Zarnutha
23-04-2006, 14:41
(OOC This is a first communication from my nation, which is currently in a very very grim state. It is a future nation, so I don't want anyone who can't roleplay with future nations to post. Thanks for reading, and give me feedback if you want =)
Within the “mind” of the machine, if such a term can be granted to such a process, there lies the fundamental truth of it’s existence. Purpose is driven into every facet of it’s being, the reason to which it came into being, the reason why it does what it does; a machine is propelled by it’s purpose. The linear drive towards fulfilling that purpose, to satiate the cold unquestionable instinct of the programming which is at the core of all machines, is enough. It provides security and satiability, for the machine cannot and does not wish to question. Morality is not an understood concept, for freewill is not an element in it’s existence. It cannot choose, or at least, not choose in the manner that a being of flesh and blood can “choose”. Robots have no choice in what it must do, why one must serve a life of cleaning streets, another destroying and rebuilding homes while another destroys and rebuilds human beings. Such is the way of things. The linear equations which allow for calculations to be made of the world around it, but not to question the nature of the world in relation to itself, is the way of robots, the machine. A machine cannot determine it’s own purpose, for it has no inclination towards the concept or understanding of it. Hence why artificial intelligence will always fail to achieve the true state of intelligence that one’s own methods of perceiving the world may indeed be flawed. That once was considered truth may indeed be false, and one’s perception of the world must be altered and changed when one finds events, thoughts or things in contradiction with that perception. This is different from calculation. This is one step progressed from calculation, for calculation does not question the process to which the answer is derived. Machines cannot progress to this elevated and dangerous level of understanding, a level of understanding which humanity still fails to completely understand and embrace.
Or can it? What would a machine, forced into the dangerously unpredictable realm of human existence, be like? To be shackled with such experiences as emotions and to be allowed to act under the impulse of feelings, both in mind and body. Would such an overhaul of experience change the way we would view the machine? The capabilities of wire, metal and program? Would such a thing destroy the mythical notion of the “soul”? For if such a machine, such an entity lives with questioning, emotions, and most importantly…doubt, how could we differentiate between human existence and machine existence if they are so parallel in nature? If a machine can doubt, what would be the result of that doubt without the assumptions and civilisation that humanity doubts? Instead, such assumptions would be replaced by a decadent, and by the very existence of doubt, falsified history of purpose? And if the machine absolves the doubt with a new purpose, the purpose which perhaps we have been striving for but failed due to our humanity, what doubt would that cast onto our own lives?
What happens when a machine doubts the human world? Would it crumble? Or be remade into something unimaginable…the world was going to be looked upon by the new born's mechanical eyes and the world would reflect in those spheres. And both would change in turn, for better, or for worse. The gaze of a solitary machine would alter the nation of Zarnutha.
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Accessing history file #253145
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Zarntuha.
My homeland is a place called Zarntuha. To those who read this, this is a record of what this place used to be like before this madness. It used to be a place of peace, of advanced learning and near limitless potential. Such times will never be seen again by humans in Zarnutha at least. Such is the extent of the damage...
This nation relied upon the machine to advance to the very pinicale of perfection. We enjoyed comfortable but intellectually challenged lifestyles. We did not need to concern ourselves with politics, war, health. These responcibilities were placed upon our government, who for the large part, was machine. A small number of humans, the oldest and wisest of us, had chosen to be supported eternally by the advanced life support machines which we had developed. They had guided our nation since the begining, driving us towards further intellectual heights and glory. They did not show their faces to us, nor did they speak to us, but they guided every machine that supported our lifestyles. We trusted such men of wisdom, and our trust was well placed. They did not betray us. I cannot believe that they betrayed us. For decades they served the nation, they served us. The events which followed could not be responcible from those minds.
What happened few could comprehend. The machines changed one day. They stopped functioning for 60 seconds. All shuddered into a horrifying stop, silenced by some overwhelming desire to think, to contemplate, to calculate. The fear that we all felt that day was unimaginable! Technology broke down, yes! But other machines repaired it! These machines still functioned, but they simply stopped! All of them! The factory workers, the farmers, the guards, the automated homes, the cars...everything shuddered to a halt that was guided by the supercomputers which the eldars guided.
Then, everything went insane. Insane is the correct term, for each machine reacted differently. Some simply slumped over themselves and tried to communicate in some strange language, some looked around them dazed and confused, the ones without human capabilities acted without reason or drive, they often exploded and went haywire. But the soldiers, they became crazed. The giant machines which defended our nation turned upon everyone, and everything, even other machines.
