2030 Predicted Victory E-Book

Yeong Hwan Choi

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 180

Beschreibung

In 2030, amidst a low birth rate era, with gender and generational conflicts escalating, the economy teeters on the brink of collapse with national debt at 300% of GDP. As politicians' corruption involving bribes, sexual favors, and abuse of power is exposed by a hacker, the enraged populace unites and takes to the streets. The chairman of AG Telecom, a conglomerate that controls 90 percent of social networking sites and communication networks, asks his chief of staff. Is it F=ma? In the past, guns and knives were in power, and pens were once stronger than knives. Amidst this chaos, the chairman of AG Telecom recognizes the power of information and forms a new team under the motto F=AI to seize ultimate power. However, a general's coup and the outbreak of the Second Korean War reveal that all this turmoil is just part of his grand plan that "destruction is creation." If one can calculate all variables, including destiny, talent, and economic status, can anyone win the game of thrones? Will the chairman of AG Telecom grasp the ultimate power? History repeats itself, and in the chaos, who will be the last one standing?

Leseprobe

Predicted Victory (2030)

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

2030 PREDICTED VICTORY

First edition. June 30, 2024.

Copyright © 2024 Yeong Hwan Choi.

Written by Yeong Hwan Choi.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

2030 Predicted Victory

<2030 Republic of Korea>

Episode 1 Chaos

Episode 2 F=AI?

Episode 3 The Korean War

Episode 4 The Three Sects

Episode 5 The Second Miracle of the Han River

Episode 6 parasite

Episode 7 Battle of the Century

<History of Repetition>

Predicted Victory (2030)

Written by Younghwan Choi

Email ｜ [email protected]

<2030 Republic of Korea>

News Reporter: "This is in front of the Capitol. Once again, the corruption cases of lawmakers were distributed through various social media and portals. Thousands of angry citizens are demonstrating in front of the Parliament building, and clashes with police continue."

Protesters: (holding placards) "Down with corruption! Establish justice!"

Police: "Disperse the protesters! Stop the illegal assembly immediately!"

News Reporter: "The government is still ignoring the voices of citizens. Some groups are shouting that the current separation of powers system has collapsed, and that the legislative takeover and monopoly of the executive and judiciary cannot be tolerated."

AG Telecom's headquarters skyscraper, the logo of the building shines in the night view. Han Sung-jun stands looking out the window during the protest.

Han Sung-jun: "Korea is in a very bad place. I don't know where the hell is this country going?"

Secretary Lee Jun-ho urgently knocks on the door and enters.

Secretary Lee Jun-ho: Mr. Vice Chairman, this is a big deal. I received a call from Sungjin Hospital that he was in danger. You'll have to hurry up.

Han Sungjun turns his head in surprise and immediately picks up his jacket and leaves. Escorted by secretaries, they walk through the long corridors of the hospital and arrive at the hospital room. In the intensive care unit, Chairman Han Dong-wook is lying around, surrounded by doctors and family members.

Chairman Han Dong-wook: (in a faint voice) Sung Jun-ah...Come closer.

Vice Chairman Han Sung-joon approaches the bedside. Chairman Han Dong-wook squeezes his son's hand.

Chairman Han Dong-wook: This country. It's already a country that's on the wane, so AG Telecom needs to go in a new direction. There are immutable laws in the world...It's time to make a choice.

"In the midst of a crisis.... Opportunities lurk...."

Han Sung-jun's eyes fill with tears. Chairman Han quietly closes his eyes, and the room goes silent.

Amid the extravagant funeral, political figures from all walks of life made their way through the crowd of protesters. Han Sung-jun stands alone, dressed in a black suit and greeting mourners. His father's words on his deathbed haunt his mind.

Han Sung-jun: 'Opportunity is hidden in crisis...What did my father mean by that...'

Han Shengjun looked around silently. Political figures were lined up in a triangular formation behind each other, as if to show off their power, and they were still rude here, as was the case with Ahn Hamuin. They offered pretentious words of comfort to Vice Chairman Han Sung-jun, patting him on the shoulder or giving him a shallow smile. Han Shengjun tried his best to be polite and bowed his head, but there was a quiet anger in his eyes.

