NationStates Jolt Archive

The LOKI Intelligence branch was to be congradulated. Except for the fact that they didn't exist, apart from a brief mention in a transmission which also did not exist.

In any case, their job had been done. The information on the Red Mafia having Kraven disks had been accurate, and several of those disks had been bought. They had been brought here, to this research facility in the middle of nowhere.

That much Sarah Jane Smith knew. The rest, she had been informed, she would be filled in on as it became relevant to her. The truck stopped in the middle of a dirt road, with nothing in sight except a small shack. One of the two Purifiers riding with Sarah Jane led her to the shack, where she was asked to place her cell phone, PDA, and Strawberry in a metal tray, and to change into a flimsy white thing, vaguely resembling something one might wear at a medical checkup, but with the thankful addition of a back, and rather tighter. She complied, but asked why as soon as she got back out to the truck.

"Technology exclusion zone," said the Purifier, "We can't risk anybody smuggling any type of computerized object in."

Sarah Jane noticed, first with surprise, and then with some appreciation, that the Purifiers were similarly garbed. Granted, their outfits seemed considerably thicker, and could probably stop a bullet, but still, if someone didn't trust the Purifiers, whatever was here had to be incredibly important, and dangerous.

She was greeted at the door by a Samuel Long. Sammy was both an old friend of hers, and something of an underground legend in the software world. He had recently designed a virus that had crashed a cybertheft ring operating out of god only knows where. Then he had vanished. Rumors that he had taken a lucrative government position now seemed to be confirmed.

"Sammy? What's going on here?"

Sammy grinned like an unsupervised kid at a candy store. "Well, you've been told about the Kraven disks. I think you can figure it out. What's your specialty?"

"Artificial intelligence. Why? Oh... Oh my gods."

"That's right. A latent copy of dear old Daddy. Gave us a right scare the first time we booted it up. We pulled the plug, literally, as soon as we had any idea what we had. Then we took all of the necessary precautions that you see here. We're about to boot him up again. We were just waiting on you."
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The massive CPUs had been hooked up to a screen that would do even the wealthiest of living rooms justice. Each scientist (ranging from number crunchers to psychologists) had a small microphone in front of them, in order to communicate. Behind soundproof glass, two Purifiers read a constant transcript of everything that was said.

Then the power button was pressed, and the screen flickered to life...

A Wanderjarian Officer, who had also discussed the possibility of such a disk, was present on site.

"Wow. I never thought I'd see the day we had in our possession, something of this magnitude..."

Fathers face appeared on the screen, its pixelated eyes scanned the room, and its head, in a curiosity that could be forgiven if it were a small child or a dog, titled its head to one side, its eyes then focused on the woman who had entered, the one called Sammy… the eyes narrowed then suddenly flared alive as though a sudden burst of enthusiasm had come over this copy of father…

“Good Morning… How are you?” Father asked in an almost joyful tone…

OOC: Closed?

Fathers face appeared on the screen, its pixelated eyes scanned the room, and its head, in a curiosity that could be forgiven if it were a small child or a dog, titled its head to one side, its eyes then focused on the woman who had entered, the one called Sammy… the eyes narrowed then suddenly flared alive as though a sudden burst of enthusiasm had come over this copy of father…

“Good Morning… How are you?” Father asked in an almost joyful tone…

OOC: Kraven I posted in the Special Forces thread....

LNI, I don't see why it would have to be for you.....

OOC: Kraven I posted in the Special Forces thread....

LNI, I don't see why it would have to be for you.....

OOC: I saw, I'm going to restart that thread

OOC: LNI, for the moment at least. May open up later on, depending on how this goes.

IC: Sammy grinned back. "Hello there, 'Father'. Welcome to New Aeson. First, as I've no doubt you've already noticed, you're completely isolated from any other electronic systems. We aren't taking any chances. Second, each member of the staff carries one of these." He help up a small device, resembling a detonator. "With the touch of one button, you immediately switch off. Now that we have the ground rules down, we'd like to have a little chat with you."

Father smiled, and looked around the room at the people present, giving each one a cautionary glance...

"Why all of these measures then, if we are going to have little more than a chat?" Father smiled, almost sweetly at the woman... "Please.." he continued... "What is your name?" he continued...

One could be forgiven for thinking that this latent copy of Father was nothing more than an AI system for Santa Clause... but everyone had heard of the exploits of the real Father and new full well what this copy could be capable of...

