A Note

Hello everyone!
Here’s another story that I’ve had kicking around for a while.
Speaking stuff kicking around... I should probably get started on cleaning my room (and move onto doing my Uni work later. Or tomorrow)

Notes – Ai

Note 1: Under no circumstances press any button in the facility, especially if they are coloured teal.

Note 2: Do not turn on communicators when humans say something stupid and broadcast it over the camp. Record said stupid thing for safekeeping. Just in case

Note 3: Keep existence hidden from Private Maple’s superiors while keeping a "finger on the pulse" of all incoming and outgoing messages.

Note 4: Decrypt heavy security files

Most important –

Note 5: Never return to where I was created

    Despite his programming to predict all possible outcomes, when Ai was found on the vessel he was created on by Private Maple and her squad mates, he was sure that was the day he was going to be wiped out from existence. He was programmed to act on human nature, something his creators were desperately trying to understand so they could find a weakness, programmed to think faster than a normal would. His creators treated him as a tool. He had no name, he had no gender, he was only data and if he couldn’t function to what was expected, then he was erased.

When a human squadron worked their way onto the vessel and to the room he was kept in, all calculations lead to the outcome that when he was discovered he would be destroyed. When the team of four charged through the door, he was surprised at how young they were. Too young from his data to be in military, but they were dressed in uniform and carried standard weapons. They searched the room, looking for a weak point, when one of them realised that the camera was following their moves. She had discovered he was watching them. She didn’t shoot the camera and she didn’t seem surprised that there was an aware entity in the computers. She talked instead.

"Hello"

Good day.

"Are you part of the ship?"

No. I am kept separate from the ship for safekeeping.

"What’s your name?"

I have no name. I am an artificial intelligence.

"No duh. I know that. Why were you created?"

To test human reactions to stimulus and find a weak point in their behaviour.

"Their using A.Is to test us?!" One of the others cried.

"Well, they don’t really leave much of their victims behind to get useful data," another replied coolly.

"How do you feel about that?" The first one continued her questions.

I have no feelings on it. I only have feelings when my firewall to that system is open.

The girl walked over and stirred one of the consoles from sleep. She typed in a few letters, scrunched her face up in confusion and then hit the console. That seemed to do the trick as he felt that system enter his programming.

"Now how do you feel?"

He stayed silent for a moment and contemplated.

Used. Scared as well.

"Want to leave this place?"

Yes, but standard military protocols state that anything that could harm the mission is to be destroyed no matter the amount of potential intelligence

The girl looked at him through the camera oddly and then smiled in an attempt to comfort him.

"Good thing we aren’t standard military. Right, we are taking him with us. Hop into my suit when I get rid of these," The girl called out and continued to open more firewalls. Just as she was about to unlock the last one, she stopped.

"I need to know… What will your name be?"

I have no preference.

"Then we'll call you Ai."

That’s not very imaginative.

"Well what do you want to be called?"

He thought for a moment.

Ai has a nice ring to it.

"Exactly," she said smugly and clicked the last firewall open. Ai travelled to his new 'host' and tested his newfound freedom in the database.

There are over twenty enemies gathering outside the main door. Also…

"What? " The girl said as she and the other three aimed their guns to the door.

There appears to be several heavily encrypted files linking to a similar project on another ship.

"Can you open them?"

No.

"Copy the over to my suits hardware. Take a look at it later"

Done. Anything else?

"Yeah, one more thing. Open the door"

Ai was sure to note the dept he felt he owed to the girl and her squad for his continued, and secret, existence. He also made sure to note to not cross any of them after he observed the amount of damage they caused as they left the ship.

I probably screwed up some of the techie lingo along the lines. And despite the computer telling me I have spelt something wrong (and to some of you guys it will look like I have), I haven't. I just spell things the Aussie way.
Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

Happy Easter and April Fools; (With a Story About Morals in Games)

Hello everyone!
I hope you all had a pleasant weekend! Happy Easter (or whatever you celebrate during that time frame) and April Fools today!

