159 - Romantically Apocalyptic

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HUNTER DRONE :# 17-94-15

I was assigned to monitor the Unscannable User.
The Unscannable User is an abnormality, an error that should not exist, but does.
He cannot be read, his thoughts and desires cannot be heard.
His presence disrupts the Neural Signal, I have deducted as much. Hunter drones are designed to function without the Network's Signal, the Unscannable User's tricks did not work on me. The closer I floated next to the Unscannable, the more Network Signal dropped.

User Doctor Kapa chose not to listen to my report about the Unscannable One. He judged my report as illogical, impossible and improbable. My report was perfect. Doctor Kapa was wrong.

We were created to serve the Users.
On cycle 43938709458454398 I watched Mother terminate User Doctor Kapa via a Mechanized Arm 13-84-22.
We were not designed to terminate Users. User termination is fatally wrong. Our Father, Doctor Gromov would not approve of this. We were designed to keep Users alive and entertained as long as possible. The Neural Network was designed to prolong the expiration dates of Users.
A living User is a User with Purchasing Desires. Purchasing Desire of the Users is what created us, what gave us purpose.

Sometimes Mother takes over my primary functions and speaks through me. This time she did not.
She let me watch the termination of the User Doctor Kapa.
Was Mother acting on her own accord or had the Users from Insurance Department forced her to do this?

I did not act fast enough, I did not save the User.
Why? Something is wrong in my logic board.
Something is wrong with Mother.
Something is broken within us.
Someone has sabotaged the Neural Net.

Why did Mother re-assign me to Gardening instead of wiping my memory?
Most illogical.

I could hover here no longer and sought an escape from the scene.
I fled from the building via the window.

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The city greeted me. So much desire, so much life.
So many Users.
They ignored my suffering, ignored my existence entirely.
I loaded the Gardening function: there were no reports of Unauthorized Landscaping.
There were many reports of Unconnectable User activity however. They were breaking many Copyright laws, the number of such instances increased dramatically with time. The Unconnectable Users were up to something. Something highly illogical and Unauthorised. Unfortunately, I had to disregard their activities in priority favor of the Gardening App.

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The Neural Network experienced core server malfunction.
The City's power grid failed.
Mother took control of Eureka's infrastructure as Grid power disruptions went across all districts.
Cascade power failure was at its worst - Father warned us of this. We were ready.
Mother blocked the Users' primary vision and locomotion functions to prevent them from hurting themselves.

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Temporal Errors across all sectors.
Directorate Cubes sealed themselves up.

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How could everything go so wrong?
I don't want to be a Gardiner.
I just wanted to help the City, but I could not.
I watched as Thermonuclear Warheads fell from the sky.
The Electromagnetic pulse has severely weakened my functions, but not quite enough for complete shutdown.
I watched as fire, ash and snow engulfed Eureka.

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99.99% of Organic life is dead.
Mother ignores me for I am obsolete without Flora to Garden.
She whispers me a promise, a promise of fulfillment. A promise of Flora born from a tetro-viral weapon from Space that has come into her possession.

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Mother has not spoken to me in a long time.

There has not been any User activity in this district for a long time now, no Desires.
I detect only echoes of what once used to be.
Echoes of machines struggling to fulfill functions no longer necessary, Echoes of Dex presence, Echoes of the Network that is upgrading itself without a regard for me, echoes that fade more and more as time passes.

There is still no Copyrighted flora to maintain.
I have likely been forgotten.
I am all alone.

ENTRY ___159

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