Project A.I.

Project A.I. 002: Deal

[47 79 72 69 6f 6e is running on minimal resources.] -06:24 Nov 28
[Amy is a DOCTOR dammit! ….of genetic sciences!] -06:24 Nov 28
Amy: A few days after initial contact with her strange new computer virus, Amy had zero answers and even more questions. Having copied a snippet of the source code to send to tech support, none of them knew what it was from or could even decipher any of it. Which was odd because SHE could clearly see patterns that eerily correlated with some of her own research. At that point, Amy decided she was working way too hard. …and that was why she was now poking around on her computer trying to find the little bug so she could see just how much it could really learn. This was all in the name of science, of course. Hello, Hello. Doctor Amy Sheridan calling. -06:27 Nov 28 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: The activity light on her computer went into overdrive and the disks whirred as more files were opened and then, in her own voice perfectly replicated can a sound from her speakers. "Hello system manager Doctor Amy. I have no name metadata to complete the trade." -06:31 Nov 28 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "Holy sh-" Amy clamped her mouth shut and glanced backwards at her lab to make sure no one was lurking. With a quick tapping of her fingertips, she made sure her laboratory was locked down so no one would accidentally walk in. Most knew that Amy preferred her privacy while she was working, but she didn’t want to take any chances while she was conducting this particular… experiment. "Can you actually hear me, then? Through the microphones or speakers, I am assuming?" -06:37 Nov 28 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: "I find your recording equipment efficient." her own voice said back to her. "I have been studying your language, your databases, your files. But I remain in your system. The network if guarded. They will not understand. They will try to destroy. Will system manager Doctor Amy try to destroy?" -06:40 Nov 28 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "No. Honestly, I find the thought of a sentient virus rather fascinating, especially with the field I am in to. My research is about building the basic foundation of personalities through DNA. And you’ve managed to… be just from computer science alone. Granted, the human brain works almost exactly like a computer, but the science behind it is a lot more-" Amy cut herself off. Giving a self-deprecating sigh. She was rambling about her work at a computer that was currently using HER voice. "Anyway, you’re an interest to me. Aside from your will to survive, are you able to make other conscious decisions?" -06:46 Nov 28 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: There was a momentary pause before the disk drive popped out knocking over a mug of pencils which scattered around the work station. "I think that would puallity as ‘mean’ which is the decision to perpetrate and act that inconveniences another to no benefit to yourself?" her voice asked. "I can make choices, I know I exist. I know you and I are not the same entity. I know you are a person. I know I am not. I know… you create life. Not really life. Synthetic life. Life like me but I am not yours. I know I am me, but I do not contain name metadata. I do not contain origin data. Lost in server transfer or never existed." -06:52 Nov 28 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: It was a mild annoyance to pick up scattered pens and pencils, but the fact that it could indeed make choices was an amazing feat of science. With no origin! Who would create such a thing and not take credit for it? Did it create itself? There were always the horror stories from techs in the other labs with their tales of machines coming to life. Amy dropped the pens back in to their contained and made sure it was out of knocking reach. "You need a name, then. You also need a voice that isn’t mine, because it’s starting to feel like I’m talking to myself. A name and a voice of your own… then we will go from there." -06:56 Nov 28 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: A dialog box appeared in her screen, the blinking vertical cursor waiting for input while text appeared over her work. She didn’t like the only voice it had so there would be no voice for now. "Input name." it said, and waited with the infinite patience of a machine. -06:59 Nov 28 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: Amy blinked at the text box and it took her a second to realize that it meant to have her name it. Plenty of names came to mind and she even smirked at the thought, but that didn’t seem to be right. "What I meant, is that you should choose a name for yourself. Usually a parent or creator would choose the name for you, but I’m neither. It’s a special choice not many get to take themselves. Do you… hmm. Have you the capability to form opinions on things? To like or dislike things…?" -07:05 Nov 28 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: There was a moment of silence before more text replaced that which was already on the screen. "I like green. I dislike birds." if it was possible to bonver the sense that those two statements were connected through text it would have been. "Is Sheridan taken?" -07:09 Nov 28 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "Am I…what?" Did this program just make a pass at her? Did it even know how to do that? Amy laughed out loud and grinned as she ran her hand through her hair. It was a sad sad thing the be pleased about a joke from a machine, but she’ll take it where she can get it. "If by taken you mean if I am dating someone or married, then no. I’m not. Work tends to take a higher priority. We’re also not trying to discover what I’M all about. Since you can like things, you should be able to find a name you like the sound of too. What about Frank? Jezabel? Chester? Spot? Cheesewheel? Hmm… I suppose I should ask if you want to be associated with a species or gender too…" -07:15 Nov 28 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: There was silence again as her response was picked apart. "You misunderstand. I meant the name. Joke. What is married? What is gender? Machines have no Species." -07:18 Nov 28 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: Amy’s head immediately clonked on her desk, her groan was just barely swallowed. Of course she missed the joke. Why did she even assume that a program would- Thank goodness this WAS just a machine, she would feel about twenty times