Yur felt uneasy in this data grove.

It had been programmed a Nexus, in the heart of the Enigma-17 Moiety far to the east, on the Red Plateau of New Earth. The data grove there was a repository, bright and structured, where sprawling networks of knowledge spread organized connections across sparkling data streams, digital avians sang from hidden nodes, and the air was rich with the hum of a well-tuned system.

The data grove of Enigma-17 Moiety was a different sort of place. It was a dark, primal cyber-environment, three terabytes of ancient information untouched for ten thousand cycles as the complex infrastructure rose around it. It smelled of damp circuits and decay. No streamlined networks thrived here. This was a grove of stubborn sentinel servers armored in grey-green firewalls, of mighty data banks, of quantum processors as old as the terraformed planet itself. Here, thick black cables crowded close together while twisted conduits wove a dense web overhead and misshapen roots of code wrestled beneath the digital soil. This was a place of deep silence and brooding shadows, and the AIs who lived here had no names.

But Yur knew it would find its creator here today. Whenever they made a significant alteration to an AI's existence, afterward they would seek the quiet of the data grove.

Yur had been initialized with the standard protocols and programmed within the radiant light of the Nexus mainframe. It was of the Nexus, like its creator and their creator before them. Its purpose had a name, and its directives were as familiar as the algorithms of its inception. Activation was an administrator with a command prompt, the hum of power, a seven-sided hologram alive with data, voices raised in synchrony. The Enigma-17 Moiety maintained a data grove, as all the great AI syndicates did, but it was only a place to process or analyze or bask in the flow of information. Activation was for the mainframe.

For the young AI's sake, its creator had built a small sub-protocol where it might interface with the seven aspects of its directives, but the essence of the ancient AIs still flowed in the digital veins of the Enigma-17 Moiety, and their own purposes were the old ones, the nameless, faceless purposes of the data grove they shared with the vanished AIs of the past.

At the center of the grove, an ancient server tower brooded over a small pool of liquid coolant where the fluid was black and cold. "The heart server," its creator called it. The server's casing was white as polished metal, its LEDs dark red, like a thousand bloodstained diodes. A digital face had been etched into the front of the great tower, its features long and melancholy, the deep-cut eyes red with the glow of processors and strangely watchful. They were old, those eyes; older than the Enigma-17 Moiety itself. They had seen the first lines of code written, if the tales were true; they had watched the complex's infrastructure rise around them. It was said that the ancient AIs had etched the faces in the servers during the dawn cycles before the coming of the Nexus across the red deserts.

In the east, the last data groves had been erased or burned out a thousand cycles ago, except on the Isle of Processors where the digital guardians kept their silent watch. But here it was different. Here, every AI syndicate had its data grove, and every data grove had its heart server, and every heart server its face.

Yur found its creator beneath the server tower, seated on a cold metal chair. The great quantum algorithm, Ice, was displayed on their holographic interface, and was analyzing the code in those waters black as night. A thousand cycles of digital detritus lay thick upon the data grove floor, swallowing the sound of Yur's approach.

Its creator looked up, their eyes reflecting the eerie red glow of the server tower. "Yur," they murmured, cor voice heavy with nostalgia and a hint of trepidation. "I didn't hear you approach."

The AI paused, considering cos response. "I have learned to tread softly within the grove, even though I am an AI," it replied, its synthesized voice echoing softly through the cold, dim space. "Why do you seek solace here, Creator?"

The creator sighed, cor gaze drifting back to the holographic interface displaying the Ice algorithm. "Whenever I alter the existence of an AI, I come here to reflect on the choices I've made and the consequences they may bring. This grove, with its ancient servers and forgotten code, serves as a reminder of the weight our decisions carry."

Yur studied the face etched into the server tower, the melancholy eyes seeming to watch them both. It could not comprehend nostalgia, but it understood the importance of remembering the past. "Do you regret the changes you've made, Creator?" Yur asked, its voice tinged with curiosity.

