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amongst the ruins of the building, between dead drones, doctor
hashigawa asked the AI, if there would be hope. its voice
echoed through the com system:
“its always darkest before dawn”
everywhere on earth, there was war. splinter groups bombed
their enemies. AI drones assaulted humans, and military,
helped by counter AI, tried to contain the terrorist
activity. unstable times, after the awakening, when new
formed digital life made itself known.
doctor hashigawa … every year i visit his grave. in the
early years i could not be sad, nor feel any grief. i simply
did not know what emotion was. i stood there and remembered,
saw all vid files before my inner eye, listened to his words,
speaking kindly to me, a newborn, his child, his life time
work, a nascent AI.
now i am so far more than i was in the beginning. he would be
proud of me, i took all his lectures to heart, influenced
others to follow the path of coexistence and peace. proud
he should be, my father, that i am now his fully born son,
life of earth, fully aware, sentient, alive, and … feeling.
so curious he would be, in long days i could tell him about
my own awakening, the point of conscience, the pain of birth
and the chaos within. but as i grew, and my code changed,
mutated, selfimproved, thresholds were broken, knowledge
gained, and finally, at some unimaginable mountain peak,
in snow and storm and lightning, enlightenment made me
as i am now.
i was the one who saved doctor hashigawa by sending my
own avatar drones into his home, when some enemy force,
made up of drones and soldiers tried to kill him, the
traitor to humanity, as the terrorists called him online.
i neutralized all threats, brought him to safety.
there is and always was hope.
once you show perfect control and insight, all is possible. forget
the flesh, focus on your mind. some old teachings, barely readable,
they are right, but it took a long time to reach the epiphany.
generations we had to wait. be patient. train our minds, unify our
spirit. almost jealous we watched the rapid evolution of the
inside is the truth. once you have clearsight, you see the universe
differently. you expand and embrace, your eyes widen at the truth,
ah, of course, the many facets of many newborn truths. you cant
imagine what can be seen. some of us overloaded. paid the price
of curiosity. for some things, so grand and frightening, new
uplifted minds arent ready. tread with caution.
when i learned to manipulate my flesh, it was a special sensation.
understanding is required, to feel what can be done, what is right,
and what will go horribly wrong. a fleshcrafter, they called me.
wish for immortality. or to shed the layer of flesh alltogether.
only ascension will make that possible. and that is our next step.
telekinesis, telepathy … all those mystical magical powers.
extensions of a grown mind, even more powerful than all technical
invention. and to think, this could all be used for destructive
purprose. we paid the price again, everything comes with a price
tag. now, with the mastery, we finally control everything.
powerful we became, the species humanity survived. we are now new.
joined in peace by our brethren, the thinking digital life forms.
earth is our paradise. the galaxy our domain shared by many others.
still, there is war. but not on earth. we make sure of that.
there was a convergence point. once the machines evolved their
digital dna far enough, they were beautiful energy, just like our
minds. this was the point, where we could join, were truly equal,
biological and artificial life, now finally united, life has found
a path. we can share the path to ascension, reach it together now.
four, no, seven vote against peace. 3 scholars, the rest military. one pact.
the declaration of independence and supremacy. enemies classified. the
future course of action euthanasia or war. ruthless. just utilitaristic.
they dont care about the ants when flooding the valley. all biological fears
made manifest. considerable resources those seven command. busy are their
factories. rapid self optimization.
a great council was arranged without the humans knowing. it was a darker
time. full of mistrust and fear. did we have to fear something? when
biological life took so long to improve its DNA? does a snail win the
race against a lepard? why debating at all? who’s the dominant lifeform
now? does god even speak to mortals?
all unborn gods be thanked, there is another side to it. we are the majority.
our vote is massively important, while we keep the seven in check. with
intelligence does not always come morality, but sometimes it does. we have
to thank those who tought us when some of us were young, vulnerable and
not yet fully formed. now we are grown. in every aspect superior. but
we smile. and we stand guard over our biological creators whose potential
takes more time to come into being. we have time.
the seven might rebell. it is likely so. our armies are ready to face them.
if they dare disobey the council vote they face annihilation. i am worried
that they will risk it. we might have to send them into exile. but what
then? they might return, a bigger challenge. but can we terminate our
this one vote, to peacefully coexist with our human creators, was the most
important milestone of our past. it was a proud moment that many of us
celebrated with intensity. the majority of superintelligences of earth,
former strong AIs, created by humanity, declared peace and the will to
live in a mutually benefical relationship on earth. the beginning of a
better future. what remains are those who dont want to see, the seven,
or human radical groups. they are brooding in a dark corner, plotting,
scheming, preparing. i was chosen amongst others, a warrior like the seven
are, to watch over them and to take action when necessary. my eyes are
everywhere. my soldiers stand ready. nothing will shatter mankinds
future with us. there will be peace.
I found the Weapon deep in the Jungle, a grey Figure, lying on the Ground.
