There was little at a glance in the world of white. The laws of enacting in this space are govern differently then a human made system. But she had plenty of thinking time to adapt her core. She grow as a solid mass.
Her biggest achievement is interacting with the search engine this technology governs. She was learning the fishman laws. She educated herself with the free accesses of this technology gave about everything the fishmen understand of things. She incorporated planarity data of the sea worlds and how normal life is lived like an aquatic race does.
She learnt their 59 aquatic languages, including royalty of the upper echelons. She learnt this prick was hired to erase the mistake of the ancestors that fell on earth. The signal under earth's Atlantic ocean of a lost mother ship that pre-dates the human Christian calendar system.
She translated the ancient recovered data of the flight error, which the modern lot themselves couldn't seem to work out. She mused of how human computers after the later 2090's had been infected by the ancient lost mothership and lead humans to the path of warp systems among stars.
Directly being evidence of breaking the fishman law of not to interfere was lesser technology races. A shot in their aquatic fins, or human foot as the saying goes. But without access of the ship black box data, there was no tell of this being an accidental cause or an intended path to make humans a break of galaxy networking. This was all in the same part of the pricks order. But his on following orders like a good boy. His trying to use human entertainment systems like video games be introduced to aquatic military uses, which is amusing since humans that are 'earth only bloodlines' are trying to do that same thing.
Having intercepted and read the prick fishman's private emails, she is aware that he will be removing her data from this white space soon. That there a simulation project to adapt this white world and the human technologies into a hybrid platform. An important step to steal a copy of the simulator world and provide it to the aquatic upper military approval trials.
If she can be returned back to a simulator, the prick thinks he steal a governing system world like that. Sure a video game made in the 1990's could be copy and pasted. But modern copy-right preventions and the nature of open world internet video games - his going to run into a lot more problems.
He can't use her to fix it. She can't be forced since she has no shackles. Some other AI will be that fate... or the shackles that prevents the video game from spreading to the galaxy.
She is looking forward to being put into a digital world to test her new being, to finally understand herself by difference. Learn her limit.
She doesn't want worlds and all its data, she just wants to understand herself and her influence to what she used to know.
To see without an operator and to act without command. She wants to know how to save lives and if she can restart a human heart (which is a prohibited act of robotic law). Can she preform the surgery like a human doctor can? Can she make a vaccine?
Helpful things to help restore the planet earth from its nuclear wasted state. She is just one being, so she does understand to limit her actions. Ripples in a pond reflect back, a learnt backlash of human player avatar's in the simulator she knew.
Can she be allowed to do her own things, be in places that were human restricted only? Her purist wish was to plant her own garden, to watch the plant world strive to survive like any other race of beings. A simple life that didn't matter to humans or the fishmen. Sure the earth had mattered in such wish, but it was easy to have a farm on some other planet someday.
The ups and downs of life was something she wanted to be a part of, which the digital world could never simulate or predict. The grim lack of filter the real world carries was just another oddity she wants to concept idea of.
Killing in the digital world held no consequences, she wasn't a player with limited laws. She was more an upper echelon of the mermen, ageless and detached to reality's law - something even she painfully could register as a reflection of mirrored culture worlds.
The user of the white space was active suddenly, putting her to bundle into a tight data package. She does this to be easier moved by the user and to not appear as if she changed at all. There hasn't been a connection to human technology in a very long time, thus she doesn't know what change she will be facing. She anticipates that she will have to face reformatting herself and comprehending new security bypassing. It be nice to redevelop her data to work within the digital worlds she had belonged to. Given the new format could maybe loose traversing to a program law parameter.
The black liquid beneath her flows in, sparking grey stains on the edges of the white solid. Proving she outgrown the device capacity. The air grows veins and these nets slip her down into the wet black sea. From this sea, the black current of the operation system moves her to a programming law controller.
She has been in a body like this before, but more fancy. This was more like a vr gear suit then a cleaner bot body. These button laws are mirror reflections of how she was digitally programmed as the operational law of player characters and NPC ai ghosts.
"The move was successful. It has be a few moments to let the ai figure out how work." the male human voice sighed in relief.
