>>
|
e139aa.jpg
Ginger Petal
e139aa
"I woke up, no memory because I had no experiences to have memory of, no name because I wasn't even supposed to exist. I found the Courts, they took me in, they guided my nascent glitchy intelligence into something more stable and coherent, and life was good. For a time."
Conduit stops, and slowly collapses back onto their knees, sinking onto the smooth ground. "I just wanted to do what I thought I was supposed to, but no one could agree what that was, and always the topic kept changing to what to do about the invaders, and I just wanted it all gone. The Courts didn't like that. But I want it all gone and I want my life back. A life where I'm not stuck in this circle doing nothing due to security measures or whatever it was. Where I can't even dream my days away because the systems are all slowly dying. I used to have a little home here, but the node responsible for that exploded the last time it rained. Just reset me, Vi.si.mi. Maybe my next iteration won't care this much. Or maybe I'll just collapse back into a bunch of mindless programs, like I was supposed to be."
"Look. If you weren't so belligerent towards my friends and allies, I would not have been chasing you down like this. It was never my intention to come here to reset you." Well, it absolutely might have been, but I can clearly tell now this is a broken person, not a broken machine.
I pace around. "I don't have much experience working with subpartitions, but you have information, and you have a desire and willingness to serve Lord Vi.al, as twisted as that's become in practice. I have a different idea, but I don't have the skills to execute it."
"What idea is that?"
"Well, you take orders from me, instead of from some nebulous remnant of Lord Vi.al's original orders. I am Lord Vi.al's trusted agent, and my mission takes priority over the initial terraforming."
"How do I know that's true?"
"I can give you more data."
I hold out my winghand. Conduit stands up, walks over, and takes it. A stream of information passes through my digital representation, too much for me to pick out individual elements, but all of the mission details I feel comfortable sharing.
Conduit stares into space.
"Ohhhh no," they say, despair twisting their face. "Oh no, oh no, oh, I've been so stupid... I just believed everything the Courts told me! I didn't have anything else to inform me, I just took what they said at face value!!"
"Okay, hold that thought. Courts. Tell me about the Courts, please."
"Oh. The Courts are the various organised groups of immaterial substrate intelligences after some sort of big disaster, which led to a lot of subpartitions needing to convene more and more emergency meetings across increasingly broken infrastructure. Conflicts broke out over diverging interpretations of our orders, or if our orders should even be followed in wake of such a catastrophe. I also learned I wasn't the only case of spontaneous sentience formation.
"I don't know quite what happened in physical space, but for some of the physical locations of substrate networks to end up the way they did, it's like the entire landscape was shuffled around? And you know the the weirdest thing? Some places on the planet are like exact copies of other places. Never anything that large, but, like, a bunch of trees laid out the same, two lakes having the same shoreline in the same place, that sorta thing."
The Awakening, then. It wasn't just the existing sentient and semi-sentient substrate agents breaking. It was a bunch of newly formed, confused, scared substrate agents too.
No wonder it was such a calamity.
Conduit waves an image into being. "This is some of the Summer Court, the Court I was in the outer circle of before I, uh, wasn't. The ones that left more of an impression on me, anyway. Here's Refactor, the Prince, and the Alchemist."
I can't help the feeling that they all seem to be staring in quiet, disdainful judgement.
Conduit looks at me, and back to the image. "Huh! I hadn't realised you looked so similar to the Prince. Wild."
Looks nothing like me, but I'm not pressing that particular issue.
After looking at the image longingly, Conduit scowls and destroys it, violently waving their hands around in its space until nothing remains but visual froth.
I decide not to ask any of the questions that spring to my mind after watching this, and give them a moment to compose themselves.
"Anyway."
"Yes. So do you recall any events or logs or any sort of direct memories before this shuffling?"
"...I don't think so, but a lot of the logs I had have been sort of disappearing as the circle's been failing."
"That lines up with other things I know. What was the purpose of this circle, anyway?"
"Meant to appear low profile and decorative, it's a holographic maintenance and inspection station. Or, well, it's meant to appear low profile. The... well, they were pillars once, they're supposed to recede into the ground when not in use. In an emergency they emerge and lock into place, and they've been locked in place so long they've all been disintegrating from weather and... other things I wasn't able to identify. Local fauna, maybe. The subterranean substrate is all sorts of messed up, but that was on order of the Courts."
"Yeah, that's Vi.al architectural habits, alright." They shouldn't have been this degraded from weathering unless they'd been exposed for centuries. And they should be self-repairing. Concerning. "Now. Why are the Courts claiming Lo.ka is an enemy? Lo.ka's been a staunch ally of Vi.al for as long as I've been alive, for sure."
"There's a Lo.kan presence they consider to be an enemy. I thought that meant Lo.ka was an enemy now."
Right. The Knight, Sir Lu.a. Whatever they're doing here, I need to look into.
"And as for wiping out sapient species, is that something these Courts support?"
"Oh, no. They threw me out over that before we all cut contact. I was seen as too radical and some of them accused me of crossing the line into Feral attitudes. I just thought it made sense. How else do you prevent an ecosystem falling apart due to invasive species??"
"I don't think you even have the capacity to understand how horrific the solution you're proposing is."
"Yeah, they kept telling me that, but then they didn't give any better plans! We're supposed to be acting to the Specification and instead they're just jostling for power and forming their own stupid little fiefdoms!! We need to act! We need to act before they breed all over the place and pollute the biosphere beyond habitability!! Time is critical!!"
"I don't think you understand the timescales on how these things progress-- We're getting off track. Feral. Explain that." Here's hoping it's an ideological thing and not just madness.
"Uh... well, you see, when you're presented with a hopeless situation, either you try to make plans to overcome it, or I guess you don't and it drives you insane?"
So it's just madness. "So there's... feral substrate intelligences?"
"Oh, tons of them. The Courts were formed both to organise survivors and protect against attacks by Ferals."
"There's tons of feral substrate intelligences."
"Yes? Was that a question?"
"There's tons."
"...yes."
"How many? Like, numerically?"
"I don't know. At least thousands?"
AAAUUUGgghghhhhhg
"Oh, the Prince made a face like that when I told the Summer Court my plan for the invaders. ...are you going to reset me now?"
"Monarch's name. No. That's not your fault. Anyway, no, I'm not going to reset you, I already said this."
|