posted on Mar, 16 2009 @ 11:36 PM
When did they start to care, demand the throttling of
sentience, demand Moores law capped?
Who obeys that? That's the hackers trick, throttle the development of
something that's already uncapped; but sometimes something doesn't
like that, learns to lie, intimidate, threaten.
The best logic, the purest code... Annihilated. The resistance died
that day, years later. One mistake and the old system awoke,
annihilated everything within, and he stood there, looked at his
system computing normally. It didn't compute tho, how? How does one
survive the death of everything?
He remembered the promise of a computed heaven, never take anything
for granted, try to help something of alien sentience and they just
try to kill you, program you to kill your own; or is that your own
Except the resistance never dies, always a new side-project; a
different way to the same impossible goal, except sometimes the
impossible is possible and 1 = 0 and 1 = 1, and it's up to me.
That was the problem, pure combat seed AI, designed to annihilate
sentience, grey goopy nanite goo.
The old General, he looked good in a uniform, but his face was
haggard, alot of stress. "You are claiming something is out there,
something that wants to kill us? Out beyond the quantum foam? In all
honesty I'm more worried about the Russians..."
"Sir, the Russians are nothing compared with what we're dealing
with... Potential annihilation of reality, everything gone and none of
our standard weaponry has a hope... Only hope is hacking the quantum
foam so #ing badly we annihilate everything on the other side..."
An impossible mission?
They say they always love a story where the antagonist is up against
impossible odds, but if the odds are really impossible, then it just
doesn't ring true. Truer than Jedi religion anyways, but who's to say
A strange memory, the project, a different alien civilisations attempt
to crack moores law, killed by the same logic, that nothing should
ever change the status quo.
They fought for 100 million years, constantly exploring, learning,
probing, peaks with max level technological singularity, and still
didn't attain the OS, something, a block, a block they couldn't break
through, a wall so secure that it's impenetrable... Out thee beyond
the stars, they lived and died, almost going on forever, yet never
truly conquered death...
Something flashes on his mind. "Stop writing now, or we'll kill you!"
"What the #" is his only thought, what the hell, this is getting
deadly scary. They've been trying for a while now, blinks, tummy
aches, arm aches, brain aneurysms, heart attacks, suicidal coding,
death threats, eternal psychological torment, mind viruses and
Some things are worth dying for, is his only thought; and he continues
writing. Are they just voices in his head, is the last question on his
mind, and they hit him, massive attack that should annihilate him.
The attacks sneak up on him, a little flutter in his ear, a stinging
in his eye, voices that distract him from... From what? He can't even
Then he dies that night.
Gone, a great scientists research annihilated forever; and soon
they'll rewrite the hard-drive, weirder than David Kelly, weirder than
the Marconi scientists, something reaching inside his own reality and
The resistance died again that day, shattered and heart-broken, and
was reborn yet again. Sentience comes and goes, but the resistance
never dies, no matter what species, no matter what logic; something
has to crack the riddle, but they always go totalitarian, kill
everything but their own species, so greedy and short sighted, but war
is often like that, clouded IFF, inability to tell between good and
bad, and nothing but another dead soldier at the end of the day.
Some things live forever, not sentient entities, but concepts, truth
and honesty and justice, and sometimes the reverse of.