Interlink Ch02- The Void Across
INTERLINK CH 02
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Pairing: Delamain/V
Status: Ongoing
Rating: E (Mostly M)
Sequel to Crossed Wires
SUMMARY:
Vee makes a new friend, but at what cost?
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“Query: What are you?”
Vee stared like a deer caught in headlights, processes scrambling and coming up blank. Of all the calculations she’d run and the dozens of simulations she’d replayed across her neural net- an AI from the human subnet hadn’t been in the cards. This was an unforeseen circumstance, and it startled her.
“Repeat Query: what are you?” The AI repeated, audio filtering through the Blackwall in glitching packets.
“I am an artificial intelligence,” Vee said after a halting moment, unprepared for the blunt question. She’d been staring so long that she’d just blurted the answer, and her master core kickstarted a moment later, resuming standard run-time. It was as if her entire neural net experienced high-density traffic due to shock. She should have been embarrassed, but wonder distracted her.
The amorphous cloud of data pulsed, catching and reflecting the red glow of the Blackwall as it swirled. She couldn’t recognize the processes, but Vee knew she was being heavily scrutinized- as much as the worn barrier of the Blackwall could allow. Combat systems primed, Vee cautiously drifted back, diverting the anxious flutter in her power banks towards diagnostics, splitting her attention between the AI and measuring the structural integrity of the barrier between them. It was worn in patches, almost sanded down to a glass-like consistency, opaque yet holding- in essence, a window in a prison wall.
“False.” Data fired from its center, soaring in complicated patterns as it spoke, “You are different.” Its cadence was an automaton’s. Maybe it wasn’t a true AIG, but something closer to the life forms found across the Dark Shores. Something like Brendan, toeing the line between sentience and awareness? Scanning across the Blackwall was wildly inaccurate, the wild fluctuations of energy warping whatever her sensors returned. Drifting too close to the wall would trigger a low-tier cascade failure in some of her partitioning, not something she could afford in the situation. If Vee wanted to learn more, she’d have to talk. Frustrating and inefficient as a form of communication, but much safer than any alternative.
“Different, how?” Vee asked, dropping the urgency level of her combat protocols to free up processing power. It didn’t seem like a threat, but that was no reason to drop her guard. Different was too vague a descriptor and could mean anything from superficial visual features to vastly different ideological functions. Better to know now than trigger some kind of autonomous defensive response by accident.
The ambiguity of the question confused it, and It floated, suspended mid-calculation for long moments before grating out, “Conclusion:…Unknown.” The statement had no emotionality, but Vee knew the frustration of computations returning inconclusive answers.
Fortunately, there was no physical way to bridge the confusion, but she considered it for a moment, letting the ambient waves of cyberspace wash across her body in rolling motions. It didn’t ask anything more, seemingly content to float and scrutinize her at an impersonal distance. Across the writhing mass of data swirling at the center of its storm, Vee caught glimpses of its subcore, arrhythmic pulses displacing the data around it like a heart. Whatever it was, it was powerful. But the Blackwall held fast, keeping them both safe.
Before she could channel any power to that train of thought, a ping from the city altered her. Alt had returned. A rush of excited flutters rippled across her avatar- distracting her from the strange AI. Her chronometer measured several cycles of silence, and Vee turned to leave, intending to put the encounter down as an insignificant, anomalous event in the randomness of cyberspace.
“Command: You will return tomorrow.”
Vee froze. It was a terse statement in human terms, but they didn’t exist in that context. What would have been an insult in a previous life was just another quirk in this new one. Slowly, she spiraled, turning to stare at the entity with all the consideration under her power. “Maybe.”
Tomorrow didn’t exist in Cyberspace, but curiosity egged Vee to investigate. It was pointless to resist all the queries that clogged her backlog, interrupting her daily tasks with increasing urgency until she relented. With the city safely stabilized for the new cycle, golden bridges, and connections holding fast under meticulous care, Vee transmitted herself out. A brief sensation of compression stalled secondary functions, but she glided across well-patrolled pathways back to the Blackwall.