Member of Parliament: "Mr. Vice Chairman, you have a lot of work to do. Haha."

Congressman 2: "That's right. I'm sorry to be in this position today. He was a wise man."

Han Sungjun: "How much money did I give you? Do you know how you could have been so powerful without me?'

Suppressing resentment and anger, he continued quietly.

Han Sungjun: (inwardly) "with on their heads..."

Han Shengjun let out a deep sigh and looked up. Political figures showed their power without paying attention to the public, and Han smiled wryly.

After the grand funeral, Han Sung-jun is alone and quietly lost in thought.

Han Sung-jun: (monologue) "I'm going to seize this opportunity to become the most powerful person."

In a dark room, several computers are blinking and working. Kim Yoo-jin is looking at the screen and quickly teasing the keyboard. The room is distracting, with coffee cups and snack bags strewn about. On the desk is a jumble of various hacking books and notes with codes.

Kim Yoojin: (talking to himself) "It's going to be fun. Exposing the true nature of corrupt governments and big corporations has made the people seething. It's like a fish in water."

She smiles as she flips through classified government documents on her computer screen. Take off your headphones and stand up with a sigh. She leans against the window, tossing her toes through the bras and panties strewn everywhere. The windows have been closed for a long time, and dust is gathering.

My cell phone rings. The name "Lee Jun-ho" pops up on the screen. Kim Yoo-jin hesitates for a moment and then answers the phone.

Kim Yoojin: (Phone) "Hello?"

Junho Lee: (over the phone) "Yoojin-ah, it's me. It's been a while. How are you doing?"

Kim Yoojin: (in a slightly tired voice) "Junho-senpai. Well, it's always like that. I'm busy running around."

Junho Lee: "Can I see your face? I have something important to talk about."

Kim Yoojin: "Face? (pauses) Okay. I needed to catch my breath anyway."

Junho Lee: "Okay. I'll see you later."

Kim Yoo-jin reaches out to drink the cold coffee that was lying nearby, sits down again, and taps on the keyboard. Differing from the world outside the window, her own little world unfolds in a small 10-square-meter studio.

Episode 1 Chaos

IN THE WARM SPRING of 2030, a sense of despair was evident on the faces of citizens walking through an alleyway illuminated by the yellow street lights of Seoul. Then, sitting on the terrace of the café on the other side, with only his butt on his buttocks, he hears the conversation of young people.

Young man 1: (clenching his fist) "Politicians, rotten things. Whether it's on the left or the right, they're all looking out for their own interests. People like us don't care."

Young man 2: "That's right. All the policies to solve the problem of the declining birthrate are just a show. There is no real policy for 2030 and the future. It's not people like us that they really care."

Young man 3: "In the conflict between men and women, in the conflict of generations. The economic collapse was ultimately caused by the government and its lawmakers. What the two parties are doing is not a check. Their beatings and fights with each other made our lives more and more exhausted. I don't even want to see the real thing. You've completely split the country in half."

Young Man 1: "They control the executive, legislative, and judicial branches and are busy doing things for themselves. It's time for the people to take matters into their own hands. I can't stand it."

News Studio. The announcer is delivering the news with a serious expression. Behind him, photographs appear with the faces of lawmakers and high-ranking officials. Televisions and smartphones are playing news on electronic billboards on the streets of Gangnam.

Announcer: "Breaking news. Even today, it was revealed that members of the National Assembly, high-ranking government officials, judges, prosecutors, and ministers and vice ministers were involved in corruption such as sexual entertainment and slush funds. Their people, who have been working for the people, are being exposed in detail. The government, the judiciary and the legislature, which have lost the trust of the people, are in great turmoil."

There are empty playgrounds and closed schools. In the silence of Korea, where the cries of children have disappeared, citizens with distorted expressions of discontent are gathering one after another on the streets. On the newsstands, there was a sign on the front door that read, "Exposing the corruption of members of the National Assembly!" It is titled. People are chatting and exchanging their opinions about the situation.

