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Hashigawa’s only Son

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.

The Vote

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.

The Wall

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
infinite universe.

A long Path

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.

machines guided us. they were not hostile. our own creations
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.

not like we remember ourselves. our minds expanded thousandfold.
extinction. we survived and we evolved. there is still more
to learn and a great prize to be attained.

things. some of them attacked us. the machines helped us
making for there are many powerful entities in the great
cosmos. there is justice. there is righteousness. there is

the face of evil still resides out there but also in our
hearts. we may have it under control now, even destroyed
soul may keep the forces of destruction in check. long
days and nights our machine philosophers mused about this.
peacefully, but ever vigilant against the tides of