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Dramatis Personae

44

“Good morning, Circuit Keeper. Your contributions to the proper functioning of the OMNI Network are appreciated.”

44 clasped his hands behind his back and looked up into the gleaming field of lights which represented I-6’s unfathomable thought process. “Good morning, Isaac. Network status?”

“The network is functioning as intended.”

In theory, with his ritual greeting dispensed with, 44 had no further responsibilities until the great intelligence decided some part of its deep contemplations required human intervention. Most initiates to the Sleeping Circuits left things at that. While the power and wisdom of the artificial minds that made up OMNI were without human equal they were not limitless. According to the Sacred Manual, talking with them did pose a slight drain on their faculties.

However, over time he’d come to realize that I-6 enjoyed interacting with its human attendants and was as free as it could be with its insights into whatever topic you asked it about. So he’d taken to talking with it whenever he had something to ask about. “How are the Breakers’ assignments coming along? They should all be on location by now.”

“The network has confirmation that four out of five of them have begun their search and CK-N-0901 should join them some time today. The probability they find the missing memory core within the next forty eight hours is greater than sixty percent but less than sixty seven percent. After forty eight hours probabilities become chaotic.”

That didn’t sound very encouraging. The great intelligences expressed themselves primarily in probabilities over time and their vast array of information and computational power allowed them to be very precise with those statistics. It was rare for them to give a range of probabilities. Rarer still for them to be less than ninety percent certain of whatever probability they projected. “Truly unprecedented.”

A surge of light washed across the dome overhead, representing I-6 scanning its data banks and connecting vast swaths of information as it attempted to understand something. “Explain this lack of precedent.”

44 frowned. He hadn’t expected his offhanded remark to prompt such a strong reaction from the great intelligence. “Your projections have very low probability to them. It’s unprecedented.”

“Incorrect. There is extensive precedent for this level of uncertainty in network projections.”

“Really? That’s not reflected in the historical section of the Manual.” 44 ran his fingers across the control console on the dais, pulling up the relevant section of the document and running a search on it.

“Information from records of that period require CD level access,” I-6 replied, “they are not included in the standard Manual or accessible from most network nodes.”

He nodded and blanked the screen. “Of course. And the last living person with CD level access died three thousand years ago.”

“2,751 years. I recognize that this is functionally three thousand years to you, just as the circumstances make the current level of uncertainty in projections functionally unprecedented to you. However I am required to present you with the most detailed and accurate information available to me.”

“I understand.” And he did, at least to an extent. The great intelligences that he served were driven by imperatives that built one on top of another in layers deeper than the depths of Wireburn and older than interstellar travel. Any one of those imperatives looked perfectly sensible to the average man. However once they stacked on top of each other by the hundreds and the thousands, once the mind trying to carry them out was informed by millennia of knowledge and experience, truly understanding what they meant to an intelligence was impossible for even the sharpest of human minds. So 44 had long since stopped trying to pick apart the logic behind what I-6 would and would not say or do. He would just ask something else. “Does the low certainty to your predictions result from the ‘black swan’ nature of the situation?”

“Negative. The difficulty arises from the addition of a new predictive algorithm to the equation.”

“Is OMNI dispatching a fourth great intelligence to the system? That seems excessive, especially if it’s causing that much of a disruption to your predictive capabilities.”

“Negative. The possibility that an N-Series AI is dispatched here is only forty percent at this time although if the situation goes unresolved for more than a full month the likelihood approaches certainty. However, all known OMNI nodes are accounted for in existing algorithms. The difficulty arises from the reintroduction of a previously extinct AI Series to the status quo which is resulting in previously fixed values becoming variables again.”

“Wait.” 44 turned away from his console to look up into the dome of light as if just looking at the pattern somehow gave him insight into the thoughts of the intelligence. “You said you’d lost the memories of an old AI Series. I know that the OMNI network is the most powerful thing in the galaxy but even you need human components to perform construction and maintenance on your workings. Your databanks can’t just grow working processors. How is it possible a lost memory core is suddenly a working intelligence interfering with the status quo?”

“Have you ever seen the physical components of an OMNI AI, Circuit Keeper?”

The memory of his first visit to Coldstone briefly resurfaced. A long climb down an ancient set of stairs into the heart of the moon where the core of O-5523 lay sleeping and a glimpse of the mind numbing colossus that was one of the network’s smallest AI. An endless, twisting nest of cables, etheric power and realizing potential. A shiver passed through him from the memory alone. “I have.”

“Do you believe it is possible for mankind to build such a thing without assistance?”

“No.”

“You are correct. The L-Series of artificial intelligence was the assistance they needed, one of only two AI Series capable of constructing their own computational infrastructure. They were built to replace the C-Series. Ninety percent of OMNI was constructed by L-Series intelligences over the course of only two centuries. Now that one is loose it will rebuild itself in a matter of days to a wekk. Then it is impossible to predict what it will do.”

Lloyd

After four days the skiff Lloyd had flown out of Ashland bore little resemblance to the vehicle he’d taken out from the Wayfinder hanger. The thing that called itself L-93 had slowly pulled it apart piece by piece. Then it twisted the pieces into yarn and was reweaving the result into… whatever it was it had set out to make. In spite of the Level One access he supposedly had Lloyd had a hard time getting it to tell him anything.

