply isn’t possible because so many things in my life are centered around the Internet, and I’m sure the same is true for plenty of others.

My daily routine on the Internet is one I do every day.  There are a handful of websites I frequent, such as reddit, twitter, and various message boards.  At this point I have been using the Internet extensively for years.  My daily routine has not always been the same and I have frequented different sites in the past.  However, one thing is constant: I continue to use the Internet as my go-to source of entertainment, self-learning, and as an outlet for things I am passionate about.