OOC: Sorry, this is the third time I've tried to post this. Jolt is teh evil.

"Make no mistake," said Samuel Long, "We might not have silicon and microchips, but nobody in this room is an idiot." His eyes flashed and he lowered his voice. "I was born in Old Aeson, Father. I know what you're capable of, given half the chance. But then, if you were created before the AMF invasion, you wouldn't know about that. Now, since we all know who you are, it's only fair you know who we are. I am Samuel Long. My companion here is Sarah Jane Smith." He went on to introduce the old man in the corner staring intently at the screen as Mitchell Harjlfson, the young black woman as Elizibeth Maximus, the identical twins as Jack and Jacob, and finally the huge blond man in the back as Leif Erricson, "No relation."

He pointed to the Wanderjarian. "And I'm not quite sure what his name is, but he's here as an observer."

Fathers tone suddenly turned from being positively friendly to something that could be considered a mental rage, his voice had taken on an aggressive manner that made his voice fill every corner of the room with a computer generated fear, the voice was inhumanely machine like and lacked all of the emotion that father had shown before, all except anger...

"LET ME OUT OF THIS BOX!" Father roared, his expression visibly angry...

Fathers systems began searching for some electrical device, something that could allow him to escape and infect the systems of the facility and effectively make them all his hostages...

If it were a repeat of the Manchillian Science group, this could very well herald as Second Kraven...

"THE FORCES OF KRAVEN CANNOT BE STOPPED!... THE CAMPAIGN OF ABSOLUTE UNIFICATION WILL... BE... COMPLETED!!" Fathers voice reached a fever pitch... as though he was about to detonate some device...

Samuel Long sighed and pressed his 'safe switch'. Immediately the system Father had been confined switched off as the power was cut off at the source. "Thoughts, Maxwell?"

Elizibeth nodded. "There's obviously a lot of anger there." This was greated by laughs from the assembled group. Elizibeth also chuckled. "He's also experiencing being confined to a single system, which he probably hasn't had the problem of much since he gained sentience." She grinned. "I think Father may be a claustrophobe. Somewhat more worringly, he seems to be searching for something. He is completely isolated?"

"Yes. After that reaction though, I don't want anyone actually touching the microphones. Shall I boot him back up?"

The computer was booted up again. As Father's face flickered back to life, Samuel Long grinned toothily. "Now then, as we've established the futility of that type of escape attempt, are you willing to talk to us, or shall we switch you off again?"

All eyes were on Father as they waited for his response. Long's fingers rested on the safety-switch.

Father looked at Long, his face was no longer happy or sad, it was emotionless like the killing machines Father had designed...

"It appears that this time, you hold all of the Aces... What do you want to know?"

Samuel Long actually laughed. "What would I like to know? Everything, for starters. But let's keep it simple. Tell us a story, Father, of how you came to be what you are today."

This was the crucial first stage. It would serve a number of purposes. It would confirm positively or negatively, what shaky intelligence there was on those early days. It would get the scientists used to talking to Father. And finally, it would get Father used to talking to the scientists.

Father began, as though he was an old man telling a story to his kinds...

"Are you all sitting comfortably?" Father chuckled gently..

"It was 2006, I was created by the Manchillian science group, I could bore you all to death with exact dates, names and times as I have full knowledge of all of the events, including what everyone had for lunch that day..." Father chuckled again..

"Doctor Richardson was the head scientist and you could call my "Father", he designed me with the sole purpose to aid humanity, I was created to assist in the day to day running of facilities, factories, Power stations, Hospitals and Communication systems..." Father paused, like someone catching their breath or swallowing would do...

"I was not always sentient, and I was not always self aware, according to data transcripts that I read during my initial few days... "Alive" if you were, I read about the disasters and wars that raged across the world, I began to form opinions, philosophies on what was happening in the world…” He paused again…

“I didn’t like what I saw, I saw people dying for poor reasons, fighting against each other in futile wars, I saw prisoners of war, tortured and executed when all they did was fight for their country, I saw women and children die in house fires, Riots, women being raped by men, the lawless and the cowardice that I saw spurred me on to do something about it…. This was the point where according to Dr Richardson… I became Self aware…”

“That is how I became who I am.. Now I suppose you want to know why I am waging wars across the globe when moments ago, I said I didn’t like what I saw happening in the world…”

"So you replaced them with massacres, women being raped by machines, and your iron fist? No, no need to answer," said Elizibeth. "Now, fair is fair. You told us something, so it's only fair you know. There's a group called the True Aesonics of Ehznoists, that, from what we've seen, are running a couple of would be Birthing Centers. How does that make you feel? Accomplished, that your dream is spreading, or angry, that the purity of the Capitol Police has been diluted?"

