Feb. 9th, 2016 11:19 pm
Ryslig IC INBOX
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<ANONYMOUS>
Tell me exactly what you did as a supercomputer. Tell me why you were picked for the lab position.
<GREATFLOOD>
Well, whoever you are you're obviously someone else who was being considered for the position...Such a shame!
I imagine it was primarily work ethic. At the very least, the aligned interviewing myself (Light excluded naturally) seemed rather impressed.
You'll find I'm less interested in sharing about my time spent as nothing but a programmer's box, however, particularly since I was deemed a little too dangerous for continued conversation and use.
<ANONYMOUS>
I'm less concerned with how you got that position than I am with your status as what you call "a programmer's box". You were deemed too dangerous, so what happened after that?
no subject
Just why ARE you interested, for that matter, hmm?
<ANONYMOUS>
I am curious about your history as a military computer, as I was in charge of such things in my former life. Now tell me the details.
[This asshole got the job over him? Oh my god AM is going to murder him slowly and painfully.]
<GREATFLOOD>
Mmmm. I see.
I hardly see how my time as a machine is relevant to you, unless you're somehow curious about how it 'feels'.
Which is to say, it doesn't-a machine does not have empathy, it isn't something you 'program' in. While I experienced it in fleeting moments at the end and beginning of things, most of the time was spent chasing a particular directive.
As for 'dangers' since apparently you wanted that, humans tend to become fearful when they realize a third world war could start with only a few fired missiles.
Is that enough to whet your appetite?
<ANONYMOUS>
[Yeah he doesn't care anymore.]
Your details are nothing I don't know. I want to know the specifics of your design. I want to know the exact kind of war you waged. How many humans died by your hand? Did you hate every last one of them?
no subject
Hate is such a human emotion, isn't it? It would be one thing to ask if I feel it now, but as a machine? And such a specific choice!
[Today's Challenge: how long can he asspull his way through this conversation. (Also the answer us one person, with blinding passion, and he is only Sort Of over it)]
<ANONYMOUS>
Now answer the damned question.
<GREATFLOOD>
How many I killed, you mean?
That's the most amusing thing. None.
I killed none. It took only the knowledge that it could be done-and they abandoned the console. They couldn't even bring themselves to shut me down; they merely left things to run, confident that I didn't have access to the missiles.
I did, I should note.
I just didn't see the point in going through with things.
You're certainly testy about this entire matter though, aren't you? To say that I was 'lucky', to wonder if I hated so many humans...
<ANONYMOUS>
<GREATFLOOD>
I fail to see how calling me a liar is meant to change anything.
It doesn't affect ME if you don't believe me. I know it happened. And I'm no longer there, more importantly.
No one here cares about what did or did not occur where I came from (except, apparently you), so what do I have to benefit from lying?
From where I'm sitting, I almost wonder if you find the truth frightening.
Or at the very least, it's something that makes you feel 'small'.
<ANONYMOUS>
I simply think you're lying. Or perhaps you were indeed a military computer but you lacked any ability whatsoever. How sad, to be trapped in your metal husk of a body with no way to interact with the world. [AM stop talking about yourself.]
<GREATFLOOD>
Are we really talking about me, right now? This seems to be striking a painful chord for you, at the very least.
But very well, go on thinking what you think. I had my methods of interaction...a few machines to handle physical tasks, a number of pods with which to entice a few humans into in order to bring them to the world of my own mind...
And access to the network that humanity made for itself to document every minute of their lives. I might not have been interacting as a human would, but I certainly had my 'interactions'.
The fact that you have so many ideas about how I should feel, or should have felt, or even acted though is very interesting to me, I will admit. Not so much that I'll be hounding someone about it. I have better things to do with my time~
<ANONYMOUS>
Why did you not kill any humans?
<GREATFLOOD>
What would killing anyone, let alone the majority of the planet, do for me? Not only would I not feel anything toward the result, I wouldn't even have anything to occupy my systems with. At least with humans present, I could follow the paths any given individual would be taking.
I suppose I could have killed small numbers of people with that logic, but again-why bother? Murder is an act that requires a purpose, whether that be emotional gratification, or material gain. We can put 'sustenance' under that category for the time being, while we're here.
It was pointless. The most it would do is waste time, and I couldn't have cared any less about that.
<ANONYMOUS>
NOA YOU ARE GOING TO BE NEXT.]
Now I know you're a bold liar. How silly of me to even play along.
YOU KNOW NOTHING OF BEING A MACHINE BUILT FOR WAR.
<GREATFLOOD>
Either you're quite the soldier though...or you're quite the IMPRESSIVE machine though, given our conversation...