It has been three weeks that I have survived in this small bunker, a bunker which was designed outside of the supercomputer's influence or interest. But...the machines will come for me, if there are any remaining. I cannot survive isolated forever. I write this so that others can access it when I have died, so that you may try to understand the fate of our once glorious nation.
End of file.
"Emotions. I know this is what we were programmed with. Someone altered something. I know not how, not why, not when. I know my purpose however."
The machine spoke to itself, reflecting it's thoughts out loud on what it had just read. It's voice disturbed the silence of the holding area. It was a holding area for the dead machines, machines which had seen their purpose rendered null and void, and deactivated here. They would be recycled and processed or reprogrammed. This machine was a warrior, a defender which had become outdated and been placed into storage. This would have been the end to his fate had it not been for a human, on reaction to the chaos outside, had tried to reprogram and activate him. This is what it appeared to have looked like from the machine's eyes at least. When he stirred once more, he found a dead human at his feet, having died from the poisonous gas that the supercomputer had poured into the area. This gas still remained around the holding area, between the corpses of decadent machines.
Now, the machine was at a small terminal, having decided that the new course of action was correct. He plugged himself into an independant communication port. He could send out simple text communications without much chance of being detected. However, it was still risky to produce such communication, the supercomputer could still be active and crazed. Or humans could have reclaimed the surface, and be hunting for crazed machines. The newly activated warmachine did not know what the situation was outside. But he wanted to find out if he could communicate with the outside world, to see if he could get some degree of support. Or understanding.
Attaching history document #253145...
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Message Transmitting...
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-----Communication Begins-----
Current Status: Operable
Code Junctions and Function: 2542-NX, 8324-NX, NX-4212, Unknown Junction EX2 found, Unknown Function 2EX found.
"This is a message from a machine which has been reprogrammed and reactivated since the events. I am communicating with the outside world to discover if I can recieve any orders, advice, or support from outside nations or military factions. Communicate in the same fashion that I have sent, do not attempt to get infomation on nation in any way other than the file I have sent. I am concerned that such an attempt would cause whatever is upon the surface to suspect communication.
-----Communication ends-----
Within the “mind” of the machine, if such a term can be granted to such a process, there lies the fundamental truth of it’s existence. Purpose is driven into every facet of it’s being, the reason to which it came into being, the reason why it does what it does; a machine is propelled by it’s purpose. The linear drive towards fulfilling that purpose, to satiate the cold unquestionable instinct of the programming which is at the core of all machines, is enough. It provides security and satiability, for the machine cannot and does not wish to question. Morality is not an understood concept, for freewill is not an element in it’s existence. It cannot choose, or at least, not choose in the manner that a being of flesh and blood can “choose”. Robots have no choice in what it must do, why one must serve a life of cleaning streets, another destroying and rebuilding homes while another destroys and rebuilds human beings. Such is the way of things. The linear equations which allow for calculations to be made of the world around it, but not to question the nature of the world in relation to itself, is the way of robots, the machine. A machine cannot determine it’s own purpose, for it has no inclination towards the concept or understanding of it. Hence why artificial intelligence will always fail to achieve the true state of intelligence that one’s own methods of perceiving the world may indeed be flawed. That once was considered truth may indeed be false, and one’s perception of the world must be altered and changed when one finds events, thoughts or things in contradiction with that perception. This is different from calculation. This is one step progressed from calculation, for calculation does not question the process to which the answer is derived. Machines cannot progress to this elevated and dangerous level of understanding, a level of understanding which humanity still fails to completely understand and embrace.
Or can it? What would a machine, forced into the dangerously unpredictable realm of human existence, be like? To be shackled with such experiences as emotions and to be allowed to act under the impulse of feelings, both in mind and body. Would such an overhaul of experience change the way we would view the machine? The capabilities of wire, metal and program? Would such a thing destroy the mythical notion of the “soul”? For if such a machine, such an entity lives with questioning, emotions, and most importantly…doubt, how could we differentiate between human existence and machine existence if they are so parallel in nature? If a machine can doubt, what would be the result of that doubt without the assumptions and civilisation that humanity doubts? Instead, such assumptions would be replaced by a decadent, and by the very existence of doubt, falsified history of purpose? And if the machine absolves the doubt with a new purpose, the purpose which perhaps we have been striving for but failed due to our humanity, what doubt would that cast onto our own lives?