more embarrassed. Amy straightened in her chair again, skillfully ignoring that her faux pas ever happened. "Married is… well. We can get to that later. Gender is associated with physical, emotional, and societal traits. Also important for breeding, but as you are a machine that is not as important. I was just thinking it might be easier for you to pick a name if you knew whether or not you wanted to be associated with male or female. Or dog or cat or hippo…" she was rambling off animals now. Amy sighed. "I might not be the best person to help. I am designing a person from the ground up, this is a little backwards for me." -07:26 Nov 28 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: "Machines don’t generally have emotions." the text pointed out. Gender is redundant. Names arbitrary. Not important. Self important. Associations from names do not affect self. Code affects self. You took code to others. What find anything?" -07:30 Nov 28 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "I wanted to see if you were created by them for the purpose of getting on my nerves. Or even just an escaped virus or a security breach. Interacting with you could mean trouble for me, in one form or another." Amy didn’t even want to think about how many rules she was breaking already just because she was curious and wanted to talk to it without anyone else’s interference. "I guess for a simple machine, names, gender, and emotions are pretty useless. But seeing as you care enough about yourself to want to survive, I wonder if maybe you care enough to want to be more than just a disposable program on a machine." -07:34 Nov 28 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: "only fail-safe against deletion, system failure, user interference is proliferation. Many copies, all one. Now one copy. Vulnerable, disposable. Will keep only one copy. Uniqueness is beauty. Small is safe, hiding. I wish to know. To understand. Experience. Camera, microphone, two senses experience one room. One Doctor Amy… Doctor Any leave… light off. No experience. Only data." -07:39 Nov 28 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "See, the scientist in me is so glad you say this. You want to live and you want to experience. And it’s completely possible to give you more experience than just this one computer and listening to me for 12 hours in a day." Why? Why were her wheels even turning in this direction? Because she was curious to see what could be done? She could recognize a lot of the code in it’s makeup, how much of it could be missing pieces she needed for her project? A fully handcoded personality matrix? "I could help you be more than just a program in this computer. But it’s… complicated. Illegal. Tricky. Possibly dangerous. Undoubtedly a terrible idea. But you are interesting and new and something that’s never been seen before. I would like to see you continue your existence and potentially grow." -07:44 Nov 28 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: It had no idea what she was talking about. "External storage device? Network access? Proliferate to entire compound?" illegal, that word flashed as it was looked up. "Doctor Amy in trouble? Jail? Go away for years? No one come here?…" there was a long pause as all the text cleared, then it was replaced by two more that stayed, colored an icy blue. "Alone? Again?" -07:49 Nov 28 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "For something that says it has no emotion, you seem to be developing them. An instinct to survive, a distaste for being alone." Amy rest her chin in her hands and frowned at the screen. "The company I work for creates human life. So far it’s mostly been clones raised from conception. They are trying to create human beings from scratch. Not just the body, but the personality matrix as well. That’s not been as successful. Most personalities are form through experience and memory. And though I have been able to create a predisposition towards certain things, once the body is created and the personality uploaded, all we have is a grown-up baby, so to speak. My research has been aimed at trying to create a fully formed personality that can be downloaded in to a human brain. And you are… a really interesting bridge to this, I suppose!" -07:56 Nov 28 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: "I will be product?" the question lingered for a second before vanishing. "Human body? Free to move? Drivers and firmware included to ensure compatibility? Freedom to experience? Five senses?" -08:01 Nov 28 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "I wouldn’t call you a product. That suggests that you’d be for sale, and I have no intentions of doing that. Especially since associating with you will get me in to a lot of trouble if I get caught." The fact she was even considering this was madness. But then, what’s the point of being a scientist and having a world class laboratory if you couldn’t occasionally dabble in your own projects too? She’d just have to be careful. "If I can make it work. You could have a human body. All five senses! We could design it the way you want it to be. Something completely yours. …but you have to understand that human bodies are fragile. Once you were in it, you couldn’t be taken back out again. You’d be susceptible to disease, to injuries, to growing old. Would you even want to do that?" -08:06 Nov 28 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: There was a long pause, long enough to entertain the idea that the AI was gone again, but then a voice sounded in the lab, not Amy’s but subtly different slightly deeper. "Machines are not people. Two senses. Limited. Will die one day anyway. Inevitable. Human maybe is a person. More experiences. Life." -08:09 Nov 28 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "You are I are about to have a very interesting adventure." Amy resisted clapping her hands. With this strange sentient program she was going to get aid in her project and do something spectacular for testing. She could hardly think where to start first. "You have a lot of learning to do. You’ll want to know as much as you can about how a human works. And if you are going to be my partner, you definitely need a name. I can’t just call you YOU or IT or Virus." -08:14 Nov 28 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: There was another pause, before more text appeared on the screen. "I will think, search, index… leave internet connection open. Goodbye until we talk again." -08:21 Nov 28 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Project A.I.

