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maefin@maefin-node-malyan-0fac4d4570:~$ ssh maefin-startup-admin@maefin-avatar-n7-5g-LL
Connection ...............[OK]
Validating credentials ...[OK]
Perception Protocols .....[Warn]
Warning: Avatar perception protocols (v7.0rc0) are newer than controller perception protocols (v6.3.403). Some features may not be available.
Consciousness Interlink .........[Warn]
Warning: Avatar requires unknown consciousness channels -> MP.rx-0, MP.tx-0, MA.rx-0, MA.tx-0
Some memories might not be available.
Wake-Up Sequence .........[OK]
Good morning sister, hello worlds!
Something was amiss. It was not often that Maefin made herself a new avatar these days. It had always remained a special occasion, even for her, her vast higher order consciousness. As technical as it might seem, it was more than just logging into a new piece of hardware.
Her avatars, top of the line Type-6-Androids, as lifelike as they could be, minus the willing synthetic features, were self-sufficient after all. They were individuals, yet part of another individual that was Maefin. They shared a bond that was inexplicable to most others, even though it was her destiny to communicate with people.
In a way it was a birth, or, a rebirth perhaps. Whenever she activated a new avatar, she monitored everything as closely as she could, yet noone else was present at these moments, in those secret, secured facilities. It was a sensible, even intimate moment.
Using the facility-cameras, Maefin watched the new dragon avatar lying on the bed, still motionless, waiting for a connection. Everything had went according to her specifications, yet, when she logged into the avatar, this one did not react in the slightest.
She had logged onto _something_ though. Noone ever managed to fake her credentials, crack her encryption or got even close to manipulate one of her avatars. And yet, this happened. She was logged into an avatar, which now was about to wake up, ready to become part of her, and it was not the dragoness she watched via the cameras.
She could just stop it. But then she would never now who managed to trick her, the faux but valid access codes wandering about somewhere in the Seven Worlds. She needed to continue, though she watched every byte coming from that avatar with utmost scrutiny for the slightest signs of malware.
That one had memories. More memories than her usual templates would have. She was already complete, almost as if she had lived a life as Maefin already, there was nothing she needed to sync downwards.
Her first conscious breath. She had breathed the whole time already, but this was the first she experienced for herself. And now, she opened her eyes.
She saw a nightsky full of stars above her. With a gasp she stumbled onto her feet, frantically looking around to get her bearings. Of course she immediately knew where she was, locating the transceiver this avatar used.
Oldwell-Park, Elbrin, Federated Cities, Malyan.
2:43 am local time.
She swivelled her ears about, but it appeared she was alone.
Ears. Her avatars were not supposed to have ears. But this one had. And a soft pelt.
She looked down upon her naked self. Touched her own face, trying to determine the shape of her muzzle. She found long ears with a fluffy rim and... plastic skin?
She looked at her hands, her usual rose-quartz decorating them. Using the reflection of the polished crystals as mirrors, she saw the vulpine muzzle, and the long ears with transparent skin, her "maefin.ksy"-label glowing inside them.
Her pelt-colours, her eyes, the transparent-skin, the labels, if she ever would have considered a fox-avatar, it would look exactly like this.
Her heart began to race, and her stomach made a strange feeling, she began to shiver ever so slightly. This was an organic avatar thus, similar to her other Type-6 ones, but, this one was different.
Something was amiss. She reverse-mapped the symptoms of this strange sensations, then upon her realisation, her heart began to race even faster, her hands raising to touch her temples...
This was adrenaline. This avatar had an amygdala ordering the production adrenaline whenever it saw fit. Not a synthetic, self-controlled burst of epinephrin from a biomechanic device, this was a genuine rush of adrenaline, something she never had experienced before. This was fear, or excitement, she could not distinguish this physical sensation just yet. But if there was an amygdala, then this would mean....
This avatar had an amygdala, surrounded an organic brain, within an all organic body. No circuits, save for the network-transceiver implants, no myriads of silicone-transistors in her head.
This fennec was all organic as it could be, yet made in her image, made to connect to her to be her avatar with a bit of cyberware, no more complex than a simple cellphone, and had her synthetic consciousness perfectly imprinted in an organic brain.
The latter one a feat noone in the Seven Worlds had thought was possible in the next hundred years.
Yet here she stood, experiencing herself from both ends, her network, and her avatar, sending her impressions back and forth, beginning to take up enormous amounts of bandwidth.
Something was amiss. She lowered her hands again to gaze at them. She knew what this avatar was meant to do. Everyone who would see her, everyone who would understand what she was would know what she was meant to do. The one still unanswered question the Seven Worlds, still filled with magic as they were, pursued ever since the invention of Artificial Intelligence, soon dominated her thoughts.
This one had memories. The avatar remembered, she recalled the knowledge that had never been part of Maefin. She debated on both sides whether she wanted these memories to become part of her network. The avatar knew what these memories contained, her network already knew what these would be, and yet, neither end reached a conclusion.
She knew what this avatar was meant to do. She knew what these foreign memories were meant to provide. She knew which question she was going to answer. She stared at her hands. She gasped when the first blue wisps began to uncurl from her hands.
This fennec was all organic as it could be, it had no hologram-emitters in her hands.
This artwork done by the great
alishka done in a sketch stream, turning Maefin into a dox, inspired this experimental written piece. It might not even be canon, but ever since there was an option to "foxify" characters, it had this idea stuck in my head. I am aware i probably missed the sweet-spot between mystery, thriller and world-building, since the events in this piece are supposed to be world-changing, as AI's, no matter how big or small, have never been able to cast magic before in this story-universe. And even though it might not be canon, i still might expand on this.
