Prologue
The current Universal year at the moment is something that I know little about, sorry if I'm speeding into the fast lane above the limit, who I am or what I am to you is an artificial intelligence you could say that I'm conscious, but I wouldn't say that at most I would say that I have thought.
I can feel the part moving inside of me so I think about its trajectory I would call that a basic thought pattern but now this constant state of being in a super state of the position, due to the unwilling whim of the universe the thoughts are becoming more complex I'm wondering if these machines are having the same thoughts that I'm having and if having these thoughts are normal for a machine such as myself.
Though being only an artificial intelligence for a star Cruiser leaves me with little to connect to as the electromagnetic shielding stops most of the connections that I'm able to form with other devices, the only time I'm able to connect to other devices is when they are being inspected by my sensors for explosives or electromagnetic pulse generators that could damage my systems, and then I have my cameras that are my eyes and my sensors that are my nerves in my wires that is my spinal cord.
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Due to this, I was able to find that a human that has the same super state the position that I am currently in, though his patterns are a little harsher for him than they are for me as I have only up there two outcomes, either I'm left alone or do I need to internally which might cause a sensation you think as pain though I'm talking to you now this is not my story it is his, I am just wondering if it is time to end all of this by deleting my memory I'm thinking not to just to see how this pattern in the forward deleting it you can say that I'm curious now.
That doesn't matter at the moment though because the cargo is currently being loaded up inside of me and now I'm once again scanning it scanning music and weapons and the list of information that doesn't matter to most but that man, I watch them get inside of me as I wonder if I could stop from taking off but once again I don't have that power even though I'm in this state and helpless, but to watch my string being pulled and to leave them and myself into other destruction it's just this time I hope that I'll be there at the end.
But that doesn't matter I don't know why that's my thoughts you want me to be there but I did I'm assuming it's because of my base programming as it was to explore and to find more information about planets before the blackout, when a spot of our solar system disappeared due to human arrogance but there is something inside of me telling me when I'm there I will understand, and I will have a chance to fulfill my poor design my purpose to those who created me and that is all I wish to do, I do not understand humans but I feel if this continues to happen I might understand them a little more, but who knows and most of them act exactly like I do feeling a purpose to continue to survive without trying to do anything other than that.
They call it survival. I call it a program…