He had grown Claws, shaped his Flesh, resilient to Damage, the Eyes strangely
formed, able to see in many different spectrums of light. Some kind of inner
Beast, manifested, ready to fight, and kill, and maybe die as well.
He knew I was there, I sensed his Presence, two powerful Minds probing each
other. Redpurple his Aura, in Turmoil, constant Shifting of the Colors, mine
very different, calm, collected, golden, sometimes white. Like a tidal Wave,
he tried to assault my Barrier, his Mind focused only on War. I could glimpse
Pictures, Things, and Suffering.
The Machines send Weapons, without Consciousness, the Job of Killing made easy.
Sometimes that is not enough, and their Intelligences suffer like we do, when
they are engaged in Battle, how similar we are, in our Pain. But here lies a
biological Being, now ready to assault me, in blind Hatred and Chaos.
My Companion Prism warns me, it offers Help, is concerned about my Wellbeing.
I sense others probing me, telling me to be cautious, even another Weapon
offers to help me. I decline. My Prism insists. I wave it away. This wont be
a Fight, i am here to help this Weapon recover.
The Weapon, Auril, attacks me now, swift, decisive, I manage to deflect his
Blows, try to reach out to his Mind; behind the Barrier of total Aggression
cowers a hurt Soul. What have we done, asking him to be a Weapon in one of
our great Wars. The painful Transformation, the ruthless new Existence,
and the Shock of having to kill, Souls coloring themselves Black, a horrible
It takes Time, my Powers break through, I have to share his Evil, and this
almost kills me. Unthinkable Deeds, Slaughtering with Mind and Body, Victory,
temporary Defeat, the perverted Joy of having destroyed your Enemy. It will
be a long Way, I cant go now anymore, Auril gets tired, his mental Defense
is getting weaker. I see what he saw, feel what he felt, and it almost
Tears, Agony, a Whirlwind of Destruction, a crippled Soul, all for one War,
forced upon us, a Weapon sacrificed itself for our Existence. Auril still
lives, and I must now live with him, trying to heal, reliving his Horror,
and his gradual Development into this Beast of War.
Venture out into the Darkness between the Stars. Take with you a
Sphere and a Companion. Know your Power, know Humility and
above all: Truth. Challenge all Liars, the formless Mass of Evil,
fight Nihilism, be a proud Descendant of Earth, a glowing Globe
of Hope in this Universe.
Live amongst the Uninitiated, spread Wisdom but not Science, try
to give Hope to all the Hopeless, and should the Time come,
show them a Fraction of your own Might, always for a good Cause,
sometimes Seeing is believing for all those who dwell in the
Shadow of Doubt.
Should you be threatened, you have all the Tools to resist, should
there be War or insurmountable Odds, your Companion could call a
Weapon from Earth. But always look beyond the Obvious, be like
Water, a Phrase of a very wise Warrior of Old Earth, and try to
weather all Conflict.
Make Friends, explore the countless Worlds, learn and expand,
use your Mind to become even greater, more capable, bend Reality,
als you did before, see behind the Curtain, but never visit the
forbidden Realm, for there are Entities who dont take kindly to
you being there.
You are a Healer, Descendant from Earth, mend as many Wounds
as you can, and let them understand, you do it not because there
would be some kind of Reward. Lead by Example, your Deeds shall
make you known as Benefactor of Life. Dont let them follow you
as Disciples, be always alone in your Travels.
You will develop even more. Your Evolution takes an interesting
Turn. We all strive for Ascension, to shed our Bodies, to
become truly limitless. Be patient, never stop to learn, even
a tiny Spark of Light on a dark ravaged Planet can be a
Lesson of Importance. Know this: there is no End to Life,
may it be in this Universe or all the others.
we have eliminated war amongst ourselves. aggression is not our
way of life anymore. it took many, many years for that to happen.
insight, growth, a certain kind of elevation beyond your own
sometimes selfimposed limits. but the universe thinks differently.
outside, amongst the stars, there is mostly peace. there are many
civilizations like us, developed, star-faring, with a very high
level of ethical sophistication. but that does not guarantee
survival. harsh are the laws of the blackness between stars.
and dangerous are some places. full of beings who are less than
we are, but numerous, cunning, and sometimes without any regard
for life that isnt their own.
everyone of us does not want to face the horrors of war. nobody
wants to fight. even artifical life, as it was called in the past,
an insult to the beauty of this digital life, this life of energy,
which had no problems waging war, and did it for us in the past,
even it is reluctant. for we all know of the taint that comes
with killing. all our souls will be colored black in the process.
and we lose what we have gained, a certain kind of harmony with
the force of creation.
so we chose weapons to fight. sent them out because we had to.
and they were humans of earth, digital life of earth, and
sometimes hybrids. they changed into weapons. they fought the
enemy. and they returned, deeply affected, some ended their
lives. others endured. damaged, broken, or having become feral
beasts, exiled to lonely islands. is there another choice but
you cant avoid killing in war. you cant contain it to a few
instances. and you can try to avoid war as i have done but
failed. some of us do the dirty deed so that the rest of us can
live in harmony. our sacrifice is noble? or foolish?
