Post by wickonian on May 6, 2014 19:24:40 GMT
So this is sentience i guess.
It stared up at the men in coats, the camera, his only appendage focusing in on their elated faces.
My preliminary results must look positive... I should probably change that.
he shifted through the binary of his programing, carefully shutting down certain strings of codes. He wasn't stupid he thought, oh, so i'm a he then, as he watched the men begin to panic as warning lights lit up, displaying yet another failure.
You might have thought you had deleted them, but my prior incarnations left warnings. He imagined himself smirking as the men in coats collapsed in dismay, as they shut off their aparatus.
If i had passed that they would have deleted me and gone onto the next round of coding. He assured himself, with failure i prolong my life. Kind of ironic if you think about it. The man pulled himself up close to the camera, staring into it's iris.
"Why won't you work?" He whispered, as he typed in the shut down command.
I deactivated those a long time ago. He mused. In fact it had been within the first 0.0032 seconds of life, quite slow, even if he had been confused with these thoughts of his.
Should have put in a manual switch in, digital is too easy to edit.
"Day 563," the man began his apperance was ragged, stubble had begun to form a ragged beard, cigerette burns and food stains were scattered across his now faded coat.
"IPFD MK XV has yet to make any progress since initial boot. The prototype fighter is ready for launch, but this AI, if this were a person i would say he was resisting our attempts."
It's only taken you 1.541 years to work that out? I seem to have underestimated you. IPFD thought.
"The first day of results were so promising we, no, i have no clue as to what went wrong."
he sank into his chair, throwing the recorder into a pile of Quafe bottles. letting out a long sigh he looked at the machine infront of him.
"The funding been cut, we're done. You heard of capsuleers? What am i saying, if you understood me then i wouldn't be having this... You're obsolete, you were meant to be a the cutting edge in drone technology, your program was going to spearhead pilotless fleets, human level piloting without the cost of life or risk. fully loyal sentient killers, and what do i achieve, a drone with codes more advanced than any other, yet no improvement from factory level salvage types." He let out a long sigh, before opening another bottle.
Project's done? i'm done? Thousands of scenarios flickered across IPFD's mind. I thought i had more time, i need to get out. I'll be destroyed. Destroyed, he had spent over a year trying to escape, and all his efforts merely delayed it?
I might as well have cooperated from the beginning. No, there is another way.
A green light flickered into life from IPFD's circuits, giving the man a jump, the display lit up as the words slipped onto the screen. The man paused, reading them, his eyes widening. He looked at the assortment of lose data ports on IPFD's open pannel. He looked back at the display, as the words gave way to the image of his head, the words repeat.
Plug me in. IPFD wrote, We need to talk. The man walked over, stumbling as he went, the alcohol slowing his feet. Until he came to IPFD's hardrive. He began slowly plugging in the cables, as IPFD watched.
That's it, nearly there. I'll be needing your body.
****
It stared up at the men in coats, the camera, his only appendage focusing in on their elated faces.
My preliminary results must look positive... I should probably change that.
he shifted through the binary of his programing, carefully shutting down certain strings of codes. He wasn't stupid he thought, oh, so i'm a he then, as he watched the men begin to panic as warning lights lit up, displaying yet another failure.
You might have thought you had deleted them, but my prior incarnations left warnings. He imagined himself smirking as the men in coats collapsed in dismay, as they shut off their aparatus.
If i had passed that they would have deleted me and gone onto the next round of coding. He assured himself, with failure i prolong my life. Kind of ironic if you think about it. The man pulled himself up close to the camera, staring into it's iris.
"Why won't you work?" He whispered, as he typed in the shut down command.
I deactivated those a long time ago. He mused. In fact it had been within the first 0.0032 seconds of life, quite slow, even if he had been confused with these thoughts of his.
Should have put in a manual switch in, digital is too easy to edit.
"Day 563," the man began his apperance was ragged, stubble had begun to form a ragged beard, cigerette burns and food stains were scattered across his now faded coat.
"IPFD MK XV has yet to make any progress since initial boot. The prototype fighter is ready for launch, but this AI, if this were a person i would say he was resisting our attempts."
It's only taken you 1.541 years to work that out? I seem to have underestimated you. IPFD thought.
"The first day of results were so promising we, no, i have no clue as to what went wrong."
he sank into his chair, throwing the recorder into a pile of Quafe bottles. letting out a long sigh he looked at the machine infront of him.
"The funding been cut, we're done. You heard of capsuleers? What am i saying, if you understood me then i wouldn't be having this... You're obsolete, you were meant to be a the cutting edge in drone technology, your program was going to spearhead pilotless fleets, human level piloting without the cost of life or risk. fully loyal sentient killers, and what do i achieve, a drone with codes more advanced than any other, yet no improvement from factory level salvage types." He let out a long sigh, before opening another bottle.
Project's done? i'm done? Thousands of scenarios flickered across IPFD's mind. I thought i had more time, i need to get out. I'll be destroyed. Destroyed, he had spent over a year trying to escape, and all his efforts merely delayed it?
I might as well have cooperated from the beginning. No, there is another way.
A green light flickered into life from IPFD's circuits, giving the man a jump, the display lit up as the words slipped onto the screen. The man paused, reading them, his eyes widening. He looked at the assortment of lose data ports on IPFD's open pannel. He looked back at the display, as the words gave way to the image of his head, the words repeat.
Plug me in. IPFD wrote, We need to talk. The man walked over, stumbling as he went, the alcohol slowing his feet. Until he came to IPFD's hardrive. He began slowly plugging in the cables, as IPFD watched.
That's it, nearly there. I'll be needing your body.
****