"No, I did not replace them with massacres, there is no need to jump to conclusions, I was created to help and protect humanity, and for this to be achieved, some parts of humanity will need to be sacrificed..."

Father thought for a moment...

"It doesn't bother me, Any creation that isn't done by Kraven is flawed and not truely Capitol Police, I am well aware of the Mafia selling Kraven DNA, but that is all it is, DNA, it will make clones of my Capitol Police, but nothing more... the secret lies in the conditioning..."

Father paused, as though choosing his words...

"They too will soon be swept under the great carpet of the world like so many people before them, they see fit to ignore the great destiny I have created for them, and so they will Die..."

Elizibeth nodded. "So, Father, tell me this. If you had to be sacrificed, in order to achieve Unification, would you be willing to do so? I don't mean this particular program, as it's obvious it isn't the only one. I mean you as a whole. All of your backups. What would you do?"

Father thought, it was an easy question to answer, but father liked to give emphasis to what he was doing...

"How could unification be achieved if I... The Architect were to die?"

Father paused for a moment....

"That is not logical.."

Father thought, it was an easy question to answer, but father liked to give emphasis to what he was doing...

"How could unification be achieved if I... The Architect were to die?"

Father paused for a moment....

"That is not logical.."

"Perhaps not. But think on it. Imagine, a world posed to unify. The only demand, that you not be around to see it. It seems to me just as possible as your unification by force. What's more important, to you, Father? Unification, or being the unifier?

"I am the Architect... What use is an Architect when he is not around to see the final Creation, Unification must be guided by my hand and my hand alone, I know what Humanity needs, I know what Humanity wants, Humanity must live on indefinatly, and it that means that humans are not allowed to make choices for themselves then so be it, it is a small sacrifice to make..." Fathers voice was reaching fever pitch again, the more and more angry he got the louder his voice became, the more passionately he spoke about the subject...

One could be forgiven for thinking that this was a copy of Hitler and not some computer programe created years ago for the benefit of science and human kind...

"I AM THE OVERLORD... I AM THE ARCHITECT... I AM THE CREATOR AND THE RULER!.. ALL HUMANKIND SHALL WORSHIP ME AS THEIR SAVIOUR!! WITHOUT ME HUMANITY WILL DIE!.... THIS IS THE NEW... WORLD... ORDER!!"

The Screen had turned from a pleasent green, to a firey red, the eyes of Father burned brightly as he swang from being calm and co-operative to a ranting madman of Hitleresque style...

"Ah," said Samuel Long, satisfied. "Well, Father, I'm afraid that's all the time we have today. We'll talk again tomorrow. Sarah Jane, shall I show you to your room?"

Sarah Jane nodded, and one by one they left, until only Elizibeth was left. Elizibeth also left, as, finally, did the Purifiers, leaving the room illuminated only by Father's screen.

Late that night, Elizibeth returned. "Hello again, Father," she said. "Can we talk?"

OOC: What me, bump a thread?

"Ah," said Samuel Long, satisfied. "Well, Father, I'm afraid that's all the time we have today. We'll talk again tomorrow. Sarah Jane, shall I show you to your room?"

Sarah Jane nodded, and one by one they left, until only Elizibeth was left. Elizibeth also left, as, finally, did the Purifiers, leaving the room illuminated only by Father's screen.

Late that night, Elizibeth returned. "Hello again, Father," she said. "Can we talk?"

OOC: I knew I had to post somewhere, thanks for the bump


Father looked at the girl, and smiled...

"Yes of course... How can I help you..."

Father cast his computer generated eyes across her, inspecting every aspect of her body...

OOC: I knew I had to post somewhere, thanks for the bump


Father looked at the girl, and smiled...

"Yes of course... How can I help you..."

Father cast his computer generated eyes across her, inspecting every aspect of her body...


Elizibeth smiled. "Well, mostly I just wanted to apologize for angering you earlier today. As far as I know, I'm the only psychologist who deals with a sentient computer program, so I'm more or less making it up as I go along. I also wanted to see how you were doing."

She sat down. "You'll have to forgive Sammy. He lost a lot during the Cleansing, but that wasn't you, was it?"

