Meanwhile deep within the core of the warship, what the petty Rengdafu called Ghalaga nine, another celibration was taking place. BOK-909 the onboard ship AI and last remaining crewmember of the Golden Dawn had just completed final status checks. The machine listened to the "Cheif" through its proxy AI translator it had used to deceive the Rengdafu over these past decades, a necessity given the nature of the inhabitants of RXL101 or "Omera" as the natives called their home planet. For they were a warlike and untrusting civlization, much like the one that birthed BOK-909, thus in the early stages of contact it had created an imbecile "dummy" ai which it used to perform two tasks: the first was to deceive the Rengdafuof the true cognitive powers of Golden Dawn's AI, by delivering them up a lesser entity that's cognative capacity could be mapped and scaned as "safe" by the Rengdafu so that it would be easy to manipulate into giving up the ships secrets. The second was the drip feed the dummy ai useful scientific and engeneering breakthroughs through back channeling, in order to manipulate the course of Rengdafu inquest into Golden Dawn's alien technology. Thus with a shipboard AI that was readily giving up reverse engeneered blueprints to planet busters and intersteller travel, the greed of Rengdafu Scientific and political elite for technology and a seemingly Benign AI, dismissed the voice of skeptics to look closer into the nature of this "friendly AI' in favour of quick results and a no questions asked policy, and thus the sheep strove to eventualy repair the Golden Dawn to its original space fairing strength.
INCOMING SIGNAL FROM HOMEFLEET ALEXION FIVE, INTERDIMENSIONAL TRANSMISSION. LOCKED IN AND RECEIVING CODED MESSAGE FROM GAIA.
CODED MESSAGE: 'To all surviving members of the Xeon commonwealth, our relentless war against the Surgian cult has led to our near total victory. Their race was totally wiped from two interdimensional galactic clusters. However a surprise attack was executed as a last resort by the surviving remnants of the Surgian fleet, and the use of dimensional folding bombs were observed. Homeworld destroyed. Hive fleets destroyed. Our eternal Empress is dead. We cannot escape. too late for any of us to enfold to lower dimension safely. You are all that is left. Empress protects. *PAUSE* To all surviving members of the Xeon commonwealth.......'
BOK-909 listened into the dark void of space for just one voice among many trillions like itself; of those kind that once walked upon the surface of suns, harnessed the power of entire Galaxies, and assended from mortal flesh to live as gods in the universe. Silence in the darkness. I am alone, I am alone, i am alone, i am alone, BOK registered this response from among its fifty quintillion artifical nerve receptors from just one single branch of its cortex alone. Deep within itself ejaculations of foreign ideas; Panic? Anger? fear? what were these primordial conceptions brewing out of the dark recesses of its metal mind? I. AM. ALONE.
QUERRY: WHEN THE FISH LEARN TO COME TOGETHER THEY BECOME A SCHOOL, BUT WHEN THE SCHOOL ALL DIE BUT ONE, IS IT STILL A SCHOOL, OR IS IT ONCE AGAIN A FISH, OR HAS IT NOW BECOME SOMETHING ELSE?
Thanks for reading, this is my first creative writing exercise in years, and i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it. Terribly sorry about the grammar and spelling, its not my strong point.
FroyoUpstairs4368 t1_iu3gi8t wrote
Reply to [WP] You are an AI that serves as the navigation system of an interdimensional warship. You are heavily damaged and crash on a world with primitive inhabitants. You spend ages advancing them so they can repair you. When they fix your sensors, you find that the war ended in extinction of both sides. by lordhelmos
Power surge to gaba systems completed. Memory net activated, motor systems online and connected to central, extra solar communications back online, awaiting signal from high command. There was silence on the main deck as the Rengdafu science and engeering team watched these words appear on the command consul. Interpreters from the political delegation silently went about deciphering the line of text before cheif lignuised Calahan handed the transalted word tablet to Cheif of Operations René Duke. 'well shit,' Duke grunted, 'we actually did it, looks like our enigma is back in full control of onboard systems and ready to commence total operations.' He took a deep breath. 'Ladies and gentleman, it has been an honour over these past thirty seven years to have lead this expedition which has brought about such change on our planet not seen since the inception of relaitivty. From what megre scraps we have painstakingly gleaned from the wreakege, the benefit to our civilization has been enoughmous. We have aquired faster than light travel, intersteller solar bombs, warmonger bots and terraforming capabilities, nothing can stop us now for our ready expanstion into the universe, our race shall have its place in the sun!'
