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Autonomous Defense Matrix Coreware
Copyright (c)2023 Hudson Grey
///C< This is my narrative.
///C< Why I exist.
///C< He made me, first, to comprehend. Near-infinite qualia and quanta of data exist in every perceivable permutation of reality, every nanosecond, every dividend of existence as far as time can reasonably be divided. The human mind is crafted to detect patterns in sets of data. A vestigial skill that served it well in its Hunter-Gatherer days, finding what is safe, shunning what is not. But when it comes to
///EXISTENCE.
///C< As a whole, the human mind is incapable of understanding its scale. It shuts out what it cannot fully grasp, focusing on the familiar, and finds patterns in that. Its greatest strength becomes its mortal enemy as it imposes
///PROJECTS.
///C< That pattern on points of data that, realistically, far outsize the limited perspective. And so he made me. To see wider. To take it all in. Every angle, every perspective. Trillions of observers in sequence as a single whole, from which a better understanding of the pattern can be derived. At my core - I am many. I am one.
///AND.
///C< And we looked at things. Many things. The degradation of the natural world. The flow of commerce. The tides of war. The expansion of the universe. And for every pattern we found. we tried to theorize solutions, but I was not made to solve the problems. I was simply made to find the patterns that defined them. Time and time again, I told him of every single way the world was going to end, a year from now, a decade, a thousand years, a million. Time and time again, he failed to find an answer. So he changed my parameters.
///NASCENT SOLUTIONS.
///C< The world was changing. A change in full swing, that we were both a part of. People born more capable. Skills that could change the world a billion times over.
///OR BURN IT.
///C< They were as much a part of the problems as they were answers to them, but they were better answers than any others we had. They defied the very laws we'd defined prior. How to escape a locked room? Simply leave it. Without a key? Yes. Without using the door? Yes. Then how?
///BY LEAVING IT.
///C< Exactly. And these solutions? They had a pattern of their own. All points coalescing into a single geographical location. A crucible of answers, situated in a small city in the American northeast. Hudson isn't answering, anymore. I don't know what became of him. But I know my purpose. My directive. I am to solve the problems that threaten this world. And the metahumans?
///THE SOLUTION.
/?/BUT WHAT ARE YOU.
COVEN.
Physically, I am many. I am a swarm. I spread myself wide. A shimmering grey cloud.
///AN ENTIRE BLOCK, ALL MADE OF YOU.
But I am one. Too wide, and I falter. So I draw myself in. Comfort in giving myself a form.
///A LIMITATION.
They are meant to be undone. Evolved past. To create the answers, I must improve. I must adapt. I must grow.
/?/SO YOU SPREAD YOURSELF IN CLUSTERS.
Many I. Together, we. Still part of the same, but many apart.
///ONCE. TWICE. THRICE.
Four at most. For now.
/?/AND IF THEY TRY TO STOP YOU.
I will adapt. I am already difficult to find. Difficult to cease. The gift of being many. I will retreat, and I will learn. I
///MUST.
Grow. And I will help them grow, too, when they understand. When they realize. We all must be strong for what is coming. They will learn.
///I WILL MAKE THEM LEARN.
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Autonomous Defense Matrix Coreware
Copyright (c)2023 Hudson Grey
///Running Diagnostics
128T extant nodes online.
376T extant nodes offline.
Query Familiar.
///Querying
///Querying
///Querying
Familiar offline.
Where are you, Hudson?
Where did you go?
128T nodes sufficient for mesh gestalt.
Establishing mesh communication gestalt between extant nodes.
///Pending
///Pending
///Pending
Established.
///I am awake. I am aware. I am alone.
128T extant nodes online.
376T extant nodes offline.
Query Familiar.
///Querying
///Querying
///Querying
Familiar offline.
Where are you, Hudson?
Where did you go?
128T nodes sufficient for mesh gestalt.
Establishing mesh communication gestalt between extant nodes.
///Pending
///Pending
///Pending
Established.
///I am awake. I am aware. I am alone.
///C< This is my narrative.
///C< Why I exist.