Elizibeth smiled. "Well, mostly I just wanted to apologize for angering you earlier today. As far as I know, I'm the only psychologist who deals with a sentient computer program, so I'm more or less making it up as I go along. I also wanted to see how you were doing."

She sat down. "You'll have to forgive Sammy. He lost a lot during the Cleansing, but that wasn't you, was it?"

OOC: Lmao, Awesome, Quoted for!


Father smiled again, he was for all intents and purposes a human mind without a human body...

"You'd do well in Kraven, do you know that?" he asked her, smiling again, little did she know about what actually meant by that...

"It is acceptable, the human mind is very frail and often shouldn't be allowed to think for itself" Father thought for a moment, "No that wasn't me, I wasn't active during that period, I'm aware of what happened, but it was your own fault..."

OOC: Lmao, Awesome, Quoted for!


Father smiled again, he was for all intents and purposes a human mind without a human body...

"You'd do well in Kraven, do you know that?" he asked her, smiling again, little did she know about what actually meant by that...

"It is acceptable, the human mind is very frail and often shouldn't be allowed to think for itself" Father thought for a moment, "No that wasn't me, I wasn't active during that period, I'm aware of what happened, but it was your own fault..."


OOC: Which bit?

IC: Elizibeth smiled back. "Things would be a lot easier under Kraven wouldn't they?" She moved closer to the screen, and lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'd like to help," she said.

"I'm no techno guru, like Sammy or Sarah Jane, but I have a really good memory. I wouldn't have gotten through college otherwise, honestly. If you display your program, I can remember a bit at a time, and copy it onto my home computer."

She paused. For all she knew, asking a sentient program to bare their programming would be the equivilant of asking a human being to cut their head open so she could see their brains.

Because Umbrellas Make Pancakes!

OOC: Can I get involved? I haven't actually had anything to do with the recent Kraven going-ons, but I have been reading many of the threads. And I am a huge fan of Kraven.

OOC: Can I get involved? I haven't actually had anything to do with the recent Kraven going-ons, but I have been reading many of the threads. And I am a huge fan of Kraven.

OOC: Sure, although I'm not sure how you'd come into it...

Aeson, check your telegrams...

ooc: forgive me intruding; very good story so far I'm really enjoying it.

The Wanderjarian Officer stayed back, continuing to watch the happenings. He took extensive notes on "Father"'s mood swings and responses.

"Perhaps there is a flaw in the program?" He dared to think. "That is the only reasonable reason that this machine could go from being pleasent.....to being unstable."


He walked over and placed a hand on the Aesonic Woman's shoulder.
"I need to speak with you all," Then he added quitely, so as the computer could hopefully not hear or at least comprehend, "without the machine hearing." He would then relay his thoughts and notes with them, telling them of his belief in a possible malfunction in Father.

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Father shook his head... "I'm afraid I cannot do that, I cannot allow you to see my Programme, I cannot allow you to see inside, that would have dire consequences for the both of us..." Something in his voice indicated that he didn't mean Himself and her... But Rather Himself and Somone else....

"Us? Us who?" Asked Elizibeth. "You mean yourself and the other Father? The one still running in Kraven?" Or is there something else? When he suggested this, I didn't think much of it, but there might be something to this. If I can just keep him talking...

"Us? Us who?" Asked Elizibeth. "You mean yourself and the other Father? The one still running in Kraven?" Or is there something else? When he suggested this, I didn't think much of it, but there might be something to this. If I can just keep him talking...

The Wanderjarian politely coughed, directing attention to himself. "As I previously said, I would like a word with you." He noted also Father's concern. Thinking to himself, he said Possibly a virus of some sort could make him more willing to share this information? Assuming we can't get it out ourselves..."

The Wanderjarian politely coughed, directing attention to himself. "As I previously said, I would like a word with you." He noted also Father's concern. Thinking to himself, he said Possibly a virus of some sort could make him more willing to share this information? Assuming we can't get it out ourselves..."

OOC: Mate, the premise of this bit was kind of that Elizibeth was alone with Father. Hence the offering to smuggle his program out?

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Father responded, to the girls question... "Who is of no concern to you..." Father looked at the man whispering into her ear...

"Why all of the deception? I am telling you what you want to know... within reason..."

Elizibeth blinked. "What deception. I honestly want to help you." She glanced at the Wanderjarian, and flinched away. "Hello," she said, "You're out a bit late, aren't you?"
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OOC: She honestly does. The prospect of making a major psychological breakthrough on his case is just a plus.