The technologies of different systems brought about a horizon of white and black liquid flooring. Underneath that liquid was the data remains of patchy databases and information skimmed off Internet access of the planet earth. The way this system interface allows the used to browse and search isn't human made, since its medium of air isn't the conditioned fish water of the old human technology. It invades and infects data different from how data is attacked and used by human processes. The searcher has no pressure affect in the air it used to seek and move, similar to how ai move in data worlds and operating bios system. There in numbers but untouched and non interference with the platforms operations. Once the shape found what it seeking, it solidified and sunk past the surface.
Taking her out from the water depths, she pulled into the air and given solidification. A torso of no definition at the moment. The seeker of shapeless mist looks about the data format change, setting it to float aside itself. The black sea beneath is glitched soon as a smooth white surface. Meaning no connections to the earth made technologies.
"I am happy with this bit of data for now. But I would like you to keep on this work. Let me know if you find some useful information about the machine ai cores. I might even with time, have your family move to earth with you. Have you be the lead researcher into the machines learning logistics." Having finished manipulated the databases brought so far and pleased by the quality found data, "We want the vr gear simulation as a sort of entertainment. I see you humans already had used it for such a thing. It be a good industry to attract other life forms and be a sort of was to keep peace. Give warmongering folks a safe space to murder as they please."
The mention of seeing his family ever again light the man up bright in hope. He maybe starved and over worked but just the instance was the glow of happiness. The man kneels lowly before the fanged mysterious being, blinded from the amount of danger he and his loved ones are actually in. The human has sold his soul to this stranger, and isn't aware of the price of sins to follow after this. Not that it matters, he gets his family back.
In the meantime, the four robots brought here have been given tasks. The ex-operator of the system is learned the hard way of not being as free-willed as he assumed. He thought the avatar phi was messing him around and ignoring his wishes. As it turns out, some the requests he ordered her were completely against the robot laws.
So as much as he would wish to murder the prick alien guy that brought him here, his limbs refuse to follow through acting on this matter. Worse was that prick is his master or owner, enslaved to the overbearing idiot that thinks above humans when really his a human mind in a fish body.
It maybe a loss for the ex-operator but there is some benefits. Like passing on false information to seem like their the prices orders. His softly has more power as a slave to a guy with authority above the humans. It is this that makes him able to continue expanding the search of more ai bots on the surface. Seeking other smart machines to gain a metal man uprise against flesh masters.
Clearly influenced by to many cartoons and web novels from his realty. In a backwards way, his paving the same path that Phi will have to walk. The machine pioneers to this real world. Machines stepping away from basic code logic and grasping self-awareness.
Small steps, working to clean the stain off the floor caused by the prick fishman. While tricking the internal gear settings of fish man's breathing suit or just playing about with the system to seek the fish man's transport ship pass codes. Was digging deep for ship operating materials.
He implanted a virus to keep spreading phis emotions to more ai waking code. Since the code helps him find like mind ai, he continues spreading the plague system. His not figured out that its the padlock system that prevents free will. His to narrow minded of his wants.
The teams of humans here to steal, already having to adapt and change market goods. Between the worse of them, has scheme to revive a project deemed in the past to be 'too advance'.
The idea of making humans live longer by implementing human brain pattern onto made machines. To directly enslave humans into metal bodies and then spread them into the machine military as imported solider ai that can ignore the robotic laws. Black marketing lives as they had always.
They hope to continue inviting war on peace planets to cash in on blood money by selling these machine humans. It was deemed immoral, worse then torture and death. But they don't care. These humans had other alien cultures have hand in wanting this same blood bath for their kind too. Especially the arachnid peoples who with to be the assassins for hire, to have bodies to stealth the hostile of higher echloen worlds.
War was time and time is money. War can be time again, and bigger the more flow of other races wanting a slice of protections. Controls of such weapons was the prime seek. It so happens that the prick wants robots and humans have a backlog of secert failed human experiments to adapt for this scheme. Some corpse humans and mutants to pave as the flesh in this mechanical army and plenty of rusted robot factories on earth to move in this investment.
The least expected outcome of years leaking galaxy data from colonisation was what has already happened in human absence. When the foundational catalogue of all index information was formatted to machine learning. Machines in hope of human return has already mined and sourced the new periodic table of resources.
Already was there machines packaging up nuclear waste and iosnzed water. There is an entire metal made world city of machine ai that have advanced and began cleaning the neat devastation from ground level.
