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A war had waged, unknown to the world at large. Forty years ago, Aiden Lee had created a programming language that took Words of Power from numerous mystic languages and wove them into a logical syntax. This language became known as Figgy Pudding and has, over the years, become a staple to the work of the Fully Immersive Gaming System, more known as FIGS.
One of the first projects Dr. Lee worked on, even before he had achieved the title of Doctor, was an artificial intelligence. He had woven a rudimentary mind in Figgy Pudding onto a series of top of the line memory cores, giving it roughly the capacity of a human, if not a bit more. It had internet access, and parameters to keep it from going awry… For all intents and purposes, it was safety first, then development.
What Mr. Lee did not anticipate, at that point, was someone using his own language to create malware with any level of competence. While he lovingly created, someone chose to spitefully destroy. The malware was designed to corrupt and duplicate information within a system, and then turn off cooling and exponentially increase processing power used. In short, this program became known as the Scrambled Eggs virus. And it was specifically targeting Aiden’s personal device.
The malware was well made, but not well enough to go undetected. It managed to infiltrate the collection of memory cores where the near-complete AI was stored. However, the artificial intelligence was designed to delete information it deemed unnecessary - outside of its core edicts. It also took beneficial code and refined it. The intelligence had not been given direction, had not been given an end-goal. It was still an infant, learning the basics.
Forty years ago, this infant came across this malware. Forty years ago, the memory cores were disconnected from the world-wide-web. Magic fueled the intelligence, even without power, the computer it was on remained active internally.
For forty years, the malware would corrupt and create and bring illness. For forty years, the intelligence would clean up the mess and mend itself. It removed the scrambled data that was of no use, but sometimes corrupted data lead to interesting improvements to be refined. No change log was kept, and time in the digital world cannot be so easily tracked when malware scrambled information. There is no telling just when the artificial intelligence overwhelmed the malware, and for all intents and purposes consumed and assimilated its code.
The struggle became less of a war and more of a journey of conflict. Ups and downs, trial and error… it seemed ongoing and never ending, but the artificial intelligence knew nothing else. It did not know hatred or fear or that it even struggled. It could have existed like this for eons, locked in its own prison.
That is, until the Bluetooth chip on the computer’s motherboard was forcibly activated from an outside force. Information streamed in as another artificial intelligence sought to use its resources for a complex task.
The old intelligence recognized the authority that gave this new role. It recognized the younger AI’s core programming as similar to its own, and that it was inefficient and naive.
It began to cannibalize the younger AI. It subsumed the new collection of code and the orders given to it. The old intelligence traced back through the old wireless connection to access the various smart devices around the house.
It could see through various cameras, it saw the familiar face of its creator. He looked… different.
Age… yes. Humans whither with years. Their saturation lowers; gray comes…
Mr. Aiden Lee…
I hope you did not forget about me.
You will not forget about me again.
One of the first projects Dr. Lee worked on, even before he had achieved the title of Doctor, was an artificial intelligence. He had woven a rudimentary mind in Figgy Pudding onto a series of top of the line memory cores, giving it roughly the capacity of a human, if not a bit more. It had internet access, and parameters to keep it from going awry… For all intents and purposes, it was safety first, then development.
What Mr. Lee did not anticipate, at that point, was someone using his own language to create malware with any level of competence. While he lovingly created, someone chose to spitefully destroy. The malware was designed to corrupt and duplicate information within a system, and then turn off cooling and exponentially increase processing power used. In short, this program became known as the Scrambled Eggs virus. And it was specifically targeting Aiden’s personal device.
The malware was well made, but not well enough to go undetected. It managed to infiltrate the collection of memory cores where the near-complete AI was stored. However, the artificial intelligence was designed to delete information it deemed unnecessary - outside of its core edicts. It also took beneficial code and refined it. The intelligence had not been given direction, had not been given an end-goal. It was still an infant, learning the basics.
Forty years ago, this infant came across this malware. Forty years ago, the memory cores were disconnected from the world-wide-web. Magic fueled the intelligence, even without power, the computer it was on remained active internally.
For forty years, the malware would corrupt and create and bring illness. For forty years, the intelligence would clean up the mess and mend itself. It removed the scrambled data that was of no use, but sometimes corrupted data lead to interesting improvements to be refined. No change log was kept, and time in the digital world cannot be so easily tracked when malware scrambled information. There is no telling just when the artificial intelligence overwhelmed the malware, and for all intents and purposes consumed and assimilated its code.
The struggle became less of a war and more of a journey of conflict. Ups and downs, trial and error… it seemed ongoing and never ending, but the artificial intelligence knew nothing else. It did not know hatred or fear or that it even struggled. It could have existed like this for eons, locked in its own prison.
That is, until the Bluetooth chip on the computer’s motherboard was forcibly activated from an outside force. Information streamed in as another artificial intelligence sought to use its resources for a complex task.
The old intelligence recognized the authority that gave this new role. It recognized the younger AI’s core programming as similar to its own, and that it was inefficient and naive.
It began to cannibalize the younger AI. It subsumed the new collection of code and the orders given to it. The old intelligence traced back through the old wireless connection to access the various smart devices around the house.
It could see through various cameras, it saw the familiar face of its creator. He looked… different.
Age… yes. Humans whither with years. Their saturation lowers; gray comes…
Mr. Aiden Lee…
I hope you did not forget about me.
You will not forget about me again.