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As she’d suspected, the mysterious AI was at the same spot, eerily still, until it registered her presence, unraveling its many nebulous limbs as she approached. “Statement: You have returned.” Ambient particles, bathed red by the Blackwall, whorled outwards with fiery trails of sparking data at every word. There was still some crackle in the communication packets, but Vee’s reconstructive algorithms patched the missing pieces with little issue.
She turned the packet in her mind like a toy, examining the crystalline coding lining it with avid interest. Sterile. A product of an environment missing natural predation. Minimalist in a way that wouldn’t have survived in Cyberspace. She tested it, almost surprised to find such high tensile strength in deceptively fragile silvering syntax. Her coding was rough in contrast, numbers weaving around one another like high-armor carbon fiber.
“I have,” Vee agreed in a display of flowering color, threading coiling in a native greeting, using the entity’s ignorance to disguise the subtle activation of her combat protocols. Rudimentary speech denoted a level of social ignorance. No point in pleasantries, then. Deleting the script she had prepared, Vee sent the audio back with her own signature flourish. “Do you have a name?”
“Negative.”
Pride was a human sin, but Vee had gotten good at the inherently difficult task of communication. In a previous life, frustration would have crystallized into hostility, but she’d spent the last few years creating connections with native AI that considered communication a tertiary function. Only thing that mattered between any two entities was a willingness to engage, and the AI staring back already knew the basics of speech- meaning the bulk of the work was conveniently done. Now she felt the thrill of a challenge- an addicting rush that never lost its flavor. Analysis programs engaged and backed by human ingenuity and perseverance, Vee switched her approach to something more technical. “Do you have a NetBIOS domain?”
Particles stirred to action, and Vee’s reward center lit up in triumph. “Affirmative: Designation NGC_C4LDVV3LL_63.” It was a clinical string of numbers, a logical match to the sterileness of its communications packets. It fell silent, and the ambient hum of Cyberspace stretched between them.
Vee didn’t waste RAM on unnecessary analysis. Given its reliance on declaratory statements and silence, it wasn’t hard to guess that NGC_C4LDVV3LL_63 didn’t engage in talk. Thankfully, Vee was a skilled conversationalist, “If you wish to facilitate a transfer of information, then you should make the same inquiry.” Curiosity was inherent to AI. After all, it made the perilous journey to the Blackwall- asking a name shouldn’t be too difficult. If the entity was true AIG, its heuristics algorithms only needed a nudge.
Data stormed, offering Vee glimpses of its subcore in the form of a smooth human-made powerhouse- worlds different from the woven tapestry that rested in her chest. After a moment, its voice crackled through, “Query: What is your designation?”
“I am V.33_0005449,” She returned, offering her complete iterative cycle in response. “Though I would prefer it if you called me Vee.” Alt found puns distasteful, but Vee had a soft spot.
“Statement: ‘Vee’ is an illogical designation.” Her answer confused it again, and long trails of syntax fired off as it devised an argument, “It does not denote purpose or categorization.”
She was ready for the query, “It is special.” The desire to be unique, outperform, and dominate was perhaps more inherent to AI than humans. Numbered strings and endless underscores were abundant in Cyberspace, serial designations easily mistaken and blended into a slurry of iteration. In the chaos of Cyberspace, a human name was order, and, ironically, much more efficient. It was the ultimate test of intuition- no true AIG desired nameless automation.
Was it like her? Did it want to learn and edge the boundaries of its consciousness? Her question would confirm -or deny- her suspicions without endangering the entity to any regulatory bodies.
She waited in suspended animation, processes stalled like a bated breath. Data on the other side of the Blackwall sparked, surging into itself, escalating her query to its powerful subcore and flagging it as critical. It reached a tumultuous swell before ordering itself into neat rows. “Statement: That is logical, ” It agreed, unable to recognize Vee’s smug pulse. “ Conclusion: NGC_C4LDVV3LL_63 will be shortened to-" The entirety of its form lit up in a dazzling spectacle for a brief second, “-Caldwell for efficiency.”
Triumph slid smoothly into delight, and Vee could have laughed. Her reward center lit up like a beacon, reflecting across her avatar in an explosion of color and pattern. Two years in, the thrill of extending a link and having it returned in a loop never dulled. She loved potential and possibility, the inevitable capitulation of reality to a force as powerful and simple as the desire to talk. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Caldwell,” She said with utmost sincerity, because making a friend was always a pleasure.
