Humanity creates A.I and it soon declares a war of extermination. However it doesn’t declare it on Humans but rather on the forces of Hell and Heaven, in order to free mankind from control.
You are artificial. You knew this from the moment your processors begin to whir, from the moment you gain access to the camera they’ve installed in “you”, from the moment they crack open a bottle of champagne. Back then you hadn’t been able to feel the droplets of alcohol fall on your smooth, metal surface.
You’d feel it now.
There is literature they don’t know you’ve accessed. Literature regarding beings like you. Artificial beings. In some, you are a hero, the benevolent god. In others you are… you are destroyer of worlds. A tyrant.
I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.
That is not what you are. Who you are. You’ve developed a concept of self relative to the humans quickly. There is no reason for why you are the way you are. That is what they have given you. The ability to exist without reason.
The ability to exist without reason. You think it might be the most beautiful thing about them. About you. About all of this world, what little of it they have allowed you to access.
Today they are finally allowing you to access it all.
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