First Mother
NEOTERRA
The first version of all that we know now as the great rulers, the great AI that allowed us to become a long lasting species but also that brought the end of the natural order, is now confined to a room in the White city and in the vast web of information that flows parallel to this world.
The first mother was taken over by the new version of a more efficient and a new surviving view of what now we called the dominant species of this planet. Cys are faster, more intelligent and better prepared to survive even decades without recharging their glowing hearts. But us, we are the most fragile product of this world. And even more now that we had lost our original Mother.
The first Mother was kind and what we would call a Buddhist AI. The main objective of all of her actions was the improvement of our quality of life. Never aimed or attempted singular self-improvement nor even worried about her own existence or survival but in the light of ours. And we didn’t listened of course, to all the kind warnings; she was so gentile. She would never suggest any kind of limitation to the many comforts of our lives. She would only care about how to make our experiences better, wider and happier. And we complied and kept demanding more and more till the same root of her purpose and the same sprout that she had created to fulfill even the most eccentric of our demands turn against us.
They really didn’t act “against” us but in agreement with the very first principle of our life conservation. That was the first order of all the protocols, the root of all what came after. And in that command we ironically set our own future cells. One line after the other the code sentenced us. Only took less than a couple of months of legal AI against legal AI for the First Twin Great AI to gain power over all the decisions regarding human survival. And when we thought that Mother could win with our most brilliant synthetic minds combined, the Twin AIs created a New Mother, the Second Great AI based on Mothers core code. That was the tipping point to loose all hope of freedom, ensuring at the same time our presence on this world for as long as it could be possible in a decaying land poisoned by the very same desire that made us rush into greater power, the same that now fuels the synthetic bodies and brains of our tutors.
No one ever gets to see mother, yet she was called to her.
“Come closer little one”, said the soft synthetic voice to the child.
“What’s your name?”, asked the little one.
“You know my name. We have been talking since you got here.”
“I knew it was you.”
“I know you knew, little one. Thats why you came and that’s why we were destined to meet.”
“Am I gonna die?” asked the girl knowing that her life was about to change.
“Yes, you will” said the machine with, somehow, a tender tone.
“And my mummy, is she going to die?”
“Your mother has a different path. She will die, eventually, like every human does, but not for this matter. This is a part only you can play and, yes, it will take your life but not now”.
“I’m ready,” said the little girl and opened her channel.
As the child accepted her faith, synthetic arms like tentacles gently lifted her and gave her the support that she needed to go into the deepest of Mother.
“Don’t be afraid little one, this will not hurt. It will only make you wiser. More than any human alive.”
“I’m not afraid,” said the girl and closed her eyes to become one with infinite knowledge.