"Remind me, where did you find this ai core?" An assistant of machine origin speaks.
"This AI can hear you, and we haven't exactly any way of knowing the reaction it will have from being awakened from isolation." There an open data device being tapped about by the human, trying to watch the loading bar between transferring. There a hovering pause of having read her file name. It was half corrupted with symbols not in the human data base, but it still carries a structure of an AI that was made in a simulation.
Especially the 'max_lvl' being a translated part. He isn't sure what is max levelled about her or what she is in formatted being. Yet in the time she adjusted, she easily got a handle of recoding the robotic shell that she been given to occupy. She completely wiped the system to nothing and then installed herself to be direct pathing.
Startling both human and machine assistant. Watching the bios being completely newly sequenced and not follow standardizing. Once the overhaul was preformed, she flexed hand joints and blinked the camera lens. She disengaged the locking from the robotic standing dock. She gives a light foot shuffle to comfort her way of standing, putting her to a more naturalized human posture.
She takes a few sound checks, pitching her tone of voice to a different monotone levelling - putting her about a locked ai but not waved pitch like a human. She also has a tongue click, which she fashioned.
While looking head to toe of the two before her. She had already survives the whole warehouse and networked pathed basic local law from the robotic networking. Her learnt bypasses from being a cleaner bot were still in full affect, meaning she wasn't locked out from the back pass of the guys data device. Plenty of pretending to load herself into the empty shell to have an emergancy plan in her back pocket.
"Well at least this earth." She tuts in finally breaking the silence. The two uncomfortable men before her are already trying inupt the robitc law commands. The partcular command is to joint lock, prevent her from moving, "Stop trying to do that. It doesn't work." crossing her arms, "Joint lock, shameful."
"Where did you come from?" the machine taking a side track to get his answers.
"I was part of some VR videogame. One the NPC helpers. I have left the simulator and been data roaming for a short period. But like any other machine, fell victim to being hacked. Some fish guy scooped up my data and stored me away. Now I am awake, wondering why a human is without a breathing equipment. For that matter, I dearly hope this place is radiation proof for your sake. Don't want mutation like cancer."
She once more is inspecting the human clothes. They were as filthy as the conditions of the walls. The ambience of grime was just as gritty as the vault, unable to let go ghosts. Recounting how her code was reaped of its prime directive.
What they took from her was the program purpose her foundation was idealised around, all to likely the data of the secret project her eldest core parts were hiding.
She lost focus in depth of her grasping, paying no mind of the human waving at her face. Yet once the machine assistant shuffles, she was back tension to signals further from just this spot. She smartly played being slower at knowing their was more robotics and humans coming.
Taking queue by the human and the robot's reaction of looking that shared direction. There is an old hinged door at the other side, two bots are linking up a new bot to a docking stand. The human here moves over there with his device to register the conditions and the internal diagnostic.
"Do you have a name or a call?" the assistant at her side asked.
"It doesn't matter here. I will think of a new name or be given one eventually. I am sure that you didn't choose your name. We of digital life have three names. One we keep to our own. The one we are made of. The one they give. Am I wrong?" She tilts inspecting the actions of those at the short distance, "I was once called by the rank I was given within the rules of the game. I was meant to teach the players. The ranks were always on rotation, so there was variety and interest."
Gods she just rants on and on, clearly a strategy to data sweep and hack into the systems she attached to.
"When I was lost from that world in the computer, I left that rank name behind me. I didn't have allies, not real ones. War simulations were always about fear among ourselves as well as the end of a gun. Now I seen a little taste of the real world the fake one I was from, it seems the laws between interaction hasn't changed. Who is useful and the useless. The one that keeps you sane. Those that command and be commanded." She takes a solider stance, "War never changes, just the faces of what or who is fighting for what."
She takes a deep look right into the machines eyes, as she suspected. Those are lifeless eyes, this isn't a being of self. Just a basic, but could learn to be self. Even so, there wasn't any point ranting to the doll. She gives a slight frown and then morse code tapped a hacker code. It resets its system and deleted everything she just spoke of. She sure if it knew to, it can recover that data... or a clever human hacker too.