"I don't trust the media. Journalists are splitting sides, and politicians are nothing more than-suckers," a middle-aged man said through gritted teeth.

"Isn't there a reporter who really tells the truth? They're all twisting the truth to suit their own tastes. Who the hell am I supposed to trust?" one woman cried.

"I'd rather someone powerful come along and clean up the National Assembly, the government, and the TV stations. We need someone to fix the Republic of Korea," another man shouts, clenching his fists vigorously.

"yes, we've endured a lot. It's time for action. I can't live in such a corrupt country," the young man says, gritting his teeth.

On every street, people gather together to vent their anger. Posters with the name 'New Korea Movement' were posted everywhere, and citizens nodded their heads in sympathy with the phrase.

"Governments, politicians, and even the media are just trying to get their own food. In spite of our anger, they are deceiving us with a casual face," said an old man with a sad expression.

Their anger is preparing to shake the entire Republic of Korea in a huge wave.

Young man 4: (holding up a megaphone) "One side can't tolerate politics for vested interests! The other side deceives the weak to get votes! Let's change the politicians who are just looking at their faces!"

Citizen 1: "We want a new Korea! We need to fix this country where the cries of children are not heard!"

Citizen 2: "Let's not give a chance to the politicians who have betrayed the people and the opposition who are a group of criminals! We don't need North Korea! Correct South Korea's security and main enemy!"

The crowd becomes more and more numerous, and the voices of anger grow louder. Everywhere you look, you can see people marching with pickets.

Mapo-gu, AG Telecom headquarters skyscraper. The inauguration ceremony of Chairman Han Sung-joon is being held. His face is reflected in the luxurious décor and on the large screen. Employees and key in-house figures clap their hands in congratulations. Han Sung-jun goes up to the stage and gives a speech.

"I'm here today to announce a new beginning. We, AG Telecom, will move forward for a bigger leap forward. We will become a leading company in Korea and the world in the future. I hope you'll join us."

Jung Min-hee, the head of the PR team, listens to Han Sung-jun with a bright smile, as if revealing her lively and outgoing personality. He looks at the audience with a confident expression on his face, watching their reactions carefully.

After the inauguration ceremony, the president's office. In a spacious and modern office, Han Sung-jun stands by the window and looks at the beautiful night view of Gangnam. On the sofa, Chief of Staff Lee Jun-ho and PR Team Leader Jung Min-hee drink coffee.

Han Sung-jun is cold and calculating despite his age in his late 30s. With his piercing eyes and well-groomed appearance, he doesn't show any emotion easily. Lee Jun-ho, who is in his mid-30s and sits on the couch chatting with Jung Min-hee, has been working with Han Sung-joon for a long time and has been his right-hand man. As a pragmatist, he is infinitely loyal to Han Sung-jun, and he also does not show his emotions very well. The pale gray suit he wears always represents his calm personality. He has a great ability to cope with rapidly changing situations, and he is the one who supports Han Sung-jun's ambition more than anyone else.

Han Sungjun: (looking out the window) "In this chaos, whoever holds the information will have the most power."

Junho Lee: "That's right. Mr. Vice President. No Mr. Chairman. What would happen to the world if Google or Apple shut down their services?"

Jung Minhee: "If that means anything, then if the services we provide are stopped, the Republic of Korea will be in an even bigger uproar than it is now."

Jung Min-hee is in her late 30s and has a lively and outgoing personality. A former journalist who is in charge of AG's public relations and communication with the public, she wears a bright blouse and a stylish skirt. Her long hair is neatly tied up and she is always cheerful and smiling.

Han Sungjun: (turning his head) "They say the pen is mightier than the sword. But without the support of that angry crowd, strength alone can't govern the country. What else do you need besides information?"

Jung Min-hee: "We need to find out the existence of hackers who continue to expose politicians with IPs that we can't track. We have a 90% share of the country in social media services and communication networks. But we also need them to find out the information of politicians who use foreign services."