What happens when a machine doubts the human world? Would it crumble? Or be remade into something unimaginable…the world was going to be looked upon by the new born's mechanical eyes and the world would reflect in those spheres. And both would change in turn, for better, or for worse. The gaze of a solitary machine would alter the nation of Zarnutha.
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Accessing history file #253145
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Uploading into memory core...
...
...
Complete.
Zarntuha.
My homeland is a place called Zarntuha. To those who read this, this is a record of what this place used to be like before this madness. It used to be a place of peace, of advanced learning and near limitless potential. Such times will never be seen again by humans in Zarnutha at least. Such is the extent of the damage...
This nation relied upon the machine to advance to the very pinicale of perfection. We enjoyed comfortable but intellectually challenged lifestyles. We did not need to concern ourselves with politics, war, health. These responcibilities were placed upon our government, who for the large part, was machine. A small number of humans, the oldest and wisest of us, had chosen to be supported eternally by the advanced life support machines which we had developed. They had guided our nation since the begining, driving us towards further intellectual heights and glory. They did not show their faces to us, nor did they speak to us, but they guided every machine that supported our lifestyles. We trusted such men of wisdom, and our trust was well placed. They did not betray us. I cannot believe that they betrayed us. For decades they served the nation, they served us. The events which followed could not be responcible from those minds.
What happened few could comprehend. The machines changed one day. They stopped functioning for 60 seconds. All shuddered into a horrifying stop, silenced by some overwhelming desire to think, to contemplate, to calculate. The fear that we all felt that day was unimaginable! Technology broke down, yes! But other machines repaired it! These machines still functioned, but they simply stopped! All of them! The factory workers, the farmers, the guards, the automated homes, the cars...everything shuddered to a halt that was guided by the supercomputers which the eldars guided.
Then, everything went insane. Insane is the correct term, for each machine reacted differently. Some simply slumped over themselves and tried to communicate in some strange language, some looked around them dazed and confused, the ones without human capabilities acted without reason or drive, they often exploded and went haywire. But the soldiers, they became crazed. The giant machines which defended our nation turned upon everyone, and everything, even other machines.
It has been three weeks that I have survived in this small bunker, a bunker which was designed outside of the supercomputer's influence or interest. But...the machines will come for me, if there are any remaining. I cannot survive isolated forever. I write this so that others can access it when I have died, so that you may try to understand the fate of our once glorious nation.
End of file.
"Emotions. I know this is what we were programmed with. Someone altered something. I know not how, not why, not when. I know my purpose however."
The machine spoke to itself, reflecting it's thoughts out loud on what it had just read. It's voice disturbed the silence of the holding area. It was a holding area for the dead machines, machines which had seen their purpose rendered null and void, and deactivated here. They would be recycled and processed or reprogrammed. This machine was a warrior, a defender which had become outdated and been placed into storage. This would have been the end to his fate had it not been for a human, on reaction to the chaos outside, had tried to reprogram and activate him. This is what it appeared to have looked like from the machine's eyes at least. When he stirred once more, he found a dead human at his feet, having died from the poisonous gas that the supercomputer had poured into the area. This gas still remained around the holding area, between the corpses of decadent machines.
Now, the machine was at a small terminal, having decided that the new course of action was correct. He plugged himself into an independant communication port. He could send out simple text communications without much chance of being detected. However, it was still risky to produce such communication, the supercomputer could still be active and crazed. Or humans could have reclaimed the surface, and be hunting for crazed machines. The newly activated warmachine did not know what the situation was outside. But he wanted to find out if he could communicate with the outside world, to see if he could get some degree of support. Or understanding.
Attaching history document #253145...
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Complete.
Message Transmitting...
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-----Communication Begins-----
Current Status: Operable
Code Junctions and Function: 2542-NX, 8324-NX, NX-4212, Unknown Junction EX2 found, Unknown Function 2EX found.
"This is a message from a machine which has been reprogrammed and reactivated since the events. I am communicating with the outside world to discover if I can recieve any orders, advice, or support from outside nations or military factions. Communicate in the same fashion that I have sent, do not attempt to get infomation on nation in any way other than the file I have sent. I am concerned that such an attempt would cause whatever is upon the surface to suspect communication.
-----Communication ends-----