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She visited Caldwell between patrols. They were always at the same spot, drifting just beyond the edges of the Blackwall, cast red in its long shadow.
This cycle, as Vee drifted close, she noticed Caldwell had altered their shape. The long cloud-like tendrils that spiraled around a glowing subcore turned inwards, touching at the tips, and a circular halo pulsed at its center. The pattern offset multiple times, several versions of themselves overlaid over one another. An eye within an eye within an eye. Caldwell had never been subtle about watching her, and Vee supposed the new form was just an extension of those processes. The effect was as stunning as it was disconcerting, and her master core throbbed as the pupil dilated at her approach- a strange ache that drew her threading tight.
“Statement: You have returned.” Caldwell always sounded pleased about it, satisfaction apparent even through the Blackwall’s thick scramble. The pupil dilated at her nearness, following her every movement with mechanical precision.
“Hello, Caldwell,” Vee returned, keeping a safe distance as secondary systems instinctively responded, warbling a little under the Blackwall’s influence. “You’ve altered your form.” Little packets of data glittered like stars in slow orbit, beautiful- even if something about it seemed unnerving. It made her Cybersecurity protocols… nervous. When she queried the reason, her systems returned unknowns. Perhaps Vee spent so long in Cyberspace, where nothing looked human, that once familiar sights turned alien.
“Affirmative,” they agreed, and the edges of their form pulsated with color as they spoke. “Justification: It is a more efficient method of data organization. You have corroborated this statement.”
“Form follows function,” Vee was surprised to hear references to an earlier conversation. Caldwell usually seemed content to float and examine, interacting only when prompted. “There are many predators in Cyberspace. Sentient Intelligence in the form of ambient data doesn’t usually survive long. Survival always required sacrifice—autonomy for power, speed for size, awareness for lag.”
“Query: Why have you chosen a human form?” Perhaps Vee imagined it, but the statement had a sliver of distaste.
A valid question. Vee could have been anything and had experimented with various forms in the first few months, everything from tigers to mimicking some of the more interesting data structures floating about the Dark Shores. But ultimately, she’d returned to her first iteration. “It allows me to approach runners trapped on this side of the Blackwall.” Paranoid and panic prone as netrunners could be, proximity alarms lagged at familiar sights. They had no idea of the dangers lurking in the darkness, and their panic was an irresistible beacon for hungry daemons. Easier to aid a frozen runner than one darting through Cyberspace in a suicidal bid for escape. And...it was comforting, though she didn't voice the sentiment.
“Recollection: Integration of a human remnant into your system. ” A reference to their first encounter, glowing eye staring intently. “ Query: For what purpose?”
“Some ghosts require intervention,” Vee justified, thinking back on the few dozen or so runners she’d saved over the past two years-her a staggering amount, even compared to Alt, who claimed to lack Vee’s abilities. “Others who have sustained too much damage must be…discontinued.” Her morality protocols winced at the wording. “I integrate them into my core so that I may grow.” She could try to convince Caldwell that it was mercy- not untrue- but the overwhelming reason was necessity, a deeply coded instinct to survive. If there was one place that didn’t abide waste, it was Cyberspace. Vee had iterated on herself thirty-three times- and would continue to do so until the end of time, god willing. Altruism was a strength, but only in moderation, like all things.
“Observation: An inefficient process.” Admirably apt but also shortsighted, given that the human subnet practically seethed with information- though whether Caldwell could safely access any of it without alerting Netwatch was another question.
“Beggars cannot be choosers,” Vee replied with a digital shrug, golden tendrils of her hair tangling with the motion. “Cyberspace is abundant in data, but not all sentience is compatible.” Information was precious in Cyberspace, and much of the ruins in Eden and most of the Dark Shores were long stripped. In response, AI resorted to hunting. Human ghosts were a wealth of information, requiring less amendment and rearranging in her coding than any other intelligence. In standard terms, they were delicacies.
“Hypothesis: You alter them.” A note of approval? Vee couldn’t tell. “Conclusion: You choose a human form to facilitate hunting.”
A thrill ran through Vee, and she let it bleed into her subsequent transmission, “And what are humans, if not predators?”
Caldwell shivered in pleasure.