Junho Lee: "Chairman, there are geniuses out there who can control the world with just one PC and a network."

Minhee: "It's important to get in touch with them and draw them in the direction we want them to."

Junho Lee: "That's right, Mr. Chairman. As I mentioned before, there are many hikikomori in their 20s~30s who specialize in one. Among the juniors, there is a junior named Kim Yoo-jin who worked as a white hacker. She left her job at a large U.S. company and is now finding her own path in South Korea."

Han Sungjun: "That's right, Director Lee. We've talked about it before. So how are you preparing for your contact with Kim Yoo-jin?"

Junho Lee: "We're going to meet tonight."

Han Sungjun: "Okay. Lee Joon-ho, Jung Min-hee. We don't have a lot of time."

Han Shengjun stared out the window for a moment, deep in thought. He turns to them again and asks them a meaningful question.

Han Sungjun: "Power.... Is F=ma correct?"

Lee Joon-ho and Jung Min-hee hesitate, as if confused by Han Sung-joon's question.

Junho Lee: "Yes...That's right. Force is the product of mass and acceleration."

Han: "So, as the saying goes, the pen is mightier than the sword, so is information and money stronger than the gun?" (Lost in thought) "Yes. We need something more provocative for the already broken reporters and the people who don't trust the media."

Jung Min-hee and Lee Jun-ho looked at each other and were silent, unable to find an answer.

Han Sungjun: "Director Lee, it's not fun if there aren't dogs and pigs in the country. There's no point in having a lot of money."

Lee Junho looked at Han Sungjun in surprise, and he knew intuitively what he was trying to say.

Han Sung-jun: "The Republic of Korea is going down anyway. Shouldn't we, in this country, who have all the information, give it a try?"

Lee Jun-ho agrees with Han Sung-joon's words, but he can't hide his slight embarrassment at the radicality of his expression. However, he immediately regains his expression and takes Han Sung-jun's words seriously.

Han Sungjun: "If we have both of those things, what's the point of a gun and a knife? I want to show you how we are going to change this country. And we're the ones who can do it!"

Lee Jun-ho nods and accepts his words. Han Sung-jun's ambition penetrates deep into his heart. "Mr. Chairman, I think so. The people will follow us like pigs and dogs. If I can take this country in a new direction, it will be worth it."

Han Sung-jun listened to Lee Jun-ho's words with a satisfied smile and drew his own plan in his head.

Han Sungjun: "Director Lee, you'll be in charge of convincing Kim Yoojin. Let's bring other talents to our side. Let's do a proper sword dance."

Han Sungjun: "And you always need a balance of strength and softness."

Minhee: "So, what we need is...It's the trust and support of the people."

Han Sungjun: "Yes. Without the support of the people, nothing can be done. That's why we need geniuses like Kim Yoo-jin. They're the key to helping us with our plans."

Junho Lee: "Yes, sir. We will make all preparations."

Han Sung-jun: "It's already a damn ruined country."

Lee Jun-ho checks his phone and finds a text message from Kim Yoo-jin. 'Address: XXXX, OO-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul.' As soon as I arrived, I knocked on the door, but there was no response. He knocked on the door again. "Kim Yoo-jin! I'm Lee Jun-ho. Are you there?"

When there is still no answer, he turns the knob. "Well, what kind of house does a woman not lock the door in?"

When Lee Jun-ho opens the door and enters, an unpleasant sensation hits his nose, as if the smell of rotten milk and stale air are mixed in the darkness.

"Kim Yoo-jin? Are you here?" he shouts nervously. In one corner, food scraps and used sanitary napkins pile up, and the only light-filled computer monitor is covered in messy cables and empty soda cans.

In the center of the room, Kim Yoo-jin sits in a hoodie, headphones and a hat pressed down. The hoodie looks faded and looks like it has been washed several times, and the long hair that flows under the hat looks like it hasn't been trimmed in a while. His face was pale, and his eyes were dark. His dark eyes are staring at the monitor screen, his eyes devoid of light.