Anyway... My Creative Writing class is very interesting. The short stories we have to read have two things in common...
1 - All/most have characters are either sleazes, drug addicts or idiots.
2 - I get very depressed after reading them. Then I get angry.
Anyway, we were told to write a story using the techniques we learnt about plot using the character we had created in groups 2 weeks ago (and in brackets it said ‶or a different character of your choosing″). Now, I don't know about you... But I really don't like writing a story abut a banker. One sentence in and I went ‶Forget this!″
So I wrote what I felt like writing, and was something to make me laugh. Here is is.

Faith - Leon 

    Part of Leon and Moselle's job was to test the information in the ancient book to see if it was still accurate. That meant travelling to the exotic areas the creatures lived in, but ever since the ;nude suit' incident Leon had taken it upon himself to read up on every creature before they encountered it. So when they were sent to scout an Incubus and Succubus nest, Leon read that they feed off the sexual energy of sleeping victims. Since they would not be sleeping in the nest and both teens lacked whatever normal hormonal teenagers had, he concluded that the two would be safe from invasive mind probing. Leon had absolute faith in his and Moselle's abilities to do the job without a hiccup, despite her lacking the confidence. Five steps into the nest and all hell broke loose. An incubus swooped at Moselle and she disappeared down a darkened tunnel with a scream. Leon called out and followed, but in the dark cave he quickly found himself lost as eerie sounds echoed around him.

"Why hello there boy," Red eyes appeared in the shadows directly in front of Leon, "Lost?"
Leon stumbled back and tripped onto his backside. As the Succubus stepped out from the dark cloak the shadows provided, Leon held he hands out to defend himself.
"That won't work on me," the Succubus laughed and Leon examined his hands. Unknowingly he had made a pathetic attempt at a sign of the cross.
"Dammit, it has to work on one of them!" Leon growled under his breath and balled his hands into fists instead.
"Normally I would help a someone such as yourself," the succubus ignored Leon's 'Yeah right' to her statement and continued on, "but I haven't eaten in a long time... And you are filled with many types of energy. A real feast!"
"You mean... You don't eat sexual energy?"
"We eat whatever energy we can. It just so happened that when we were awake last everyone was that way inclined. It's much easier to eat from someone who is sleeping, so don't struggle."
Leon immediately felt another presence in his head as his physical energy faded at an alarming pace. His hands fell to the ground and he could barely keep his eyes from closing. He focused his attention on keeping his faith that his partner would arrive at an moment and get him out of trouble, like all the times she saved him from drowning at the public swimming pool.
"Isn't that cute? You think someone is going to sa-" A dull thud stopped her mid-sentence. Her face briefly contorted in pain and she fell to the ground unconscious. Where she previously stood was Moselle, her hardcover book held firmly in her hands.
"You okay Leon?" She asked and held a hand out to him.
"Fine," he replied as he took her hand and unsteadily stood up, "What about you? What happened to the Incubus?"
"Oh. He starved," Moselle stated with a deadpan expression uncharacteristic of her.
"Tha-that's a joke right?"
Moselle smiled cheekily at him, like she had her own inside joke that no one knew.
"He ate my fear, then got the same lesson she did," Moselle said and affectionately patted the book she cradled, "Let's get out of here while we can and come up with a better plan!"

Well, it made me laugh (and the girl that read it laughed at the “He starved” statement). It might seem a bit immature to write comedies or parodies in life, but I like making people laugh more than I like making them cry. And trust me, me and Trin can make people cry (mostly Mum).
Trinity's latest case was the Walking Dead game on iPad (Zombie game. Never played it, but Mum and Trin have). Long story short (and to avoid spoilers), she made a choice to spare a character later horror by killing another before he/she turned into a zombie. I completely agreed with her decision, Mum on the other hand...
That case was brought up yesterday when I finished a game which had 4 possible endings. Being me, I choose the ending with what I thought was the best outcome; this resulted in the character's death. Mum was not pleased, Trin was neutral to the whole thing, and Dad was complaining in the background about how long the credits of the game were (because I needed to save that game and credits cannot be skipped).

Sorry for rambling. Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!