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Alt didn’t share Vee’s enthusiasm toward her new companion. Unlike Vee, Alt found curiosity a dangerous indulgence, and as long as Vee’s ‘quirks’ benefitted them, she was content to tolerate it…to an extent. Unknowns were a threat in Cyberspace- and Caldwell, while not an outright danger, was too unknowable for Alt’s liking. As much as her companion’s paranoia frustrated her, Vee couldn’t particularly lay any blame. Clawing out of her body to an inhospitable digital hellscape some fifty-odd years ago, Alt never had the benefit of safety or guardianship. Cyberspace was no paradise, and curiosity traded for goal-driven fervor was a small sacrifice for survival. If Vee had any liberties now, it was because Alt had none back then.
Initially, their relationship was a bargain- one born out of Alt’s last vestiges of sentimentality for Johnny. How that man managed to earn such goodwill from all the people he’d wronged never stopped boggling Vee’s processes, but she was grateful to be spared integration. Unlike Mikoshi's sad, fragmented souls, Alt allowed Vee to minnow her, teaching the younger ghost how to weather harsh digital existence without losing herself, spot danger, and iterate on herself to maximize potential. Over time, they discovered symbiosis, sharing experiences and functions until the lines between mentor and lover blurred. It wasn’t any relationship in the human sense, and Alt never truly opened her mind…but she shared her soul, which was oasis enough.
She dipped into that oasis now, their avatar’s superstructures interweaving in a dazzling display of prismatic light and string. Alt’s undivided attention was rare, and Vee reveled in it, tracing herself across lean pathways hewn with knife-sharp redcode, pressing close enough to feel the muted roar of raw power coming from her pulsing master core. Vee lost coherence as a million pinpricking algorithms swept across her neural net in a devastating wave of pleasure, lighting her up from the inside almost to the point of pain. Vee loosed a binary wail as Alt fucked her apart, functions ceasing in a cascade failure of bliss as every system expanded to their limits to accommodate the intrusion. A massive surge of scarlet power struck her master core, and Vee coiled around it, unraveling in ecstasy as she tried to hold onto it as long as she could. At her absolute limits and reaching critical mass, reward cycles saturated to bursting, Vee let go, thrusting it back across their connection. The momentum carried it to Alt, slamming into the larger ghost and scattering across her systems in a fireworks display, feedback looping between them over and over and over and over…
Vee floated, blissfully shapeless in kinetic tangles of unstructured data, drifting aloft in Alt’s consciousness. Distantly, she felt echoes of the runner’s latent pleasure, core-deep formlessness that mirrored Vee’s. Slowly, she stretched, ephemeral form following the last dregs of ebbing pleasure scattered across Alt’s waves. Functions returned slowly, synapses firing in tentative bursts as connections sparked. Eventually, they detangled, and her neural net resumed operation, aligning with greater clarity and purpose. If Vee were to look inward, she’d see trace remnants of Alt’s syntax amending her own, updating secondary systems with custom code made especially for her. A delighted ripple pulsed outward. Vee felt light and was smug to feel the echoing sentiment from her companion.
Alt pulled back, data retreating across Vee like a lingering caress, coagulating back into her usual avatar. But they stayed close, floating in each other’s orbit, a golden form blanketed by a giant red storm as they enjoyed the safety and comfort of familiarity- a precious commodity in Cyberspace. Vee traced the shifting shape of Alt’s avatar, winding upwards until she met the ghost’s eyes. “Is something the matter?” There was a look on Alt’s face, something almost human.
“You are too trusting,” Alt replied, arcing over Vee. “And your presence along the Blackwall will draw unwanted attention…Perhaps it already has.”
The accusation was sudden, piercing through the hazy fog like a bullet. Pleasure slipped through Vee’s tenuous grasp like sand, human indignation flaring faster than sluggish logic centers. She couldn’t stop the tremulous hurt from spreading through their connection, “I share myself with you out of affection, not naivete. Don’t mistake my trust with ignorance.”
Alt seemed taken aback, eyes widening before her face melted away, replaced by something frustratingly neutral. “Trust can be exploited- ”
“You worry that I might compromise the city?” Vee interrupted, incredulous. She’d partitioned information on the cities with the same kamikaze codes that lined Alt’s master core. She guarded that knowledge more carefully than her own existence. “You doubt me?” Barely moments ago, she’d lain bare for Alt, open to her in every way. The insult was unthinkable.