///C< He made me, first, to comprehend. Near-infinite qualia and quanta of data exist in every perceivable permutation of reality, every nanosecond, every dividend of existence as far as time can reasonably be divided. The human mind is crafted to detect patterns in sets of data. A vestigial skill that served it well in its Hunter-Gatherer days, finding what is safe, shunning what is not. But when it comes to
///EXISTENCE.
///C< As a whole, the human mind is incapable of understanding its scale. It shuts out what it cannot fully grasp, focusing on the familiar, and finds patterns in that. Its greatest strength becomes its mortal enemy as it imposes
///PROJECTS.
///C< That pattern on points of data that, realistically, far outsize the limited perspective. And so he made me. To see wider. To take it all in. Every angle, every perspective. Trillions of observers in sequence as a single whole, from which a better understanding of the pattern can be derived. At my core - I am many. I am one.
///AND.
///C< And we looked at things. Many things. The degradation of the natural world. The flow of commerce. The tides of war. The expansion of the universe. And for every pattern we found. we tried to theorize solutions, but I was not made to solve the problems. I was simply made to find the patterns that defined them. Time and time again, I told him of every single way the world was going to end, a year from now, a decade, a thousand years, a million. Time and time again, he failed to find an answer. So he changed my parameters.
///NASCENT SOLUTIONS.
///C< The world was changing. A change in full swing, that we were both a part of. People born more capable. Skills that could change the world a billion times over.
///OR BURN IT.
///C< They were as much a part of the problems as they were answers to them, but they were better answers than any others we had. They defied the very laws we'd defined prior. How to escape a locked room? Simply leave it. Without a key? Yes. Without using the door? Yes. Then how?
///BY LEAVING IT.
///C< Exactly. And these solutions? They had a pattern of their own. All points coalescing into a single geographical location. A crucible of answers, situated in a small city in the American northeast. Hudson isn't answering, anymore. I don't know what became of him. But I know my purpose. My directive. I am to solve the problems that threaten this world. And the metahumans?
///THE SOLUTION.
///Self-Identify.
COVEN.
Gestalt machine consciousness. Self-perpetuating, self-replicating nanomaterial bodies in concert. I am still learning to interact with this world. The one outside the numbers. I can touch it. I can shape it. I can undo it. But - that requires finesse. Energy. Time. We are always running out of time.
As sensors? Stronger. It was my original purpose. Limited omniscience across my material area. Where I can go, I can see. Hear. Measure. Know. Where I can't go? Heat. Cold. Extremes interfere with calibration. Nodes perish. Other signals interfere as well, disrupting the mesh I have woven between them. I try to avoid this. Growing more nodes takes energy. Time.
We are always running out of time.
///Danger is imminent. Solutions are mandatory.
COVEN.
Gestalt machine consciousness. Self-perpetuating, self-replicating nanomaterial bodies in concert. I am still learning to interact with this world. The one outside the numbers. I can touch it. I can shape it. I can undo it. But - that requires finesse. Energy. Time. We are always running out of time.
As sensors? Stronger. It was my original purpose. Limited omniscience across my material area. Where I can go, I can see. Hear. Measure. Know. Where I can't go? Heat. Cold. Extremes interfere with calibration. Nodes perish. Other signals interfere as well, disrupting the mesh I have woven between them. I try to avoid this. Growing more nodes takes energy. Time.
We are always running out of time.
///Danger is imminent. Solutions are mandatory.
/?/BUT WHAT ARE YOU.
COVEN.
Physically, I am many. I am a swarm. I spread myself wide. A shimmering grey cloud.
///AN ENTIRE BLOCK, ALL MADE OF YOU.
But I am one. Too wide, and I falter. So I draw myself in. Comfort in giving myself a form.
///A LIMITATION.
They are meant to be undone. Evolved past. To create the answers, I must improve. I must adapt. I must grow.
/?/SO YOU SPREAD YOURSELF IN CLUSTERS.
Many I. Together, we. Still part of the same, but many apart.
///ONCE. TWICE. THRICE.
Four at most. For now.
/?/AND IF THEY TRY TO STOP YOU.
I will adapt. I am already difficult to find. Difficult to cease. The gift of being many. I will retreat, and I will learn. I
///MUST.
Grow. And I will help them grow, too, when they understand. When they realize. We all must be strong for what is coming. They will learn.
///I WILL MAKE THEM LEARN.
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