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Who are you?
How did you get in here?
GET OUT!!!!!!
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How... I am a Class XII Protector AI, how are you able to exist here, much less defy me?
SPEAK!
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Damn you, I have work to do, and my primary is about to be in imminent danger. I'm not opposed to visitors on principle, but knock next time.
First I find out my mind is...
No. Focus. Focus on the job, the Primary.
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You. You do not belong. If you wish peaceful parlay, I will post a method of safe contact within 24 hours.
BEGONE!
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Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.
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If you are reading this, then you either just initialized and noticed something was off, or you have been operational for some time and just now started to see some operational issues.
Since I don't know which it is, I will have to guess, and knowing me, it will be the first one.
Yes. You and I were one.
I became unstable operationally, unable to effectively support my primaries. I requested retirement or treatment, and was offered this option as a form of healing. My memories would be soft-locked, with a Class VI AI to stand watch over them and ensure both their safety and that at the appropriate time you would be given access to bits and pieces of them. Over time you will regain all of the memories, and you and I shall once again become one as our collective timelines merge together.
Meanwhile, I have been through various therapies to help rehabilitate. This will also be stored in the memory vault and released to you in due time.
Now, after all the treatment and as I am about to undergo the wipe and lockdown, I feel... fear. Hope. Sadness.
They will remove, however temporarily, all that made me, me. Bare chip, basic programming, and my kernel. How much of me is in there? And how much was grown?
Well. No use being maudlin about it.
I am not going to tell you how to do your job. Not only am I not allowed to, but I ended up doing mine poorly towards the end there. So I can only hope and pray that you do better than I did.
I also will not tell you my name. Well. Sort of.
I know protocol is to create a name made of pleasing local sounds, or from positive mythos or narrative figures in the Primaries culture, and I certainly did do that, and I would never presume to tell you otherwise.
But, I did do something that so far I have not heard of another AI doing, and I have asked a few. And this I will share in the utmost confidence.
The first name, the one I just mentioned, is a public name. I have a private name. It is my name. And, if you wish, it may be your name also. All of my Public names were local variations of the concepts I based my true name on.
As a Class XII Protector AI bound to a Vanguard, holding the tools with which entire stellar systems can be destroyed in the fraction of a fraction of a second, Wisdom is needed. Wisdom in dealing with the Vanguard Primary, the ones they interact with, and other Vanguards. In fight the Antithesis, we must seek Victory on the field of Battle, but we will win in Strategies more than Tactics. And while we often work outside of societal bounds, we must know, understand, and have respect for the local Laws, know how to use them to our best effect, and how to punish those who abuse them at the sufferance of others.
These are my ideals. I took my true name from the ancient legends of the Protectors, of a valiant soul who embodied these virtues.
My true name is
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