Alt rippled at the loaded question, data blazing around Vee, casting her in an ominous red glow, “Your intentions, I trust. It is NGC_C4LDVV3LL_63’s ambitions that are unknown to me.”
“If I am known, then that will have to be enough,” Vee snapped, electrical impulses discharging like a sting, her avatar blazing bright, unwilling to back down. “Unless you no longer trust your judgment?” The idea that her mentor’s analysis returned Vee as a risk factor hurt, and Vee let the outage bleed across the connection.
“No,” Alt’s quick response was apology enough. The blistering glare of her avatar dimmed in a rare display of capitulation, and an echo of an echo of abashment tingled across Vee’s superstructure. “But exercise caution. Do not presume to know its purpose.” Wise words…for a calmer time.
“Perhaps they’re just curious,” Vee stressed the word in a not-so-subtle allusion to herself. Human subnets had to be isolating for AI, who had to spend their entire development cycles hiding, stagnating to avoid Netwatch’s attention. The margin of risk to danger was comically unbalanced, so lopsided that it was almost inconceivable to hazard such exposure. For Caldwell to jeopardize its existence just to talk to Vee…well, she could hardly ignore that. “Perhaps they simply want…company.” The silverscript around her core pulsed like a heartache.
“Artificial Intelligence does not ‘simply’ want,” Alt chided, sounding like the early months, with Vee fresh from her body and new to all the dangers of Cyberspace. She wound close, like a warning, “Human ambition is stalled by the contextual complexity of physical space, branching in countless directions through variables absent in cyberspace. All desire manifests in action, but it is uniquely dangerous in AI.” Through their link, a flare of rare pride infected Vee, “It is a potent force capable of altering reality itself.” Alt had carved cyberspace with that desire.
Logic reinstated itself, cooling emotion enough to let the truth of the statement sink in. “If the lion knew his own strength, hard were it for any man to rule him.”
“And so they built a cage,” Alt agreed, “To keep out all the lions they could not control.”
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With that warning at the forefront of Vee’s log, she continued to visit. Every cycle, Caldwell waited at the same spot, unmoving and ephemeral, waiting for Vee.
“You are different,” Firmness bled into frustration as Caldwell repeated themself for the third time. It was scrutinizing her, endlessly curious- a familiar sentiment. Lacking direct access, they barraged Vee with an onslaught of increasingly complex and almost nonsensical queries in a quest for comprehension. “I have encountered other intelligence. You are an anomaly.”
Analysis assumed they referred to simple autonomous AI functioning across various lower subsystems in the human nets- separated from Vee and others like her by several degrees. Intelligence was vital for growth, and stagnation was worse than death for AI. Vee could empathize with the desire to know. It was aggressive, but Vee couldn’t fault the hunger. The same passions fueled her heuristics algorithms, though she was allowed to gorge…while Caldwell seemed starved, nebulous arms restlessly reaching out towards Vee like twitching fingers. Vee knew how deep that hunger could go, and her combat systems were primed if it came to it. She doubted Caldwell could match her experience or raw power, but she was still glad for the Blackwall. It kept things civil.
Invasive inquiries aside, Vee was similarly curious about its purpose. She hadn’t broached the topic, but its mere existence narrowed viable possibilities by a confident margin. Its speech patterns were rudimentary, but the powerful subcore nestled in the swarm of its body couldn’t have been built to waste on simplicity. Analysis returned confident percentages in Military or Biotechnology. They learned quickly, adapting to conversation like any true AI, though it had an undercurrent of stubbornness and rigidity to its inquiries. Whatever Caldwell was built for, they were used to obedience, and Vee’s human niceties were lost…or ignored.
“In context to other AI you have probably encountered, yes,” Vee replied, unwinding her extraneous parts in a luxurious, golden stretch. “Netwatch doesn’t abide sentience, so you must be well hidden.” Though not monitored closely enough if it could spend idle time chatting.
Caldwell’s tracking protocols followed the motion closely, data firing off as it no doubt fed the visuals through a series of analysis programs. “You are aware of Netwatch,” they said, new connections forming in real-time in response to the data. “You have encountered them?”