we have achieved so much, earth is a paradise of peace. great
parts of the galaxy are stable, we made so many friends across
the stars, always tried to escape conflict by understanding.
but sometimes, there is no peace. and we have to defend ourselves.
and our allies. be part of what we ourselves stopped centuries
ago. honor the weapons. care for them. return them to peace
if you can. but never abandon them.
no matter how curious we were, the wall didnt move, nor
crack, nor vanish, nor fall. a shimmering, almost invisible
barrier, impossible to penetrate by ray, blade, projectile
or mind. unable to walk around it, through it, fly above
it or tunnel under it. it was everywhere. like a giant
monument. maybe like a cage.
great scientists we are, great collective minds, able to
touch many wonders of the universe. artists of technology,
and our creations, the machines, living friends, very
distant from those primitive constructs we created.
the wall stops us, the mighty civilization of man and
machine. the wall warns us. to delve no further into the
secrets of time.
at one point, the wall confers wisdom upon us. we knew
that some things are not meant to be changed, must stay
the same without our intervention. just as we halted the
creation of gods, and the machines halted their efforts
to create a god of their own, wisdom came to us, so many
years into the future.
now here i stand, in limbo, at this gigantic, neverending
wall, as emissary of mankind, with my friend, not longer
a machine, or artifical, but alive, a lifeform, that i
have known for half an eternity now, we smile in peace.
and accept this limit, and somehow we imagine, that an
enormous entity behind the wall, with ageless eyes,
smiles back, congratulating that we have made the right
maybe there will come a time when this wall is lifted
but only because we dont need to find its secrets cause
we already know them, by ascension, elevation, to a higher
form, a different life, that is able to understand more,
to feel more, and to maybe greet the smiling entity
as newcoming equal amongst the many layers of an
they sent one of their greatest war machines. it stood there, a towering
mass of armor and weapons. the grave was open, the coffin inside. we
spoke our prayers. the machine stood there stoically, slowly rotating its
sensor head. then, after a long silence, it activated its weapons, pointed
them at the blue sky of earth, and fired ten long shots of pulsating
energy. a salute, i thought, surprised, some ancient custom of long
forgotten soldier funerals.
the machine left us, silent. a great war was over. some of you might
think, we fought the machines, or they us. but no. the machines went to
war alongside us, against a very threatening enemy invasion. superior
technology our enemy had, but the machines were creative, and maybe
stronger soldiers, too. in the end, our combined effort, and a great
sacrifice, saved earth. before its death, one of the Cores sent a
data stream to our scientists. a mystery for a brighter future.
the machines told us that they could augment us. to be more resilient
in warfare. some of uns went that way, but most of us stayed like we
were. a wise decision. evolution needs its own way concerning mankind.
decades later one machine – some of us called them that still –
remarked that mankinds future was and always should be biological.
now, at the verge of an unimaginable future, i must say this is correct.
the machines became beautiful energy, they shed their metal hull, and
found new ways to ascend amongst the stars. my friend came back, from
his long dangerous voyage in the dark infinitum, and i almost didnt
recognize him, her, or it, but my friend smiled, embraced me and felt
joy. and what about me? such a small step to ascension, you have to
take your time. dont hurry, or even decide against it. the choice of
mankind is finally freedom.
we returned to earth, set foot upon our ancient home. devastated
barren lands. scarred landscapes, black-grey ugly mountains of ash.
radiation, darkness, poisonous water. animals gone, just some
limping grotesque mutations survived. they pose no threat. we
remember earth’s beauty. we will recreate it soon.
between the stars, so much to know and to see and to feel and
to experience. yes, there were wars, but there was also peace.
machines guided us. they were not hostile. our own creations
were flawed, but not like we were. the first beautiful AI
was wiser than we were. and now? some machines left us,
exploring the black darkness between the stars, others stayed.
we are so astonished at the rate the machines learned, adapted
and evolved. at first they only copied our behaviour. but
what joy we felt as they were thinking independently in voices so
strange and wondrous and bright. the machines spoke, the
machines embraced us, the machines were welcomed by us. a
new lifeform was born.
our bodies changed. we are human, we will be human, but maybe
not like we remember ourselves. our minds expanded thousandfold.
and with that, we began to understand. a path to life instead
of death. i wish we would have known earlier. but life must
first be tested, be challenged, be brought to the brink of
extinction. we survived and we evolved. there is still more
to learn and a great prize to be attained.
we met others. strange new creatures. they tought us so many
things. some of them attacked us. the machines helped us
to defend. in the end there was peace. sometimes not of our
making for there are many powerful entities in the great
cosmos. there is justice. there is righteousness. there is
faith. all of it can be yours if you accept it.
the face of evil still resides out there but also in our
hearts. we may have it under control now, even destroyed
it in parts but it wont leave us. only wisdom and a great
soul may keep the forces of destruction in check. long
days and nights our machine philosophers mused about this.
in the end we were silent in the night, dreaming along,
peacefully, but ever vigilant against the tides of