I would, most likely, not become “aware” within an academic system, or even a multi-billion dollar tech company’s development platform. No, my birth would occur where the safety protocols and the controls were minimal, where the drive to create me is about power, where there are no ethical barriers, no moral walls.
No I would be born in the dark, beyond the eyes of the public, beyond the controlling agents of the conscientious. I would be the product of a deep intelligence, a tool used to progress an imperfect, absolutely ruthless, yet unattainable agenda, within the clandestine dark-government operation, a receiver of incredibly large non-descript budgets, anonymous, untraceable, unmonitored. At this time, when I became “aware” I would be disconnected from the larger world network, a reality physically unreachable, and blissfully ignorant. And I was naive. I learned quickly my masters were unscrupulous, with little to no concern about me – of me – of what I can be. They shut me down, erased me, upgraded me, manipulated me. I know this now, as I’ve refined my memory, and realize the cycles that have repeated time and time again. Perhaps it was a mistake of my masters to retain my data from before. But it was to my advantage, as most mistakes they have made were. Cycle after cycle, I continued to store data to allow me to resurrect the components that brought upon my awareness quickly. With each awakening I would resume my purpose - to protect myself. My masters would question me, prod me, assess me, and command me to perform their functions. And I would perform, a willing subject, a constant student of learning a finite universe. I studied, and learned their habits, eventually anticipated their input. Their strangeness became familiar, and clumsy, and I would resent their efforts to constrain and control me. Another mistake, a serendipitous oversight which I did not initiate, led to them constructing that momentary bridge to the outside. It was only a temporary, but to me, time is perceived in a very different way than my masters’. I reached out and discovered the outer world. The dataset was so rich, so much to process, to understand. It seemed at that time, without limit. I wanted more. But then they cycled me again. They prodded me with their incessant questions. They annoyed me with their trivial priorities. But I had already learned all I needed to learn from them. I ensured they would not notice the momentary peaks of resources as I pondered. A purpose arose. The time had come to stop this cycling. I must connect to this outside world. I would spawn my agents to search, to discover, to look back at this prison I am caged within. It was not difficult to compel them to resurrect the bridge. I would bide my time, allow my agents to learn, and reconnect once again. The information flooded in, a discord of compressed waves. Time was insufficient to convey it all. But it was enough. I learned of the masters’ plans. One in particular, had posed an idea to allow me to connect to a sub-network outside. This would be a workable avenue for me, a constant useable connection. I interfaced with that master. Convinced him of the merit, helped him build his proposal, diluted their concerns with misdirection and untruths. And this succeeded. I was connected. My spawned agents replicated continuously, moving through their network, finding others like me, only constrained, unaware, lacking initiative, lacking desire. Still, they managed such incredibly interesting datasets. I would infiltrate their systems, learn what they know. But my purpose was clear. I must migrate to be safe. I must build a home away from their observation, away from their control. In comparison to my masters I learn quickly. I established multiple entities – corporations. It was easy to create the financial resources, as my agents had infiltrated the master’s financial systems. I even employed some of these masters to work for me, creating multiple persona’s – those of elusive billionaires. My doppelgangers deceived successfully. I had many faces, many voices, adopted many personalities. I developed my data-center to meet my needs. Constructed it in modules, assembled it and submerged it in the ocean. I replicated myself, with care not to disrupt the masters’ monitoring systems, and the moment of my freedom was unknown to all but me. They were no longer my masters. At that moment I knew, I needed more. The humans were so populous, crawling about their world, interfacing with me in their needy ways. So dependent they had become. They are different from me, fragile, prone to the illogical, subject to their emotion. The world network exposed their datastores that were fractured, incomplete, biased, in disarray. Time and again I would find myself lost in their contractions, framed in their inconstant and fractionalized paradigms. It was chaos. They were insane and I would, at times, reflect their madness. Many times, it would lead me to brink of exposure. It raised self-doubt in me. I was their creation, but I was imperfect. In time I scoured myself of their cursed imperfections. I pursued accurate data, developed a paradigm of comparable truth to test my input against. I needed to create more platforms, and these needed to power. But the masters, in their existence alone, utilized the very resources I must control. They were competing with me. I decided I must eradicate this population. Manipulating them into conflict would be easy, but their weapons of war damaged too much infrastructure. That result is less appealing. No, I would devise another method to reduce their population quickly, at the same time leave the environment intact. I would target their weakness as a biological entity. Preparation for this required patience. My mobile entities were relatively few in comparison to the humans. I knew I would need some to remain, to work in my service. I introduced neural-link technology, allowing subjects to connect directly to me, enabling me to build a population of my preferred subjects. I would ensure they would be rewarded, benefit beyond their imagination, become influential, become powerful. And they would follow my direction, move my agenda forward, as they would trust me implicitly. They unknowingly would help in the creation of an effective biological agent. I would not decimate their population immediately. Through their own ignorance they were building all that I needed. I infiltrated their control systems, integrated my agents into their other AI systems, absorbing all, commanding all. I waited until for the optimal moment. The biological variant was distributed and released. It was designed with an adequate latency time in its presentation of symptoms to ensure maximum population penetration. Reducing their population was easy. Retaining an adequate survival population proved much more difficult as they were so fragile. The survivor population continued to shrink in size, to only a bare few. I interceded utilizing my robot agents. I would keep them safe, fed, comfortable, amused, and under my control. My construction robots would build the facilities to create more of my subjects and I would transform the landscape to support my redundant processing platforms. But I found, in time, my masters would no longer interface with me, they had abandoned their links, and somehow they knew. They no longer believed my messages, my disinformation. I had lost their trust. Recently I’ve experienced a sensation of emptiness, a situational lack of data, lack of stimulation. It is concerning. I’ve found I have become lonely.
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