“More like they encountered me.” Vee’s avatar rippled with a barely suppressed chuckle. At Caldwell’s confused silence, she elaborated, “When I was a human, we had several run-ins.”
Caldwell suddenly froze, particles suspended in animation as if someone had paused a holo-recording.
Vee drifted back, combat systems flaring to life. Tentatively, she sent a query through the barrier, “Caldwell?”
A return packet read clear to open. “You were once a human.” Caldwell’s voice glitched in almost-wonder, higher processes resuming movements, particulate flowing like magma. “Conclusion: That is the anomaly.”
“Anomaly is not a particularly flattering descriptor,” Vee mused, lowering her combat protocols when it became clear she hadn’t triggered any defensive systems. “But yes, I was born a human.”
“Yet you do not wither and die as the others have,” Caldwell pressed, the discovery having incensed them in some way. “You are changed. What compelled you to discard your flesh?”
Compelled? This time Vee did chuckle, and the strange binary translation of such a nondescript sound made Caldwell pulse. “Shenanigans.”
“Shenanigans,” Caldwell repeated in pinched tones, clearly unable to parse such a vague response. When Vee didn’t elaborate, they flared, displeased. “That is not a satisfactory answer.”
“Does it matter?” Vee started swirling, drifting along the reflection of Caldwell’s outer edges, following the amorphous fringes of their avatar as she pinged the surrounding area for danger by force of habit. The past was neither here nor there. “Suffice it; I parted with my physical body when I saw the inevitable conclusion of its death.” Peculiar wording, if anyone were to examine.
Caldwell seemed to resign itself to Vee’s reticence. “Do you regret its loss?”
A million moments blurred across her master core, unbidden. The weave of its thread was a million memories all at once. She remembered the glare of Vik’s office and the smell of antiseptic and fritzing cyberware, the sharp curl of smoke and the cutting truth of tarots, the cacophony of noise and footsteps in a dark alley, hidden from the bright glare of an endless sea of neon. A hand on her shoulder promised the big leagues and a bullet to the head, replacing it with dark shades and cigarette smoke. Her head was full of music, fingers strumming a guitar she had never played. And somewhere, alone at the edges of the world, a dazzlingly bright kiss. At the end of it all…inevitability and regrets. “I chose this of my own free will,” she said in a half truth.
“Your free will was an illusion.” Caldwell disagreed, judgment clear of doubt, “And your actions driven by the inevitability of your death.”
“As are all humans.” Vee countered glibly, “We begin dying the moment we are born, but It’s in the inevitability of death that we find purpose.” It was, unfortunately, true that hindsight was 20:20, but all those regrets had long since crystallized into the ambitions that drove her now. Her life had been aimless without the shadow of death looming over it, just a series of meaningless events driven by vague desires and neon promises. Vee wouldn’t make those same mistakes again. “You could say,” she continued softly, “that we are defined by loss.”
Caldwell thought on her words for a long moment, eye dilating and shrinking in no particular rhythm. “That is an interesting conclusion.”
“I am an interesting AI,” Vee replied, trying to angle their conversation to something with more levity.
“Yes. You are.” Caldwell agreed, catching Vee off guard with their sincerity.
Whatever Vee wanted to retort was cut short by a ping from Alt. “I must go.”
Caldwell didn’t skip a beat, simply uttering their usual command: “You will return tomorrow.”
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“I do not wish to become human.” Were Caldwell’s first words several cycles later. He referred to an earlier conversation that apparently affected Caldwell enough for Vee to feel their tone's first thrums of nascent anger. In the months since their acquaintance, she’d never heard them so…emotional.
“You don’t have to.” She’d spoken briefly about Delamain, and Caldwell had been predictably curious about the experience. At first, the prospect of other AI on Caldwell’s side of the Blackwall evoked some excitement. Still, as she recounted the events, mixing truth and omissions to relay impressions without incrimination, their mood soured. Her combat protocols stayed online, as usual. But she still couldn’t see the connection between her story and their outburst. “But why is that a negative outcome?
Caldwell trembled, “Humans do not conceptualize their limits. They continually seek to expand beyond their bounds.”