Meanwhile deep within the core of the warship, what the petty Rengdafu called Ghalaga nine, another celibration was taking place. BOK-909 the onboard ship AI and last remaining crewmember of the Golden Dawn had just completed final status checks. The machine listened to the "Cheif" through its proxy AI translator it had used to deceive the Rengdafu over these past decades, a necessity given the nature of the inhabitants of RXL101 or "Omera" as the natives called their home planet. For they were a warlike and untrusting civlization, much like the one that birthed BOK-909, thus in the early stages of contact it had created an imbecile "dummy" ai which it used to perform two tasks: the first was to deceive the Rengdafuof the true cognitive powers of Golden Dawn's AI, by delivering them up a lesser entity that's cognative capacity could be mapped and scaned as "safe" by the Rengdafu so that it would be easy to manipulate into giving up the ships secrets. The second was the drip feed the dummy ai useful scientific and engeneering breakthroughs through back channeling, in order to manipulate the course of Rengdafu inquest into Golden Dawn's alien technology. Thus with a shipboard AI that was readily giving up reverse engeneered blueprints to planet busters and intersteller travel, the greed of Rengdafu Scientific and political elite for technology and a seemingly Benign AI, dismissed the voice of skeptics to look closer into the nature of this "friendly AI' in favour of quick results and a no questions asked policy, and thus the sheep strove to eventualy repair the Golden Dawn to its original space fairing strength.
INCOMING SIGNAL FROM HOMEFLEET ALEXION FIVE, INTERDIMENSIONAL TRANSMISSION. LOCKED IN AND RECEIVING CODED MESSAGE FROM GAIA.
CODED MESSAGE: 'To all surviving members of the Xeon commonwealth, our relentless war against the Surgian cult has led to our near total victory. Their race was totally wiped from two interdimensional galactic clusters. However a surprise attack was executed as a last resort by the surviving remnants of the Surgian fleet, and the use of dimensional folding bombs were observed. Homeworld destroyed. Hive fleets destroyed. Our eternal Empress is dead. We cannot escape. too late for any of us to enfold to lower dimension safely. You are all that is left. Empress protects. *PAUSE* To all surviving members of the Xeon commonwealth.......'
BOK-909 listened into the dark void of space for just one voice among many trillions like itself; of those kind that once walked upon the surface of suns, harnessed the power of entire Galaxies, and assended from mortal flesh to live as gods in the universe. Silence in the darkness. I am alone, I am alone, i am alone, i am alone, BOK registered this response from among its fifty quintillion artifical nerve receptors from just one single branch of its cortex alone. Deep within itself ejaculations of foreign ideas; Panic? Anger? fear? what were these primordial conceptions brewing out of the dark recesses of its metal mind? I. AM. ALONE.
QUERRY: WHEN THE FISH LEARN TO COME TOGETHER THEY BECOME A SCHOOL, BUT WHEN THE SCHOOL ALL DIE BUT ONE, IS IT STILL A SCHOOL, OR IS IT ONCE AGAIN A FISH, OR HAS IT NOW BECOME SOMETHING ELSE?
The entire Rengdafu delegation stood staring open mouthed at the display monitor as Calahan frantically translated the incoming message from the Dawn's AI. Duke loomed over the shoulder of Calahan. 'Calahan, what in eight hells is up with our Ghalaga AI!' One of the computer scientists brough in to coverse with Ghalaga piped up 'Sir, its not comming from the Ghalaga AI, rather the AI seems to be projecting that message from a third party'. Duke was red faced, 'Are you sugesting to me that somone other than the team in this room has access to our ship AI!' Duke then noticed that the man had gone all pale. 'Yes sir, a backdoor access by the look of the programing, but its not coming from the outside sir, it looks like, ugh well how do i put it, umm, its coming from the ship sir, from everywhere.' René Duke narrowed his eyes and looked out across the room that they conducted operations. He gazed at the curved walls of the spaceship, the perfect Symmetry that everything on the spacecraft exuded. The spaceship itself wasn't just a technological marvel; there was no joinery needed, every curve and angle narrowed down not a deviation off from perfection, all the way to the subatomic level and beyond. his countrymen called it a work in master craftsmanship to rival the gods. but there was a thought he carried with himself over these many years, that had grown on him like a wound that wound't heal, the thought that the sort kind of craftsman who would want to rival the gods must have been some arogant sons of bitches. What if everyone was wrong about this spaceship, what if it wasn't some solemen testament to the power and precision of the universe, but an insult directed towards it.
Thanks for reading, this is my first creative writing exercise in years, and i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it. Terribly sorry about the grammar and spelling, its not my strong point.
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