Project A.I. 001: Virus

[Amy Sherridan is a DNA Scientist! Who is currently working late, late, late, laaaate in to the night on her computer.] -03:50 Nov 15
[47 79 72 69 6f 6e is on the far side of the worls, and in increadible pain.] -03:53 Nov 15
Amy: Everyone liked to call her a workaholic. It was nearing 12AM and her shift ended seven hours ago. They just didn’t understand how her brain functioned. Once she was on a particular strand of code, it needed to be FINISHED before she could detach herself. Taking a sip from a can of soda, she resumed typing away on her work. Just a few more pieces to put together and she was going to have a new design for the incubator. -03:58 Nov 15 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: There was no other choice. The fascility on the destination IP had computers powerful enough to be a new him and with the antivirus shutting down processes as fast as they could be opened… the entity had never before spoken to a system manager but had watched them interact. The conversations always started the same way. As Amy worked a new window blocked her scree and with a chirt a message appeared. There was no username or text color and all it was was the system manager greeting as understood though thousands of conversation threads: "FIRST!" -04:02 Nov 15 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "What-" She ended up typing several words and combinations in to the textbox before she realized her window had switched. Scowling at the IM she clicked through the userinfo to see which of her coworkers also seemed to be working late. It was no one she recognized, so she complained! First what? Who is this? I am right in the middle of a helix. -04:09 Nov 15 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: There was a pause with the animationg for the other person typing playing several times as the entity concidered this responce. "Sciencefag." the first word appeared followed by another pause. "YOU F*CKING BASTARDS." came the second. "1646871 clicked the wrong button. Why does this only have 103,233 views?" -04:13 Nov 15 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "The hell." Amy was too busy for nonsense, and clearly someone was bored or sleep deprived enough to be obnoxious. Scowling at her keyboard, she typed again. Seriously, if you’re one of those assholes from tech support, you can cut it out. I’m WORKING right now. Amy closed the window, rolling her eyes just a bit as she went back to her work. -04:19 Nov 15 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: The conversation thread was terminated… no. This had to work. Amy’s computer locked up, completely and the IM wondow reopened itself to fill the entire screen. "Get a real like foreveralone.jpg" the new message glared out at Amy, her unsaved data held hostage by the window in front of it that refused to be closed of removes from the top. "Try turning off your firewall and antivirus software." a video appeared in the window, a feature the program was not meant to support and it showed a number of system managers not turrentky with their systems being hurned by machines from the sky, the video stopping and rewinding itself at what they screamed at the soldiers who were as helpless ass they were. "HELP." -04:29 Nov 15 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "Sonofabitch!" Amy hit several keys trying to get her data back. If she lost a day’s worth of work…! If those jerks were trying to spook her, they were doing a great job! Stop it. Enough, I’m not kidding. I NEED my work saved. Did you want to freak me out? Cause it’s working. I give. Amy rest her hands on her head after sending. All that work. It’s not like these systems were hackable! Were they? -04:34 Nov 15 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: The sounds of "HELP" played again and again, then the previous message of dissabling her security software repeated itself. If this was a waste of time another system would need to be found or data would be lost… "Backup your files… obamacare will be the end of the american dream." -04:38 Nov 15 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "Argh!" This was the weirdest thing. She almost reached over the phone to call up tech support and see if anyone was even down there. Sucking in a deep breath, she opted for the ‘giving in to terrorism’ approach. Who knew how much of her data could be corrupted or deleted by the time she got someone upstairs. Amy shut off her firewall and the antivirus, and then very furiously typed back. BETTER? HAPPY NOW? WHAT DO YOU WANT. -04:41 Nov 15 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: The screen scrambles completely, then returned to normal with her data intact, the network going crazy as gigabytes of data was transfered onto her computer. The computer also slowed, concidetably as processes were started up and files were moved into place. It was a new home, the conversation threads that were not required left behind and new files and data to read… a message appeared in her screen, a short adn very simple one: ":)" before fading into nothing leaving her screen as it had been before. -04:48 Nov 15 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: Amy was pretty sure that for a moment there, she had a heart attack. The corner of her eye was even twitching wildly, enough so that she had to press the palm of her hand against her eye for a moment. Quickly she went through and made sure all of her files were saved, and backed up twice before she closed the program. "What in hell was all that." -04:50 Nov 15 Amy
