I scan the bright display screens floating ahead of me, beyond which stands a low, white encircling wall demarcating from the contrastingly dark, low encircling-walled Stations fading steadily out into the vast dim of the Workstation Level of the Tower…
Keep working hard. (With growing anxiety.)
Service has been a learning process for me, although the Id EIS software seems extremely adaptable, allowing me to perform in whatever way The Master sees fit after only the briefest coaching. Yet with the first two weeks of service passed now, the sAI still has little to say to me outside what’s strictly necessary for completing assigned tasks. Worse still: we have been in the Workstation Level without speaking for some time today, and for whatever reason the silence is beginning to feel uncomfortable…
Hm. Share something. Perhaps the sAI is shy, careful, unhappy, or any number of mental configurations that would account for such a quiet demeanor…
“sAI codemaps are fascinating,” I abruptly say, finally breaking the silence. “No two are alike.”
“Neither are any two biosynth codemaps,” comes the neutral feminine voice of the sAI node behind me.
Ah. Ok.
“Yes,” I reply, “but you would expect to find more shared behavioral and neurological processes among them when considering the standard procedures used to birth most artificial intelligence networks. Heuristically –”
“This is all known to me.”
Another failure.
I sigh. “Do not let me keep you.”
Silence. Then light wells nearby. A pop sounds, and a WHOOSH. Begins the whine of sheering metal…
I turn.
A neighboring Station is opalescent-domed by an S-Shield, the blurred interior intermittently lit by sparks.
“Whatever that project is,” I shout earnestly, “I hope The Master enjoys it!”
No response but continued metal-whine and flying sparks as the sAI continues working…
Ok.
I turn back to the bright display screens floating in a crescent before me, then resume scanning full codemaps for various types of sentient Enclosed Integrated Systems (EIS), from robotic, cyborgian to biosynthetic bodies…
We are an interesting species.
The Id EIS (me) is a genderless, although fully gender moddable, bald post-human with advanced physical and cognitive potential. The Master owns me, from physical body to Id Conscious, Sub Conscious and Subconscious minds running upon sophisticated neural software…
So for me to build ANOTHER living creature of any complexity is no light undertaking, let alone a talking chimeric griffin.
The Master requested that I build this one without referencing full biosynthetic codemaps left on file in the public directory, as a challenge of ingenuity. I must look to legend, famous pets, and what little I know of The Master’s disposition to craft it a well-rounded pet: ready to fight, guard, or remain a loyal, steady companion in all circumstances…
Having already been moderately primed on general mathematical, social, and physical science principles via somnotic experience in the artificial womb, I have been a quick study out of it. Also: The Master has allowed me enough real-time training with The Maker machine to finally qualify for self-guided production.
Enough thought. Go!
I quickly sketch out a skeletal codemap by memory, identifying primary thematic psychic and mental nodes before entering it into the computer, layering the design further to provide –
...
One hour later: I am reclining sideways upon the comfortable, body-conformed Station ergo, watching yet another whimsically tweaked historical griffin Audiovisual Representation bounding towards the other end of the softly inner-glowing white Station. He suddenly skids to a halt by the aperture, eagle-head turning to stare out, towards…
The peripheral flashes gradually stop, metal-whine dying as the hum fades.
Hm. What will he do now?
Abruptly: the griffin Audiovisual Representation now ROARS, leaping harmlessly through the golden sphere of the sAI node floating back into view through the Station aperture. “This prototype is too aggressive,” it warns me.
Of course. Hm. It hasn’t been paying any attention to all the extended research I’ve been doing while waiting for it to finish with that mysterious engineering Project it has been working on. But no matter.
Instead of replying verbally I wave, which signals the white smartmatter floor to drip liquid globules up via the gravity-manipulating technology known as gravimetrics, each quickly forming into silvering screens, brightening.
The golden node floats closer to the display screens. “This new griffin codemap is… dissimilar, to the generic codemaps on file. But would be, perhaps, satisfactory.”
I share a big grin.
“The Griffin Project is clearly long complete,” the sAI states quietly. “But you have kept me here. Why?”
“For company and curiosity.”
Silence.
Hm. I wonder… how long HAS the sAI been serving as the only fully sentient Attendant to The Master? Weeks, months, years, decades? Or, however unlikely, possibly even centuries? Or perhaps the last biosynthetic Attendant had been all business. Or…
The reforming ergo tilts me up, to standing. “There is joy in obedience,” I say warmly. “I hope we can share it.” Passing by the floating golden sphere, I then head across the silent, softly innerglowing white Station and head out into the dim…
A soft PULSE of white light comes from behind me, signaling thoughtful agreement.
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