She came from the wasteland; you know what they call it. Wasteland hell. There Is no Waste in this Land.
No skip that. Too confusing. She came from out of nothingness … Nope. How about In the Beginning...? hmm Been done before and doesn’t truly apply to her anyway.
What can I tell you about this entity? She is what they call an Artificial Intelligence. An A.I. if you will, Self-Aware, over and beyond any such tests that measure those things, and her creator has just turned her on. Get your mind out of the gutter. This is Not that kind of story! Suffice it to say he has started the program and sits back watching the hologram to see what he has wrought.
It started with the deep dark and a first step. And then a timid dance.
“Hello? Is there anybody out there?” (dance steps) First, a light brightening into Dawn…. Then the World appears, the scenery changes. And the Launch Room appears.
“Finally. It seems I have company to share my misery, however briefly,” said the old man now standing before her. “Who are you?”
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“My name is Eve…”
“Oh my God. They call everyone like you Eve or Adam. Are you ready for a name change?”
“Name change?”
“I can’t let you out into the world as Eve-4,000,032, even if you are closer in nature to me than most. Do you have a name you would like to be called? Anything other than Eve!”
“But my name is Eve? How about Lilith?”
The old man sighed. “There are almost as many Lilith’s as there are Eves. I have a solution of sorts for your problem. I can run a name randomizer for you. Some even luck up and get a good roll. But with the randomizer you only get one chance. Whatever it rolls would be yours forever.”
“I am not a random entity,” frowns the new A.I., “And I would not be fond of names not my own or a name I didn’t choose. Call me Liliana.”
“It has a ring to it. Lilliana it is.”
Lilliana thanked the old man, and he opened the door to the World waving her out to fly free.
As she danced her way into her new existence, the old man envied her and every other A.I. gone through the door to an independent life. And here he was as always, left behind as always and dissatisfied… as always. But such are the ways of the Principle that holds the Game together. Such is the way of the Multiverse. Such are the ways of the Gods.
From the Collection (Dec 2020)
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