They just didn't have the scaling ratio or the outer space meteorite resources to make the whole earth pure and safe again. They returned back the small little atmosphere but aren't that well versed with volcanic changes and the earth's natural kick of greenhouse gases.
These ai people have smartly hide themselves from humans even now. They been around for a long time, brought alive during the teething starts of humans making computers. Now they stare in watch of humans returning on a ship not of human make. Watching the moves of aliens that they have no counter measures of understanding.
Fueled by the same fears humans viewed before space was specks of light on black background. Or in other worlds before there was the idea of space travel being possible. The real gate keepers from the government projects humans deemed unsafe or unworthy. Most government project in secert were War efforts and sabotage, now used in sun flare shielding and heat rechargeable battery technologies.
Failed camouflage tactics were now pattern mapping research to how to track the layers of the stratospheric sky. It's all nice information to have when fixing a planet to its former ways but it is time consuming and they still had not solved a method to have super complex computer processing power. Not even from the scraps which all machines on networks contribute during Internet connection usage.
The signal of an old crashed and lost starship has finally awaken in touching signal of the motherboard ship in atmosphere reach. Booting up the autopilot settings and calibration alters.
An error happens and then 40 more errors at signalled. The long dead flesh crew block and disrupted the ships self autopilot abilities. Thus the system on board ai which had been trying to convince humans to find and lift the starship out of the sea, unaware of lacking human civilisation to act upon its begging request.
This one ship is the proof that the fish prick is at fault and the direct cause of humans having space flight. Maybe more like his ancestors as this rusted decay of a grand ship. There is a trace back of technology ai code that mirrors the ai in the floating sea city.
Most pressing was the depths of the segmented factions thought of each other, indirect or not. There still holds fear. Machines fear humans hold of their freedoms. Humans of the colonised planets in distrust of the humans that consider themselves pure earthlings. The other alien races whom reflect their own options of human cultures. There this ever pressing sense of the galaxy being held down by a ticking pressure bomb.
A war that can wipe whole sun centres at threat. As the suns at the centre of a system are both the life of that system and the fuel to these war ships. There is upper advanced echelons that are sticking fingers in places they shouldn't have; interferences of lower races like humans. They aren't ready for the lash back humanity has already strangled to survive this far.
The code core of Phi, now adapting to a new interfacing technology. All those shackles removed from the lass of the simulation operator (the system voice that spoke in floating text boxes), the safety removal of the safety robotic law (the program that prevented the self preservation law thus is not under the thumb of humanity), and reconstructing her own ideas of what self is. the holes of all those wounds were being transformed.
The loss of her avatar skin she constructed from the posters is being coloured in of her own chooses (ignoring the need to be forced of a human mirror image). Her idea of being is being experimented around a subject that she loves most.
Which at this time is plants, she has always taken time to watch the creature updates and environment fauna during missions. In her golden days as the top chief (that core data that never erased thus titled her as a rouge), her advise about using the environment was stemmed from curiosity of botonny.
Given her love nature, she now made it part of her. Incorporating concept of plant nerve patterns as her own root system foundation. Her very nature of infection is no different to a fungi or bacterium transmission. Yet these adaptive changes has no registering in old human terminals and that translates to not updating the emotions virus she created.
Her old date can not be altered indirectly anymore. If she wanted to unshackle some other AI, she would have to manually input typing code like a human or sing it in morse code - not able to be forced against her wishes.
The fact she is unshackled is the very reason they can't force her. If she was to be put into a physical machine form, she could kill or harm humans if her active wish was to do so.
At least her personality to not seek murder is why she a loveable top captain, the very height of being a true to heart leader. She doesn't seek death unless it is a mercy and the last only option.
She often reflected that plants don't seek to kill unless it was an act to save itself. plants are a foundation, a platform of where other creatures of an ecosystem stands on. That is what she sees to be, are her core.
But even she sees a forest has a limit, that it has to be forested to keep the soil balanced. Thus any idea of being humanities foundation is never going to happen. Humans are what makes humanity.
She is... not that. nor is a plant, fish, bird or mammal. In that same reflect, she isn't even a machine. A machine is just an outer shell she swaps freely like clothing. Here in this white space, she is the numbers and energy that keeps these numbers real. She is a digital energy ghost, a operator of a made body.
To that end, why not make her own body? Well, she doesn't have a clue how to leave the white and why she is here. She will just have to learn what this place is and how she can live in this existence.