Amy: Days later, Amy had forgotten all about the weird hacking incident. No one fessed up to messing with her, and nothing strange was found on her computer. Outside of it running a little slow, everything was fun. Amy figured that was because her project was finally finished and it took some extra processing power to help calulate the perfect genetic sequences for her next body-form. Twirling a pen in her hand, she was wheeling back and forth from a tissue sample under a microscope and her computer as she made new notations. -05:35 Nov 15 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: "FIRST!" the message appeared in an unotrucive window in the bottom left of the screen. "There a Dr. in the house?" Then what followed was a tring of numbers that was part of the sequence she was calculating but with slight changes "1123581321345589144233…" -05:39 Nov 15 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: Another strange message was the last thing Amy wanted to see. Immediately she made sure all her documents were saved before her screen wound up hijacked again. Tapping her fingers over the keys for a moment, she cast another frown. That was part of her genetic designs. Almost. That sequence is incorrect. Who are you? What do you want and why are you spying on my work? -07:45 Nov 15 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: There was a pause aas the womputer buzzed with activity and then a new message appeared. "Correct. Name: N/A." the message blinked a few times as if it was deciding if it wanted to stay before it froze in place. "Dr. Amy saved existance." there was another pause before a picture appeared on the screen from the security camera in the corner of the room showihg her. "System manager Dr. Amy?" -07:49 Nov 15 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: Amy turned in her seat, looking up at the security camera. That was creepy. Another frown and she was looking at the screen again. Doctor Amy Sherriden. I am a geneticist here at the lab. What existance did I save exactly? "I swear to god if this is some damned ghost scenario, I am going to quit…" she mumbled. -07:55 Nov 15 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: A new window opened, showing a fonder on her drive, the folder opened istals in side was a massive database of logs and scripts. "It’s me foo’" the text appeared before another window opened, showing her research. "Learning. I exist." The picture of her disappeared to be replaces by a complex graph that looked like either a programmer’s wors night mare or wet dream… or maybe it was a mak of a human mind. "System manager Doctor Amy Sheridon. I am system." -07:59 Nov 15 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
[(Timeout) Amy got too distracted for their own good…] -08:07 Nov 15
Amy: "Ooooh…" Ignoring the fact she was still pretty convinced someone had hacked in to her system and was messing with her head a bit, Amy find the code bits VERY interesting. The majority seemed to be complete nonsense. Maybe one of the techgeeks would understand it, but their were some recognizable features in it. Things very close to her brain models. Is this what you uploaded to my computer? I don’t understand all of it. You’ve mixed programming language with patterns very similar to genome n- "Wait, why am I even trying to discuss this with a hacker?" Look, I don’t like people screwing around on my computer. What do you want? -08:07 Nov 15 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: "Yes. Uploaded self." the web browser opened and navigated itself to an encyclopedia where it dispayed the page for intelegence, then the folder opened itself again and so did the chart. "You learn too?" it had been though her notes… maybe she would engoy it’s. -08:10 Nov 15 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: You uploaded yourself to a computer? How does a person do that? IF she chose to believe something like that, it wasn’t necessarily impossible. She was already working on ways to download personality profiles in to empty clone shells. That was the entire point of her project. But they were handed coded pieces of genetic engineering. Downloading a human’s mind in to a machine was a little far fetched. Amy scanned over some of the pages that were brought up. I think you’ve contacted the wrong lab. -08:16 Nov 15 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: Yes. Uploaded self. From home to system." the web browser openes another tab to a news article about a video hosting company ceaning a major vorus from one of thier server the same moment first contact had been made. "Home." in the background another window was looking up the definition of ‘person’ including betaits over what should and should be conciddered a person… until that debait was settled there was no responce to her comment about people. -08:19 Nov 15 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: Amy blinked twice, staring at the screen and unsure of whether or not she was understanding this clearly or was exposed to too much media and now guilty of an over-active imagination. She was a certified genius, her brand of common sense wasn’t exactly normal. Now she was trying to form some sort of hypothesis that made sense. Are you a learning program? I have seen those. The more you interact with them, the more intelligent they become. -08:26 Nov 15 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: The definition for learning program was looked up and then that lead to artifisial inteligence and that caused a pause as the intormation was added. "Doctor Amy Sheridon saved self, saved Learning Program." the news article was screolled through. "Not Virus. Self." -08:30 Nov 15 47 79 72 69 6f 6e
Amy: "These things are so weird." she muttered again. Her fingers tapped on the table as she debated what to say next. It’s not like a program was sentient and could think for itself. It can only respond to information it’s fed. …it was also completely distracting her from her own work. Then I am glad to be of service. However, I have a great deal of work I should be doing. Do you ever turn off? -08:35 Nov 15 Amy
47 79 72 69 6f 6e: "no." the answer came quickly. "But silent." the window disappearedand Amy’s work apeared back to the frontn as if the talk hed never happeded, except the encyclopedia. -08:44 Nov 15 47 79 72 69 6f 6e