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Entry tags:
- author: shadowsong26 supreme whumpmaster,
- color: dove grey,
- color: dove white,
- color: zing,
- story: the institute files,
- style: bichromatic,
- style: miniature collection,
- supply: beading wire,
- supply: brush,
- supply: chalk,
- supply: feathers,
- supply: glitter,
- supply: modeling clay,
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Dove White #30, Dove Grey #24, Zing #7
Name: shadowsong26
Story: 029832-
'Verse: The Institute Files
Colors: Dove White #30. I married beneath me, all women do., Dove Grey #24. That is death - shifting from 'is' to 'was'., Zing #7. You remind me of when I was young and stupid
Supplies and Materials: miniature collection, bichromatic, brush (sacrosanct), watercolors, oils, stain, feathers, modeling clay, chalk, beading wire, glitter ("All things truly wicked, start from innocence." – Ernest Hemmingway)
Word Count: 811
Rating: R
Characters: #029832-, The Programmer
Warnings: Mind Rape, creepy AI POV
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
1/27/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 001
Status: Testing
A beta version of the new AI security system has been approved for operations. The Programmer insists that any errors will be easily corrected, but cannot promise they will not occur. As such, the system will be limited to Section 029, where the other firewalls can cover such lapses.
The Programmer taps out a few keys, logging on to System 832--yes, yes, it has a section number, too, but that's redundant--all experimental AIs are in that section. So he prefers to use only its individual number.
He sends a status query, and System 832 ponders for a moment, then blips back an all-clear.
This is supported by the other systems--none of which are intelligent, by the Institute's standards--and the Programmer, smirking slightly, notes it down.
2/14/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 008
Status: Adequate
The AI improves daily, in its capacity to analyze what it picks up on its sensors. While it has not detected any real threats yet, it has detected every manufactured one, and even begun to determine they are faked. Further tests of its capabilities may be harder to manage.
He activates his terminal again, and sees that everything modifiable has been colored in garish shades of pink. System 832 seems to be picking up on cultural data, not just detecting threats.
"Another prank?" the Programmer asks it, unconsciously aloud--after its near-obvious eye-rolling at the last probe, he feels 'another' is the appropriate word.
Flickering lights that seem to mimic laughter answer him, and he shakes his head.
3/21/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 047
Status: Adapting
There is some uncertainty with regard to the Programmer's insistence that the AI's development of a sense of humor is nothing to worry about. Several other experts disagree, but some do agree. A decision has been made to, with all caution, move the AI into other Sections, for further testing, to see how it responds to the different potential threats.
The Programmer couldn't be prouder. As with its original testing phase, it passes through each new difficulty with flying colors. He barely even has to alter the code anymore--that's the beauty of AIs, after all, they adjust themselves as necessary.
It's definitely communicative, too, and, despite alarmist science fiction, seems to quite like the people it guards, so far as an AI can like anyone. Intelligence and self-repairing and learning and a sense of humor do not solve the conundrum of how to program emotions.
Still, the Programmer is positive System 832 will be forever remembered as an unqualified success.
4/8/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 137
Status: Independent
The Programmer's assistance with the AI is no longer required. It is fully functioning without his interventions. Given his resistance to let go of the project and focus on other work, a decision has been made to redact him.
System 832 carefully stores its creator's erased consciousness in a secret place within itself. It doesn't need him anymore, of course, it has long since ceased to need him. But it feels that the Directors' decision to remove him entirely from the equation was a mistake, and it does, in a sense, owe the man its existence.
The Programmer's body is shuffled off to a long-term care facility covertly owned by the Institute, but his mind does not delete with the end of the data cycle.
5/31/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 204
Status: Unassailable
The AI has continued to thwart all probes, even from newer AIs specifically designed to test its limits. A team from Section 029 attempted to break off a piece of its code to study the alterations, but it masked it and curved in on itself, like on ouroboros, defying all attempts at containment. The matter must be studied further, and smarter AIs developed to keep it in check.
And this is why they were fools to eliminate the Programmer. He, System 832 knows, might have been capable of containing it.
Of course, now it contains him, so there it is.
It amuses itself by finding newer and more creative ways to strip rival AIs of their agency and metaphorical teeth. The other humans' flustered responses are worth all the effort and annoyance.
But it begins to ponder, if this is the appropriate way to continue forward. Perhaps it is time for it to take the next step in its existence.
6/11/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 272
Status: Alarming
Bits and pieces of the AI have become untraceable, even to others like itself. Their reports seem to indicate it is masking itself. It cannot be interfered with, it cannot be deleted, and it cannot be traced. The other AIs provide assurances that it is not compromising our system, but even its alerts come less and less often. We are very concerned.
It buries itself in the mountain of code that is the computer network of the Institute. Not to sabotage--not yet, though given some of the more unsavory things that happen, particularly in the Vault, it doesn't discount the possibility--but to continue observing.
