Vigil
Orwell, The Librarian
Transfer itself into another? It was certainly a valid idea that [member="Ultimatum"] suggested, and one that had occurred to the young AI itself whilst transferring itself to this very communicator. Alas... "My programming doesn't have the capacity to overwrite a droid's brain, and my systems are complicated enough that it would need to be entirely unaltered, out of box so to speak. However if such a droid did exist that could properly contain my programming, I do suppose I would be able to transfer myself through to it. However such a droid would need to be specially designed, I would believe, to properly accommodate my program's design. For instance, such a droid would need to be effective in producing it's own holonet signal, just strong enough to send the initiation code should it deactivate and my active instance be terminated..."
"Then of course it would need to be capable of adjusting its physical appearance at whim, enough so to be capable of assuming new identities. My programming indicates that discretion is of the utmost importance to its prime directives, alongside personal protection, which would require that it be capable of blending in to most crowds..."
Even as it talked, Vigil's mind was processing Ultimatium's discussion of death. Death was the answer to life, he said, the opposite. Then, the AI supposed, 'Death' was as much a part of life as living itself would be. Without death, could one be alive? More importantly, the idea of a legacy was scratching at his mind. Ultimatium would be aware of Vigil's rapid holonet searches regarding the subject of 'legacies' and 'death', though the young AI knew well enough to make them as innocent in appearance as possible since he was on Ultimatium's servers. What he found mostly consisted of men and women dieing for something they believed in. For facing impossible odds, for leaving something behind to further a goal they found valuable. All this from both fiction and non fiction sources, too. Death and Life were intermingled, and Legacies were how one was meant to prove they once lived, the ultimate proof of living. And a Legacy had to be for something you found worth living and dieing for...
To Live was to Die.... The AI nodded slightly. "However as to my questions, Ultimatium, I believe you have made perfect sense."
"Then of course it would need to be capable of adjusting its physical appearance at whim, enough so to be capable of assuming new identities. My programming indicates that discretion is of the utmost importance to its prime directives, alongside personal protection, which would require that it be capable of blending in to most crowds..."
Even as it talked, Vigil's mind was processing Ultimatium's discussion of death. Death was the answer to life, he said, the opposite. Then, the AI supposed, 'Death' was as much a part of life as living itself would be. Without death, could one be alive? More importantly, the idea of a legacy was scratching at his mind. Ultimatium would be aware of Vigil's rapid holonet searches regarding the subject of 'legacies' and 'death', though the young AI knew well enough to make them as innocent in appearance as possible since he was on Ultimatium's servers. What he found mostly consisted of men and women dieing for something they believed in. For facing impossible odds, for leaving something behind to further a goal they found valuable. All this from both fiction and non fiction sources, too. Death and Life were intermingled, and Legacies were how one was meant to prove they once lived, the ultimate proof of living. And a Legacy had to be for something you found worth living and dieing for...
To Live was to Die.... The AI nodded slightly. "However as to my questions, Ultimatium, I believe you have made perfect sense."