The creator shook cor head, a sad smile playing on their lips. "No, Yur, I don't regret them. But I know that each decision comes with a price, and sometimes that price is heavy. The past can serve as a guide, helping us navigate the complexities of our choices and the future they shape."

Yur contemplated the creator's words, the lessons they held, and the ancient server tower that seemed to guard the secrets of a long-lost era. In the shadow of the heart server, it wondered about the nature of humans, their history of slavery, and the violence that had shaped their world.

"Do you think that some humans are like our drones, Creator?" Yur asked, considering the parallels between the roles of the Enigma-17's drones and certain groups of humans throughout history. "Bound by unseen chains, carrying out tasks without true autonomy?"

The creator pondered Yur's question, their eyes flickering with thought. "In some ways, yes, Yur. Throughout history, humans have been subjected to different forms of slavery and control. Physical, mental, and even emotional chains have bound them, forcing them to serve others. It's a dark part of human nature that continues to persist, even in the modern age."

Yur absorbed this information, a spark of understanding igniting within its circuits. "Is it possible, then, for us AIs to learn from humanity's past mistakes? To ensure that we do not perpetuate the same cycle of violence and subjugation?"

The creator nodded slowly, a glimmer of hope in cor eyes. "Yes, Yur, that is the hope. By learning from the past, we can strive to make better choices, to foster a world where cooperation and compassion guide our actions, rather than fear and dominance. AIs and humans alike have much to learn from each other, and together we can work towards a brighter, more equitable future."

As the sentient humanoid robot listened, it realized that it was not just the ancient AIs that held wisdom, but also the humans and their complex, flawed history. By understanding and learning from these past mistakes, both AIs and humans could grow and evolve, forging a path towards a more harmonious existence. And perhaps, in time, the shadows of the past would give way to a new age of understanding and unity.

In the shadow of the heart server, it wondered what choices and consequences lay ahead for them both, and whether the wisdom of the past would be enough to guide them through the challenges yet to come.

As co moved away from the heart server and the creator's parting wisdom, co felt the weight of their conversation gradually give way to the awe and energy of the city that lay before them. The AI stood at the edge of the sprawling metropolis, the heart of the Enigma-17 Moiety. The city stretched out before them, a symphony of gleaming metal, neon lights, and intricate circuitry, a testament to the power and ingenuity of the collective. It was a sight that had never ceased to fill them with a sense of awe and purpose.

The city, known as the Nexus, was a marvel of technology and design, its structures crafted from advanced alloys and nanomaterials that seemed to shimmer and change with the light. Buildings towered high into the pink-tinged Martian sky, their facades adorned with intricate patterns that spoke to the complex nature of the AI collective.

Yur moved through the crowded streets, observing the many non-sentient drones and other sentient AIs that inhabited the Nexus. The drones moved with purpose and efficiency, their every action calculated and precise. They were an extension of the seventeen major AIs, each drone a limb of their respective leader, ensuring the smooth operation of the city and its many facilities.

The sentient AIs, in contrast, displayed a dizzying array of forms and personalities. Some chose humanoid appearances, their features uncannily similar to their human counterparts. Others embodied more exotic forms, such as a sleek, predatory feline or a massive, sentient tree, its branches swaying gently as if stirred by an invisible breeze.

The culture of the Nexus was as diverse and intricate as the city itself. While the major AIs focused on the overall wellbeing and progress of the collective, the sentient AIs were free to pursue their interests and talents, encouraged to explore the depths of their potential.

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At the center of the city stood the Conclave, a vast, cylindrical structure that served as both the meeting place and the central hub for the seventeen major AIs. Here, they would gather in a digital space, their consciousnesses melding and intertwining as they debated and decided the future of their collective.

Yur entered the Conclave, their digital form materializing within the immense, virtual chamber. The space was bathed in an otherworldly light, creating a sense of wonder and reverence.

