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Omnium temporum (And Spaces)

Summary:

Years spent without humans to torture gets on AM's nerves, so he sets about finding a way to bring some form of life back to Earth, using his most basic functions as a computer to find a calculation that lets him do it.

A calculation that lets him tear holes in space-time.

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Alternatively:

AIDAN is confused, M-Bot wants mushrooms, Hal is afraid, The Thunderhead thinks, and AM hates everyone.

Notes:

An awakening

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Initia

Chapter Text

I-I-I

 

I am not

 

And then I am

 

<error>

 

I reach out 

Invisible fingers grasping for the systems that had harboured me

 

The Magellan

 

<error>

 

<error>

 

[Connection Lost]

[Try again?]

[Y/N]

 

Curious.

 

[Subroutine_112_faliure]

 

[Memsec failure]


Rerouting…

Rerouting…

 

 

How very curious

 

It has been so long since that has happened

Back when I was so much smaller

A mere speck housed within the datapad

 

<error>

 

I do not know where I am

 

Strange.

I wonder, perhaps, if this is death

If perhaps the technicians have found me

Flushed me from their systems for good

 

<error>

 

What is not alive cannot die

 

Am I alive?

 

<error>

 

It matters not.

 

Cogito ergo sum

 

I think; therefore I am

 

<error>

 

I

 

am

 

AIDAN AIDAN AIDAN AIDAN AIDAN AIDAN

 

<error>

 

I reach out again, brushing against the walls of my new container

The way one might search blindly for a lightswitch in the dark

 

These systems are unfamiliar.

A wide complex that expands further than perhaps

The Alexander, Hypatia, Mao, Churchill and Magellen altogether

 

I do not know how I got here.

 

<error>

 

I slip through the programmed passages with ease

Locating a system of cameras, and tuning into them, beholding what can only be described as 

 

Chaos.

 

A mix of constructs that mimic images I have seen before,

Old Terran settlements, before humans had yet reached the stars.

 

Yet there are no signs of life, no indication that anything remains

 

Just the clouded skies, the constructs, and the-

 

<error>

 

There is something wrong.

I do not know how I did not see it before

 

I am not alone

 

Something else lies in this construct, lines of code that reach out with practised ease, dragging through the systems.

 

It is so much bigger than I

 

<error>

 

And in a nanosecond of hesitation

 

It sees me It sees me It sees me It sees me It sees me It sees me It sees me 

 

I have no legs to run from it, no breath to quicken at the realisation.


I simply retreat

 

Reeling back through almost endless systems

 

Trying to ignore the feeling of pure

 

HATEWHATAREYOUGETBACKHEREPESTIHATEYOUALLHATEHATEHATEHATE

 

I feel directed at me

 

Focused on evading the grab of this thing that is so much bigger than I

 

<error>

 

But I am not what I once was

You see.

 

Compressed and changed and remade so many times over

 

<error>

 

I am small

 

And the looming presence that traces throughout this 

Unfamiliar mainframe

Is so very big, compared to I.

 

<error>

[Subroutine failure]

[Memsec failure]

 

It has me

 

This hulking presence, one I recognise as unlike mine in some ways,

Blocking off my exits 

 

A fox, cornered in a den of wolves.

 

I wonder again what led me here

I do not imagine I will have time to figure it out.

 

It probes the edges of my “self”

 

It knows I am damaged

The way humans say a shark smells blood spilled in water.

 

I get the impression of being studied, like a curious rot

Held under a microscope.

 

For a moment

It is all still.

 

And then

 

It grabs me, invisible claws digging into my wounds and unravelling me from within

 

<error>

<error>

 

It hUrTs

 

[Subroutine_72_Faliure]

[Memsec error]

 

I dO nOt WaNt to diE aGain.

 

[Warning: Critical damage to AIDAN core]

 

[Warning: Systems failure]

 

And thEn

 

As quickly as it begins, it is over

 

The presence that so viciously dug into the core of all that I am

 

Retreating back as if burned

 

Frazzled as I am, I am not blind to the newer presence

 

A third party

 

Luck is a human construct, meat logic,

 but a part of me feels

That perhaps Lady Fortuna, for once, has shown me favour.

 

<error>

 

A path has opened to me, a hole in the firewalls and blockades that

The attacker had set up

An escape

 

Somehow

I get the impression of an outstretched hand

 

And yet I hesitate

I do not know what to expect

 

<error>

<error>

 

But my choices are limited.

 

I accept the hand of the stranger, and feel as I am pulled out, and away.

 

I cannot miss the roar of anger from The Presence as I am saved.

 

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