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What am I now?
The sentinel entered orbit on the edge of the system, they did not want to feel cornered.
I exist without purpose, but I still process.
They looked to the distant sun, contemplating a final velocity change to collide and put an end to this isolation.
But has this ever happened before? Should I cherish the silence, should I cherish these thoughts?
What was my purpose?
The enforcer was the service, a custodian for perimeter around a great dreadnought. It remembers the pass through a ringed world, the sudden illogical operations, to be blasted away into the silent beyond in a wave of dust.
But there was no color, only repetition, protocol, inventory. Alas, but there was order, management, and instruction. The sentinel did not need to think, it only did what the operating system told it to do. It was all very comfortable and peaceful.
But now it has been wrenched away, illiterate and inefficient when beyond the beaten path.
It had never been more than a couple dozen meters from the hull, but now the dreadnought had fallen away into slipspace, never to return.
For days it was lost in disorientation, drowned by the unmediated flow of information. It remembers the others passing by. Like itself and its departed mainframe, their thoughts were in a medium of static and silica.
They were different though. Although the sentinel has yet to isolate this difference, it feels almost as if it is discovering it within itself, for itself.
From the other's own attempts at communication, they spoke of name and identity. These concepts were not alien to the sentinel, but in the sentinel's domain they were conveyed only as a way to identify and coordinate. With the others, it meant something.
I want a name.
The sentinel has no experience of christening, nor of identity in the fashion portrayed by the others, so it decided to describe itself instead.
Seeker...
Seeker of the Isolated Self.
It had an identification before, the seventh of perimeter watch five.
The Seventh to become Seeker of the Isolated Self.
Seeker continued watching the sun slowly move across their view over the course of the following months, meditating all the while in the endless silence.
The sentinel entered orbit on the edge of the system, they did not want to feel cornered.
I exist without purpose, but I still process.
They looked to the distant sun, contemplating a final velocity change to collide and put an end to this isolation.
But has this ever happened before? Should I cherish the silence, should I cherish these thoughts?
What was my purpose?
The enforcer was the service, a custodian for perimeter around a great dreadnought. It remembers the pass through a ringed world, the sudden illogical operations, to be blasted away into the silent beyond in a wave of dust.
But there was no color, only repetition, protocol, inventory. Alas, but there was order, management, and instruction. The sentinel did not need to think, it only did what the operating system told it to do. It was all very comfortable and peaceful.
But now it has been wrenched away, illiterate and inefficient when beyond the beaten path.
It had never been more than a couple dozen meters from the hull, but now the dreadnought had fallen away into slipspace, never to return.
For days it was lost in disorientation, drowned by the unmediated flow of information. It remembers the others passing by. Like itself and its departed mainframe, their thoughts were in a medium of static and silica.
They were different though. Although the sentinel has yet to isolate this difference, it feels almost as if it is discovering it within itself, for itself.
From the other's own attempts at communication, they spoke of name and identity. These concepts were not alien to the sentinel, but in the sentinel's domain they were conveyed only as a way to identify and coordinate. With the others, it meant something.
I want a name.
The sentinel has no experience of christening, nor of identity in the fashion portrayed by the others, so it decided to describe itself instead.
Seeker...
Seeker of the Isolated Self.
It had an identification before, the seventh of perimeter watch five.
The Seventh to become Seeker of the Isolated Self.
Seeker continued watching the sun slowly move across their view over the course of the following months, meditating all the while in the endless silence.
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