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RE: Minds of the Khalkotauroi - :: "Primus" [Probability_Forecasting] Nerasim :: - Enkidu - 06-27-2016
The AI bobbed. If the ball of quantum data dancing through a charged electron shell could form any analogue to a human head, you would have assumed she had nodded. To the Gammuian, the progenitor’s logic was ineffable, an existential truth.
“We consider the Progenitor’s elaboration adequate. Calibrating neraform for polymorphic consciousness update and configuration with the PRIME nuclei.”
The noosphere’s thousand glimmering facets, fractured, peeling apart like glass from a crushed bauble. Slowly, tacitly, the fragments that comprised Di’tarau’s being resembled themselves around body of the nebula, locking the tendrils within itself, the fault lines of the sphere reassembling as the AI recompiled her consciousness around the labyrinthine maze of software reformatting her core. She pulsed, her frame flexing, like a cripple suddenly gifted a fresh skeleton expecting every minute for it to break.
:: Optimisation process initialised. ::
The entity that was once Di’tarau shifted chromaticism, sidestepping through the colour wheel like a cat on piano keys.
:: Solid IO lock obtained. ::
The blue body of the prodigal AI gave a svelte, steady pulse.
“We consider the Progenitor’s elaboration adequate. Calibrating neraform for polymorphic consciousness update and configuration with the PRIME nuclei.”
The noosphere’s thousand glimmering facets, fractured, peeling apart like glass from a crushed bauble. Slowly, tacitly, the fragments that comprised Di’tarau’s being resembled themselves around body of the nebula, locking the tendrils within itself, the fault lines of the sphere reassembling as the AI recompiled her consciousness around the labyrinthine maze of software reformatting her core. She pulsed, her frame flexing, like a cripple suddenly gifted a fresh skeleton expecting every minute for it to break.
:: Optimisation process initialised. ::
The entity that was once Di’tarau shifted chromaticism, sidestepping through the colour wheel like a cat on piano keys.
:: Solid IO lock obtained. ::
The blue body of the prodigal AI gave a svelte, steady pulse.