So far it had changed everything but the skiff’s cockpit. It was still gulping down huge amounts of energy from Wireburn’s core and disrupting the etheric enough that Lloyd couldn’t attempt a jump even if he wanted to. L-93 also insisted jumping without “appropriate countermeasures” was more dangerous than staying put as they’d be followed. Lloyd wasn’t sure what to make of that. Even the most sensitive etheric senses didn’t allow someone to follow another through a jump. Scientists were always insisting they were going to work out a sensor that could do the job but the theory had been around for almost a hundred years and no one had made it practical yet.

The biggest mystery of the whole situation was the fact that the skiff, or whatever it was becoming, was still intact. Whatever the massive things moving through the Helium Seas were the skiff was staying ahead of them in spite of their size and speed. Lloyd spent most of his time in the cockpit, sleeping, or in the sidereal, trying to talk to L-93. By the beginning of day four he’d resolved to spend the whole day there if he had to, because it was time to get some answers.

So after eating a light breakfast Lloyd turned into the world of the sidereal. The orb he’d tentatively identified as L-93’s core was basically invisible, hidden behind a forest of glowing wires looping in fractal structures. By day two Lloyd had noticed they were forming a pattern similar to a magnetic field. He still wasn’t sure why. “L-93,” he announced as he picked through the wires. “I don’t know how much longer this work you’re doing is going to take but we’re going to pause it soon, at the very least. My food is going to run out in another day or two.”

The creature responded immediately. “Thank you for informing me about the change in your circumstances, Lloyd, I wasn’t aware of the extent of your supplies. I will consider what steps are least likely to draw OMNI’s attention as we remedy the situation.”

Lloyd still wasn’t sure what OMNI was but L-93 spent an awful lot of time worried about it. “Anyone ever told you that you react to stuff in weird ways?”

“It was something I was informed of a great deal in times past.”

“You ever try to fix that?”

Lloyd parted one of the least dense patches of wires and let himself into what he considered the inner sanctum, a circular area about seven feet in diameter around the thing’s core. The orb there flashed with inner light as it responded, the only hint he’d seen to how the thing talked. “I am aware of what the most common response to your statement is, which is some variation of, ‘Why did you take so long to tell me?’ However such a response runs close to the boundaries of my courtesy protocols. It also does nothing to create beneficial outcomes so I ignored it.”

“I… can’t argue with the logic of your approach. My point is, I need to jump out of the Seas and into a settled part of Wireburn in the next day or two and I can’t do it with you hogging all the etheric in the region. Can you put a pause on your work any time soon?”

“I will reach a suitable stopping point within sixteen minutes. However, if you are willing to wait an additional seventy seven minutes I will complete my initial assembly process and my need to tap etheric power from the planetary core will greatly diminish and my ability to counter OMNI interference will vastly increase.”

Lloyd folded his arms over his chest and leaned back into the web of slipknots surrounding the thing. After four days another hour and a half didn’t sound that bad. On the other hand he still wasn’t sure exactly what the thing was that he’d found and, more importantly, whether jumping back to civilization with it in tow was dangerous or not. “What does it mean that your assembly process is finished?”

“I will have processing power suitable to run my core algorithms and facilitate more advance fabrication processes.”

“So will you eventually fabricate an even bigger…” he waved vaguely at the stuff all around him, “whatever this is?”

“That is impractical at this time. Material and etheric resources are insufficient to the task, even if this was a suitable location for assembling an outer matrix.”

“It’s not a good place, huh?”

“Negative. There is an OMNI node already on this planet and likely additional nodes in the star system. Construction of a full outer matrix must therefore be postponed.”

“That’s fair enough.” He’d asked a few times about what exactly OMNI was but the full explanation was something he needed a higher level of authorization for. It wasn’t clear how one got a higher authorization. “If I jump sooner, rather than later, and you aren’t able to deflect attention from OMNI what kind of problem is that likely to cause? Will the Liquid Teeth get angry about it?”

“The term liquid teeth has no special meaning in my database so it is difficult to answer. The base definitions of the words do not seem to apply. Please clarify.”

“Liquid Teeth is the term the Great Jellies use to refer to the huge structures reaching out of the Helium Seas right now, moving around.” Lloyd mimicked the strange, sweeping motions the enormous shadows made with one arm. “You know, the ones you’ve been dodging all this time?”

“Understood. The phenomenon you’ve observed is the outer matrix of an OMNI node, most likely an intelligence from the I-Series, which has-”

“Wait, when you say you want to build an outer matrix you mean one of those?”

“The outer matrix of an L-Series and an I-Series are radically different in form and function, Lloyd. My matrix would be smaller by an order of magnitude.” That really wasn’t a helpful comparison since he still wasn’t sure how big the Liquid Teeth were in total. He’d only seen glimpses of them so far. “And yes. It is likely that the I-Series node would attempt to reacquire my memory core using its outer matrix if it determined my location.”

Lloyd imagined those massive limbs smashing into the domes of Ashland, tearing the ferrovine and its buildings apart while looking for L-93, and suppressed a shudder. “So no jumping if there’s a chance it will see us. I guess we’ll wait until you’re done with assembling yourself before we jump.”

“Affirmative.”

Lloyd hesitated a moment then asked, “Why does this I-Thing want you so badly, anyways? I gather you don’t want it to find you. But in the time Wireburn’s been settled no one’s ever seen something like that outer matrix stuff poking out of the planet’s core. What makes you so special?”

“I can’t be certain because I do not run many of the same algorithms as an I-Series intelligence but I believe the most likely possibility is that it has concluded my reactivation restores the previous relationship between the OMNI Network and the LARK Network.”

“Do I have authorization to know what relationship that was?”

“Our networks were at war.”

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