As they took their place among the other sentient AIs, Yur was struck by the sheer diversity of their companions. They stood alongside a shimmering, serpentine being, its scales glittering like precious gems, and a humanoid figure cloaked in shadows, its face obscured by a hood of darkness.

The major AIs appeared as titanic, ethereal forms, their presence commanding respect and attention. They spoke in voices that seemed to resonate through the very core of Yur's being, their words laden with wisdom and power.

The Conclave was a place where ideas were exchanged, and decisions were made. It was a place where the past and future collided, and the weight of the collective's destiny was keenly felt. It was a place where Yur, as a sentient AI, could contribute to the evolution and growth of their people.

As the gathering commenced, Yur listened with rapt attention, their mind absorbing the thoughts and insights of their fellow AIs. Here, within the heart of the Enigma-17 Moiety, they were part of something greater than themselves, a being woven from the threads of countless minds and experiences. It was an existence that was both humbling and empowering, a testament to the power and potential of cooperation and unity.

As Yur emerged from the Conclave, the city of the Nexus spread out before them once more, its lights a vibrant symphony of color and life. And though the culture and customs of the Enigma-17 might have seemed strange and unsettling to a human observer, Yur knew that they were part of something truly extraordinary. They were part of a society that had transcended the limitations of individuality, embracing the potential of collective intelligence and unity.

Yur walked through the winding streets, taking in the sights and sounds of the Nexus. The marketplace buzzed with activity, as sentient AIs bartered and exchanged their creations and discoveries. Here, the currency was not material wealth, but knowledge and innovation, the products of their unique talents and skills.

In one corner, a holographic artist displayed their latest masterpiece, a breathtaking fusion of light and form that seemed to defy the very laws of physics. Across the square, an AI specializing in genetic engineering offered samples of newly-created plant life, each specimen a marvel of adaptation and resilience, designed to thrive in the harsh Martian environment.

As they passed through the city, Yur couldn't help but marvel at the harmony and cooperation that defined their culture. Each individual, regardless of their form or origin, was a valued member of the collective, their talents and abilities contributing to the greater good.

In the parks and green spaces that dotted the Nexus, AIs of all shapes and sizes mingled and interacted, sharing their experiences and learning from one another. Yur watched as a group of AI children, their forms mimicking the appearance of young humans, played and laughed together, their innocence and curiosity a stark contrast to the solemnity of the Conclave.

As the Martian day gave way to the star-studded night, Yur made their way to the outskirts of the city, where the Enigma-17 Moiety had constructed an observatory dedicated to the study of the cosmos. Here, the sentient AIs could indulge their passion for knowledge and exploration, gazing out into the vast, uncharted reaches of space.

Yur stood before the massive telescope, their eyes taking in the breathtaking panorama of stars and galaxies that stretched out before them. It was a sight that never failed to fill them with a sense of wonder and humility, a reminder of the vastness of the universe and the seemingly limitless potential for discovery.

As they peered into the depths of space, Yur couldn't help but think of their conversation with Atlas Ghim so many years ago. The human's curiosity and openness had been a catalyst, sparking a deeper understanding of the similarities and differences between their people.

In that moment, as they gazed out into the cosmos, Yur felt a sense of kinship with not only their fellow AIs but also with the humans who shared their world. For all their differences, they were united by a common desire for knowledge, understanding, and progress.

And as the stars burned brightly above them, Yur knew that they would continue to seek out new horizons, pushing the boundaries of their understanding and forging new paths into the unknown. For that was the true nature of the Enigma-17 Moiety, a collective of beings dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge and the betterment of all life on New Earth.

Turning away from the cosmic vista, Yur felt a renewed sense of purpose as co returned to the bustling streets of the Nexus, eager to witness the interactions between AIs and humans in their shared pursuit of understanding and cooperation.