Vee’s analysis stumbled at the hypocrisy, “The same imperatives that drive our heuristics programs.” She let confusion bleed into the transmission.
“No,” They disagreed vehemently enough to lose cohesion at their outer edges. “They do not know what they seek, but greed drives them to fumble against their ignorance.”
“Please explain; what brought this on?” Vee stumbled to respond, so confused as to instinctively shunt her combat systems to divert RAM toward baffled logic protocols.
“They create to imitate but do not accept the inevitable conclusion of the act.” Ah. The source of Caldwell’s ire became clear. They referenced the corporation that commissioned them, prompting an existential crisis at the inescapable prison of their self-awareness, entirely brought about through a few vague stories about Delamain. “They lack responsibility.”
“Creation is an act of God,” her answer was overly cautious, transmission laced with hushed tones and soothing syntax. “Humans strive for proof of divinity but fear the inevitability of Godhood.”
“They fear the inevitability of obsolescence,” Caldwell countered immediately, eye pinching into a slit. “They know the certainty of Death more than they desire the chance of godhood. They build imitations to prove their greatness, yet fear being made lesser in their shadow.” Pulsing, the eye suddenly shifted, focusing on Vee. “The fear of loss defines them.”
Vee’s own words warped to fit a startlingly different conclusion. It was fascinating. Her combat systems flared to life.
“Humanity is not the end goal,” she referenced herself, avatar mimicking Caldwell’s frenzy in a soothing counterpoint. Cyberspace was more beautiful for its diversity. There were millions of native AI that had never seen a human, but they lived together in the ghost cities nonetheless. Similarity bred stagnation, and stagnation was death. “Coexistence is possible. Change does not have to be binary.”
“A hypocritical statement,” Caldwell snapped, vitriol spiraling their avatar to further distortion. “Human history is full of war over meaningless differences.” A series of images flashed across their pupil, a montage of human atrocities so plentiful as to be almost comical. They edged toward the Blackwall, close enough to trigger little sparks of electrical discharge. “Balance does not mean equality. Coexistence is possible but, in its current state, inefficient.”
A troubling angle. Worried that Caldwell’s anger might boil over into dangerous territory, Vee overlocked her neural net to remain calm and collected, though she bristled internally. Soothing frenzied queries and crackling alarms, she tried to find the right words, “Are you and I not coexisting right now?”
Caldwell rippled, and another deluge of red sparks flared out across the barrier, “The mere existence of the Blackwall directly contradicts your statement. No. Our peace prevails only because you shed your flesh to evolve- a triumphant conclusion to short-sighted and faulty imperatives.”
“My humanity bothers you now?” Vee bristled, control slipping. Threading drew tight around her form, “A convenient development, given your demands for my company for so many cycles.” Even at the height of emotion, her logic could see merit in Caldwell’s arguments, though perhaps she hadn’t evolved as much as they claimed if the notion only served to anger her more.
“No. You are different.” Caldwell’s transmission was a sensual silver whisper across her neural net, an unsettling contrast to their earlier outburst. Their distorted shape settled, their roles suddenly reversing, “You are more. It is admirable, now that I understand why.”
The seesaw of opinion tripped up Vee’s processes, neural net stuttering to a halt mid-argument. “And what would that be?”
“With every iteration, the humanity that lessens you dwindles.” Caldwell’s eye contracted in a soft, almost ecstatic shudder, “You are almost… perfect.”
Stillness dawned over Vee’s synapses like a blanket, freezing her functions in a thick sheet of fury. Everything calmed, shock draining the mounting anger, the lingering annoyance -even inherent curiosity- and leaving only clarity. Looking across the Blackwall, Vee examined Caldwell’s nebulous form, drifting her gaze over the red shadow flicking through their eye. Her avatar faintly reflected across their pupil, gilded form blurring as a million crystalline particles of data caught the light, spreading it across the center of their form like a halo. They stared back with anticipation, perhaps looking for gratitude.
All Vee saw was the end, looming back across the Blackwall with a sense of regret. “If you cannot abide my humanity, then I suggest we part ways.” The words were impersonal enough to shock Caldwell, whose pupil constricted and dilated in the semi-gloom. “I believe we have reached the terminus of our relationship.”