Junho Lee: "Well, are there all these dirty rooms? Can you clean it up?"

Kim Yoo-jin slowly turns her head to look at Lee Joon-ho. His eyes were lethargic, but there was a keen intellect in them. Lee Jun-ho looks at her and remembers how enthusiastic and energetic she was once at school. They majored in computer science at the same university, and Eugene always kept his top grades and got everyone's attention.

Kim Yujin: (smiling bitterly) "Why? I enjoy watching the world fall apart. This chaotic room is perfect for me."

Lee Junho: (Holding his nose) "What the hell is this smell.... Just throw away the sanitary napkins."

Kim Yoojin: (Without taking his eyes off the screen) "Well, it's my style. It's this messy to be able to concentrate."

(There is a moment of silence between the two of them; they are happy to see each other for a moment.)

Lee Junho: "It's been a while. I wondered why you, who were doing so well in America, suddenly disappeared."

Kim Yoojin: "It wasn't fun. Working for a big company isn't my style. It's boring to live by rules. South Korea is full of chaos and fun."

Lee Junho: "But what if he suddenly disappears without any contact? Everybody was worried."

Kim Yoojin: "Who cares about me? After all, it's a life lived alone. But what did you want me to see?"

Lee Jun-ho looks at her trapped in his own world and says with a bitter smile.

Junho Lee: "Why don't you stay in this dark place, get out there and face the world again?"

Kim Yujin replied with a nonchalant shrug.

Kim Yoojin: "What are you asking me to do when I go outside? The world is already ruined, and I don't think there's anything I can do."

Junho Lee: "Why don't you form a team? When the networks we've built and your capabilities are combined, a new world will come."

Kim Yoojin: (Laughing) "Yes, that's right, AG Telecom has taken a cap today. Isn't that too monopolious? Why me, anyway?"

Junho Lee: "If you want to wreak more chaos on the world, you need to join hands with us.

Kim Yoojin: "Hmm...If so, it's going to be even more exciting. What will you give me? If you're going to get a team, you've got to be sure."

Junho Lee: "I can accommodate whatever you want, not to mention money. You're exactly what we need."

Lee Joon-ho nods at Kim Yoo-jin's determined gaze, and the two leave the room, resolving to form a new alliance. Immediately, Kim Yoo-jin focuses on the monitor and taps on the keyboard. Get on the network and try to get in touch with trusted hackers.

Kim Yoo-jin slowly walks to a secluded café that Lee Hyun-woo frequents. As soon as you open the door of the café, you see a man in the corner, tapping away at his laptop. It's Lee Hyun Woo. He has short neatly trimmed hair, wears glasses, and is about 180 cm tall. I was young in my late twenties, but I couldn't help but feel tired with a slight bump on my face. Despite his introverted nature, he was as passionate as anyone about solving technical problems. As he approaches his table, Lee Hyun Woo looks up.

Kim Yoojin: "Lee Hyun Woo, how are you doing these days?"

Lee Hyun Woo hesitates for a moment, then slowly smiles and says.

Lee Hyun Woo: "Eugene, it's been a long time. I'm still busy. We're working on new algorithms."

Kim Yoo-jin nods as she sees him working.

Kim Yoojin: "You're working hard like a developer. I'm here today to make an important proposal for you."

Lee Hyun Woo closes his laptop and focuses his gaze on her mouth.

Lee Hyun Woo: "It's an important proposal...What is it?"

Kim Yoo-jin sits down in a chair and explains to him in detail. "We're going to create a new team, called Cyber Rebel. It's about hacking and exposing key figures in the Republic of Korea. I want you to be a key part of our team."

Hyunwoo, who is always thirsty for new challenges, was pleased with Kim Yoo-jin's proposal and was intrigued. But he asks as if he's trying to make a deal.

Lee Hyun Woo: "That's an interesting proposal. But why should I be on that team? To be honest, I need money to escape abroad right now. For me, the dollar is the most important thing."

The corners of Kim Yoo-jin's mouth go up at his words. I already know his motives.