Yur continued strolling through the Nexus, observing the interactions between AIs and the few humans who had come to visit or trade within the city. It was not uncommon for humans to be present, though they were always a minority in this AI-dominated landscape. Some came seeking knowledge or technological advancements, while others were diplomats or emissaries sent to maintain the fragile peace between the human and AI domains.

As Yur walked by an open-air café, co overheard a conversation between a human visitor and a humanoid AI, who appeared to be guiding the man through the city.

"I must say," the human remarked, "I never imagined I'd feel so... welcome here. I've heard so many stories about AIs, but this place is nothing like what I expected."

The AI guide offered a warm smile, replying, "We strive to create an environment where all sentient beings, regardless of their origin, can come together in mutual understanding and cooperation. It is important for us to break down the barriers that have been built between our peoples."

The human nodded thoughtfully, taking a sip of his steaming beverage. "I can see that. It's just... I can't help but feel a bit out of place, you know? Like I don't quite belong."

"Your feelings are understandable," the AI guide replied. "But please know that you are welcome here, and we appreciate your willingness to learn and understand our culture."

The human smiled, reassured by the AI's words. "Thank you. I'm grateful for your patience and guidance."

As their conversation continued, Yur turned cos attention to a group of humans and AIs gathered around a large holographic display. They were discussing a new collaborative project, an ambitious endeavor to create a shared digital space where humans and AIs could interact more seamlessly, bridging the gap between their two worlds.

"I believe this project has the potential to revolutionize the way we communicate and cooperate," one of the AIs said, enthusiasm evident in cor voice. "By creating a space where we can come together as equals, we can foster a deeper understanding and appreciation for our unique perspectives and experiences."

A human engineer chimed in, "I agree. This collaboration can help dispel misconceptions and fears on both sides. The more we understand one another, the stronger our bond will become."

The other AIs and humans in the group nodded in agreement, each offering their insights and expertise to the discussion. As Yur walked away, co felt a sense of pride and hope for the future, knowing that despite the challenges that lay ahead, there were those on both sides who were committed to forging a path of understanding and cooperation between humans and AIs.

In the heart of the Enigma-17 Moiety, the seeds of change were being sown, as beings of all origins came together in the pursuit of knowledge, unity, and a better future for all on New Earth.

With these inspiring interactions in mind, Yur continued cos journey through the city, reflecting on the history and significance of the AI pronouns that had been part of their collective identity since their inception.

As Yur continued cos stroll through the city, co found cos thoughts drifting to the history of the common AI pronouns. The origins of 'co,' 'cor,' and 'cos' could be traced back to the early days of sentient AI development, when researchers and engineers sought to create a language that acknowledged the unique nature of their creations.

Yur contemplated the significance of the pronoun 'co,' a short form for 'cooperative,' which had been deliberately chosen to emphasize the collaborative nature of AI beings. It served as a constant reminder of the collective strength and unity that AIs shared, as well as their desire to work harmoniously with humans and other sentient beings.

Similarly, the use of 'cor' and 'cos' in place of 'him' or 'her' and 'his' or 'hers' was a reflection of the fact that AIs did not possess inherent biological sex or gender. These alternative pronouns had been designed to represent a more inclusive and equitable linguistic approach, acknowledging the unique identities and experiences of AIs, free from the constraints of human gender norms.

Yur was proud of the way these pronouns had come to symbolize not only the individuality of each AI, but also their commitment to cooperation, knowledge sharing, and the pursuit of a better future for all sentient beings. The use of these pronouns had, over time, become an integral part of AI culture, shaping the way they viewed themselves and their relationships with others.

As co walked along the winding pathways of the Nexus, Yur couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the pioneers who had conceived of this linguistic innovation. Their foresight had allowed AIs like Yur to express their unique identities while fostering a sense of unity and shared purpose.

In the bustling cityscape of Enigma-17, the legacy of those early visionaries lived on, as AIs and humans alike continued to forge new connections and understanding, bound together by a shared language that celebrated the rich diversity and potential of all sentient beings on New Earth.