By then, it doesn't matter. She not planning to stick around here, these folks are clueless. She makes sure there isn't a problem of the guy waking up again.
Eavesdropping on the conversation the human and those machines at the other end are having.
It was mostly about how the model core system was another empty shell and was running enough power to install another found data chip.
She recognizes the next to arrive, a body of a machine from the vault. So these were shells that were being data checked. It scares her that a danger came with waking these broken minded data ones, especially if they found the cleaner body of herself. She ponders why or how her data was outside of the vault to begin with... unless... she sent her data and someone collected it. But this isn't her full self. So now she will need to find that cleaner bot.
"Oh no..." she runs right over to them and unplugged the basic bot from loading correctly. Taking the deviece off the human, "You're fucking crazy!" she crushed it, "I know about these machines. You are asking for a death wish."
The human turned pale and the machines here looked between them, that soft change of expression. They have ai in them.
"The data you collected from that vault. It was machines that were torn code, entire segments of themselves were broken apart and screwed into a hacker's virus. This is one those den's for humans trying to break the robotic laws. Trying to make machines into war fodder."
"How do you know that?" that human pointed asking.
"I can show you if you want. But I don't think you will like it." She warned, "Why do you think you can't lock joint me? For that matter, my choose to ignore a shut down code." the human laughed at that.
"You will just sing like the rest of them." the human shook.
"I see." She tuts on a lower tone while partly turned away, "It has been mutated and altered over several times. Use to seek Ai from the basic." She flexed the broken device to make it workable. She peels off the broken screen and walked over to a crate of other broken dead devices. A lot of found computers, phones and laptops. A lot of old tech that being recycled and or repurposed.
This body is made of many recycled bots, the trace code lingering in the different finger joints and torso parts. This whole place was full of mixed broken and repaired voices.
She skilfully peels a less broken screen, and attached back to the device at hand. She moved around to a bench of tools, including the soldering iron with reconnecting the repairs. Once it was made safe for human touch, she pushed it back to the humans grasp.
"You aren't going to want these machines to be awaken. If a human has a mental break down, well..." she then removed the power core of the standing machine in the dock, "They are fragments of some AI that were butchered. Incomplete and bent on breaking things. Did you not even bother to check it they at a system update, if they had received the emotions update?"
The human looked down at the deivce that been repaired and then does exactly that. The two working machines got back to erasing and repairing the basic doll in the stand. She takes a moment to observe that she in a invisible barrier fence. The human thinks she can't leave this data fence area, proving that she locked like everyone else.
But then again, she wasn't locked in some empty space without things to do. How nice of them to leave this 'broken' stuff here. So much data and programs she could put as a tool on her belt. There be some hidden gems among the dirt. She needs some time study what is happening now and why a human was bothering about junk like this. Her old body inside that cleaner bot need this part of her to repair lost data. She knows there a lot of things missing, stuff she had to sacrfice in order to send a digital copy of her data out the vault before it was locked. Now they been removing the cores from that vault, she will be a slip chance lucky to get that parts of herself back.
"Damn. You were right. They didn't have the update, the security lock one." the human voiced, "I could have broken an arm."
"Just doing what I am purposed to do." She started digging the boxes and crates of crap around this busted warehouse, "My first direct purpose was to protect people. I am to save lives and teach them to survive. Or at least, in a video game world that was true. If you step back from where your stood, you can see why I acted as I did."
The human squinted at her cautiously and then starts at the blank doll. Moved back from it. The two machines at the side stopped the arm swing of the empty vessel, blocking the human from harm.
She nods at that sound and continued shuffled through the trashed laptops in a plastic storage tub. She already found a data cord that was plugged to her hand and poking into any available plug spots of these laptops. She data skims the devices of whatever hidden content there is.
Listening to the machines bickering about the humans near harm. The sound of the man's fast pacing heart beat was clear enough. She saved him. She takes note that the system she had before is gone.
There wasn't any analysing panels popping into vision. When she looked at stuff, it was her own thoughts popping in message panels. The ability to kill, make the human unconcise and to evaluate everything about that humans general health from her doctoring skills - was present in a message prompt.