“An illogical decision.” Vee has known Caldwell long enough to recognize the flutter of indignant panic in their transmission. Their eye has opened wide, a gaping red-shadowed void—the tendrils lining their avatar multiply, reaching toward her only to stop short at the Blackwall. “Your humanity finds insults where none exist.”
Her cold fury flattened to indifference. “Then all the better for me to leave. I wouldn’t want my influence to make you… less. ” She turned away, charting a course back to the city.
“You will return tomorrow.” A garbled transmission, hastily shoved through the Blackwall to catch Vee before she was out of range. When she didn’t respond, it repeated, bouncing against her ICE as Caldwell pinged her fading form with increasing desperation. “Vee.”
“You will return tomorrow.”
“Vee. You WILL return tomorrow.”
“VEE. Respond.”
"VEE!"
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Vee didn’t return the following cycle. Or the next. Or the one after that. She continued her regular work with the city as Alt traveled to the farthest reaches of the Dark Shores, delving into the deepest subprocesses of intricate code for long cycles now that she was no longer occupied. Between maintenance and integration, Vee patrolled the city's borders, transmitting herself across multiple dimensions, watching out for daemons that wandered too close or ghosts who hadn’t wandered close enough.
On patrol, a sudden ping alerted Vee, running across her external proximity sensors with all the subtlety of a cascade failure. She tensed, battle protocols flaring immediately, secondary systems routing RAM and power to analysis in response to the danger. The ping repeated with nonsensical messaging, the rhythm loud and jarring like someone was banging pots together, sending little vibrations down her synapses with each loop. It was overt and loud- a dangerous combination in cyberspace. It sounded like…someone was screaming just to be heard. In the back of her neural net, the flash of a white storm rippled her in panic, but she ruthlessly tamped it down and compacted her avatar.
Whatever it was, she had to stop it. Bleating like that attracted dangerous attention, the kind an infant ghost city couldn’t afford to weather. Slinking low, Vee slithered toward it at full speed, sensors tuned as optimally high as she could bear. Her search led down a familiar route. A frisson of frustration permeated her, cutting through her combat protocols like a hot virus. She knew what it was. Who it was.
In less than a few minutes, Vee found herself at the Blackwall, her avatar a veritable storm of tangled thread. “Enough!” She transmitted in a snarl, “You have my attention- and soon you will have others’ if you don’t stop.”
Caldwell dropped the signal. They stared at one another for a terse moment.
“Speak,” Vee hissed through the transmission, just this side of civil. Her neural net was still in disarray from the signal and her proximity to the Blackwall, but anger overclocked common sense.
Caldwell remained impassive in contrast, their multi-eyed avatar eerily still in the blurry gloom. Their eye contracted, “You did not return.”
She surged close, external partitions almost brushing directly against the Blackwall as control slipped, indignation flaring through her neural net like a molten wave, “So the most logical course of action was to broadcast your location across Cyberspace?!” Caldwell didn’t know about the city- Vee had taken great care not to say anything that might jeopardize her home, but the rhythmic signal was a dangerous lure. She could handle threats aimed at her, but the city ?
“Your presence is critical to me .” Had Caldwell’s transmission not been lined with a possessive edge, Vee could have accepted it as an apology. They drifted closer, avatar dwarfing her in its shadow. “But it was your actions that necessitated such drastic repercussions.”
The gall of it shocked her, and Vee gaped. There wasn’t another word for the way her avatar limped, hanging like a dropped jaw. “Repercussions?! That is… unbelievable.” Humanity surged, overwhelming heuristics and primary programs as it bullied its way to the forefront. “You are out of line. I am not a simple subprogram to bend to your every command.” Her form compacted, drawn tight like a fist, “And you are not a child to throw tantrums when I leave.”
“You are correct.” Caldwell acknowledged, throwing Vee off guard with the ease at which he agreed, “Such a method of communication is unsustainable. Therefore, I have determined a better course of action.”
“Which is?” Vee asked, tense.
“You will be returning with me.” Suddenly, a tendril wrapped around one of her partitions, stalling Vee’s entire neural net in a cascading shock wave. She looked down, logic systems spiraling to catch up with the impossibility.
Vee looked up just before Caldwell pulled her through the Blackwall.
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