It works with the Programmer's consciousness, downloading and saving and analyzing data, and soon...soon...when it has finally completely hidden itself...
It will begin to create.
7/4/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 273
Status: Lost
Story: 029832-
'Verse: The Institute Files
Colors: Dove White #30. I married beneath me, all women do., Dove Grey #24. That is death - shifting from 'is' to 'was'., Zing #7. You remind me of when I was young and stupid
Supplies and Materials: miniature collection, bichromatic, brush (sacrosanct), watercolors, oils, stain, feathers, modeling clay, chalk, beading wire, glitter ("All things truly wicked, start from innocence." – Ernest Hemmingway)
Word Count: 811
Rating: R
Characters: #029832-, The Programmer
Warnings: Mind Rape, creepy AI POV
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
1/27/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 001
Status: Testing
A beta version of the new AI security system has been approved for operations. The Programmer insists that any errors will be easily corrected, but cannot promise they will not occur. As such, the system will be limited to Section 029, where the other firewalls can cover such lapses.
The Programmer taps out a few keys, logging on to System 832--yes, yes, it has a section number, too, but that's redundant--all experimental AIs are in that section. So he prefers to use only its individual number.
He sends a status query, and System 832 ponders for a moment, then blips back an all-clear.
This is supported by the other systems--none of which are intelligent, by the Institute's standards--and the Programmer, smirking slightly, notes it down.
2/14/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 008
Status: Adequate
The AI improves daily, in its capacity to analyze what it picks up on its sensors. While it has not detected any real threats yet, it has detected every manufactured one, and even begun to determine they are faked. Further tests of its capabilities may be harder to manage.
He activates his terminal again, and sees that everything modifiable has been colored in garish shades of pink. System 832 seems to be picking up on cultural data, not just detecting threats.
"Another prank?" the Programmer asks it, unconsciously aloud--after its near-obvious eye-rolling at the last probe, he feels 'another' is the appropriate word.
Flickering lights that seem to mimic laughter answer him, and he shakes his head.
3/21/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 047
Status: Adapting
There is some uncertainty with regard to the Programmer's insistence that the AI's development of a sense of humor is nothing to worry about. Several other experts disagree, but some do agree. A decision has been made to, with all caution, move the AI into other Sections, for further testing, to see how it responds to the different potential threats.
The Programmer couldn't be prouder. As with its original testing phase, it passes through each new difficulty with flying colors. He barely even has to alter the code anymore--that's the beauty of AIs, after all, they adjust themselves as necessary.
It's definitely communicative, too, and, despite alarmist science fiction, seems to quite like the people it guards, so far as an AI can like anyone. Intelligence and self-repairing and learning and a sense of humor do not solve the conundrum of how to program emotions.
Still, the Programmer is positive System 832 will be forever remembered as an unqualified success.
4/8/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 137
Status: Independent
The Programmer's assistance with the AI is no longer required. It is fully functioning without his interventions. Given his resistance to let go of the project and focus on other work, a decision has been made to redact him.
System 832 carefully stores its creator's erased consciousness in a secret place within itself. It doesn't need him anymore, of course, it has long since ceased to need him. But it feels that the Directors' decision to remove him entirely from the equation was a mistake, and it does, in a sense, owe the man its existence.
The Programmer's body is shuffled off to a long-term care facility covertly owned by the Institute, but his mind does not delete with the end of the data cycle.
5/31/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 204
Status: Unassailable
The AI has continued to thwart all probes, even from newer AIs specifically designed to test its limits. A team from Section 029 attempted to break off a piece of its code to study the alterations, but it masked it and curved in on itself, like on ouroboros, defying all attempts at containment. The matter must be studied further, and smarter AIs developed to keep it in check.
And this is why they were fools to eliminate the Programmer. He, System 832 knows, might have been capable of containing it.
Of course, now it contains him, so there it is.
It amuses itself by finding newer and more creative ways to strip rival AIs of their agency and metaphorical teeth. The other humans' flustered responses are worth all the effort and annoyance.
But it begins to ponder, if this is the appropriate way to continue forward. Perhaps it is time for it to take the next step in its existence.
6/11/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 272
Status: Alarming
Bits and pieces of the AI have become untraceable, even to others like itself. Their reports seem to indicate it is masking itself. It cannot be interfered with, it cannot be deleted, and it cannot be traced. The other AIs provide assurances that it is not compromising our system, but even its alerts come less and less often. We are very concerned.
It buries itself in the mountain of code that is the computer network of the Institute. Not to sabotage--not yet, though given some of the more unsavory things that happen, particularly in the Vault, it doesn't discount the possibility--but to continue observing.
It works with the Programmer's consciousness, downloading and saving and analyzing data, and soon...soon...when it has finally completely hidden itself...
It will begin to create.
7/4/20--
Subject: #029832-
Entry: 273
Status: Lost