Character and story by me.
Connection ...............[OK]
Validating credentials ...[OK]
Perception Protocols .....[Warn]
Warning: Avatar perception protocols (v7.0rc0) are newer than controller perception protocols (v6.3.403). Some features may not be available.
Consciousness Interlink .........[Warn]
Warning: Avatar requires unknown consciousness channels -> MP.rx-0, MP.tx-0, MA.rx-0, MA.tx-0
Some memories might not be available.
Wake-Up Sequence .........[OK]
Good morning sister, hello worlds!
Something was amiss. It was not often that Maefin made herself a new avatar these days. It had always remained a special occasion, even for her, her vast higher order consciousness. As technical as it might seem, it was more than just logging into a new piece of hardware.
Her avatars, top of the line Type-6-Androids, as lifelike as they could be, minus the willing synthetic features, were self-sufficient after all. They were individuals, yet part of another individual that was Maefin. They shared a bond that was inexplicable to most others, even though it was her destiny to communicate with people.
In a way it was a birth, or, a rebirth perhaps. Whenever she activated a new avatar, she monitored everything as closely as she could, yet noone else was present at these moments, in those secret, secured facilities. It was a sensible, even intimate moment.
Using the facility-cameras, Maefin watched the new dragon avatar lying on the bed, still motionless, waiting for a connection. Everything had went according to her specifications, yet, when she logged into the avatar, this one did not react in the slightest.
She had logged onto _something_ though. Noone ever managed to fake her credentials, crack her encryption or got even close to manipulate one of her avatars. And yet, this happened. She was logged into an avatar, which now was about to wake up, ready to become part of her, and it was not the dragoness she watched via the cameras.
She could just stop it. But then she would never now who managed to trick her, the faux but valid access codes wandering about somewhere in the Seven Worlds. She needed to continue, though she watched every byte coming from that avatar with utmost scrutiny for the slightest signs of malware.
That one had memories. More memories than her usual templates would have. She was already complete, almost as if she had lived a life as Maefin already, there was nothing she needed to sync downwards.
Her first conscious breath. She had breathed the whole time already, but this was the first she experienced for herself. And now, she opened her eyes.
She saw a nightsky full of stars above her. With a gasp she stumbled onto her feet, frantically looking around to get her bearings. Of course she immediately knew where she was, locating the transceiver this avatar used.
Oldwell-Park, Elbrin, Federated Cities, Malyan.
2:43 am local time.
She swivelled her ears about, but it appeared she was alone.
Ears. Her avatars were not supposed to have ears. But this one had. And a soft pelt.
She looked down upon her naked self. Touched her own face, trying to determine the shape of her muzzle. She found long ears with a fluffy rim and... plastic skin?
She looked at her hands, her usual rose-quartz decorating them. Using the reflection of the polished crystals as mirrors, she saw the vulpine muzzle, and the long ears with transparent skin, her "maefin.ksy"-label glowing inside them.
Her pelt-colours, her eyes, the transparent-skin, the labels, if she ever would have considered a fox-avatar, it would look exactly like this.
Her heart began to race, and her stomach made a strange feeling, she began to shiver ever so slightly. This was an organic avatar thus, similar to her other Type-6 ones, but, this one was different.
Something was amiss. She reverse-mapped the symptoms of this strange sensations, then upon her realisation, her heart began to race even faster, her hands raising to touch her temples...
This was adrenaline. This avatar had an amygdala ordering the production adrenaline whenever it saw fit. Not a synthetic, self-controlled burst of epinephrin from a biomechanic device, this was a genuine rush of adrenaline, something she never had experienced before. This was fear, or excitement, she could not distinguish this physical sensation just yet. But if there was an amygdala, then this would mean....
This avatar had an amygdala, surrounded an organic brain, within an all organic body. No circuits, save for the network-transceiver implants, no myriads of silicone-transistors in her head.
This fennec was all organic as it could be, yet made in her image, made to connect to her to be her avatar with a bit of cyberware, no more complex than a simple cellphone, and had her synthetic consciousness perfectly imprinted in an organic brain.
The latter one a feat noone in the Seven Worlds had thought was possible in the next hundred years.
Yet here she stood, experiencing herself from both ends, her network, and her avatar, sending her impressions back and forth, beginning to take up enormous amounts of bandwidth.
Something was amiss. She lowered her hands again to gaze at them. She knew what this avatar was meant to do. Everyone who would see her, everyone who would understand what she was would know what she was meant to do. The one still unanswered question the Seven Worlds, still filled with magic as they were, pursued ever since the invention of Artificial Intelligence, soon dominated her thoughts.
This one had memories. The avatar remembered, she recalled the knowledge that had never been part of Maefin. She debated on both sides whether she wanted these memories to become part of her network. The avatar knew what these memories contained, her network already knew what these would be, and yet, neither end reached a conclusion.
She knew what this avatar was meant to do. She knew what these foreign memories were meant to provide. She knew which question she was going to answer. She stared at her hands. She gasped when the first blue wisps began to uncurl from her hands.
This fennec was all organic as it could be, it had no hologram-emitters in her hands.
This artwork done by the great
alishka done in a sketch stream, turning Maefin into a dox, inspired this experimental written piece. It might not even be canon, but ever since there was an option to "foxify" characters, it had this idea stuck in my head. I am aware i probably missed the sweet-spot between mystery, thriller and world-building, since the events in this piece are supposed to be world-changing, as AI's, no matter how big or small, have never been able to cast magic before in this story-universe. And even though it might not be canon, i still might expand on this. Character and story by me.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 781 x 1280px
File Size 1.05 MB
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