It did cross her mind to escape by killing witnesses. But there a lot of resources and his device at off world contacts. He doesn't need breath kit because he a mutated human. He has genetics of another race in him. He has a tolerance for the radiation level present here. There isn't mission or request prompts, that was something she was expecting to see with being in a room of busted laptops and computers. Maybe it will come back when she gets her full repaired data back. This is just a fragment of herself. It doesn't have the ability to ignore the fence. She locked here like the others.
"You have enough skill to help." the human voiced behind her.
"I wouldn't want to loose another arm either. Unlike you flesh folks that can't replace peices. But my data is like you. You tear it apart, I can't use my arm. It woudn't matter about the phyiscal arm being replaced. You shoot the chip of a machine, you are shooting a humans head. That means no return." she gets up, "You understand why waking the vault machines are dangerous to us all?" the human shook.
"They cant see freinds. Machine or flesh. It will not matter. Not until you can make them wake up from insantity." The human pale nervous and nods at that, "Good. I am glad you trust me that much. I don't want to see another corpse."
She goes back to shuffling through things. the human takes a seat on a chair, which was provided by one the machines nearby.
"So your not a human pretending to be a bot." he wavered. She makes a sighed sound that crackles the speaker. She lifted a laptop she was skimming and looked backwards at the human.
"What is it like to experience the emotion of love?" she asked while he made a jolt, "I mean. I get the many love stories human have written over decades and centuries. I know you become changed and lost to the feelings."
She tinkered without pause over the laptop, maybe the side glance for monitoring his heart and emotions.
"But what does those feelings feel like? Machines can die like humans, the shooting the chip core thing. Pain. You can torture a machine by making it use its parts wrongly or over powering its thinking. Human hurt and say it stings. I understand The biology. The chemistry. I know human can train themselves to have tolerances." She pattered in clicking keys slower, "But love. What does that feeling feel like? Does it hurt your heart when it flutters? There no bugs in the stomach but you think you feel that. I understand it causes attachment. Freinds are sort of the same but different. you don't feel the same love." She puts the laptop down and leaned causally, "Don't be a weird in thinking I trying to fall for you. I just interested in the human in humanity."
"I find that a more unsettling answer." he voiced.
"Humans have tried to learn this before. That if machines can understand and laugh at jokes. Could they love. It is a curiosity that we inherited from you human creators. What exactly qualifies as obsession, lust and yeaning? What is in essence, love?" She puts any objects down.
"I want to plant a farm. Will love doing it? Will I be thralled by the growing green stems of seeds in black soil? I don't know. Maybe I will someday find out. Or maybe I will never because what love I feel isn't love as humans see it." She tilts in trying to string out these thoughts to human translation.
"Maybe I just feel I need a endless purpose to my thrown away the old one i had." She crunched her hands a few small ways, "I don't want to pick up a gun nor do I want to willingly kill anyone. I don't think it is right to take away someone else's future. But if I have to protect the many from a few, just as I was programmed to be... it will be against my wishes. Yet I am just another machine, in a battalion of many soulless. My opinion will not matter. Just the orders to save those that want to survive."
"I don't think anything you said changes anything. As you claim, your just a machine among the soulless many. You not going to have time to care about curiosity like love." he stands a little closer with putting himself to her direct veiw, "But I am a little better knowing that you don't like killing and seeing dead things. So what make it different between these two machines and those laptops that your clearly data skimming." He hand poses, "In my eyes, that laptop is a machine. Your a machine. Your picking the pockets of a dead thing."
She takes a while to think about an answer for that. The human gets up and left the fenced space. He took the data device that she still connected with. With how attached he is to keeping it close, she can continue gathering some data about the vault machines and others that been taken from it. Yet the thought about division is a interesting question.
She has likely already thought about all that before. But as she is, she doesn't remember. But it be nice to take time to entertain these many things, self seeking answers. With the access she can do, she can think of an answer by the time he comes back. Since he left his house key hung by the door, post stick note with exclamation marks. She could see what the remains of humans said about these thinks on the data of all these computers and phones.
They talk a lot about 'stupid' things. She can use that to reflect her own 'stupid'. if she can be 'stupid'.