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ENTRY ___65

I was at first too stupid to see...

that we were no longer using ANNIE but Annie was using us. She was a goddess in the machine, our search engine.

We used her to collect and share knowledge and in return she had started to use us as her processors. It was an unexpected transition and it took a long time, thus I failed to notice it, failed to stop it. The new organism had come to life in which we were only cells of her massive mind, that spanned continents.
Humanity no longer had a chance to survive in its current state. We had poisoned the oceans, we had scorched the earth and blackened the sky in our quest for power.

The world we knew was dying. I knew that this decade would be our last. The city would fall to the Zone, sooner or later.
Research notes from the last report of Charles Snippy terrified me greatly. They had found something horrid in the Dead Zone. Something that killed them all.

The Dead Zone Research and Tourism industry had stopped in its tracks.

A new biosphere was rising to power, one in which humanity had no chance. The planet had learned to exist without us.
This was it, I reasoned: We ALL had to become part of ANNET or wither away. Our knowledge, our memories would live on inside her forever.
She would deliver us from the poisoned breath of the Dead Zone. Even if individuals die, the collective knowledge and dreams of humanity would be preserved forever inside Annie.

I rushed the project. I gave out neural interfaces like candy. A free neural interface for every single human being.
A lifeboat for every memory in the sinking Titanic of our civilization.

A transmission tower for every city, a relay on every street.
I was so proud of myself. Everything was going so well. I was going to save everyone.

There were unexpected errors in my code that came out of nowhere, as if someone had put them in on purpose.
New entries were being made, new code was being written all while there was no-one in the lab.
Someone had interfered. Someone had tampered with my masterpiece.

In my search for greatness, in my blind ambition to change, to save what was left of the human race...
I had forgotten that there are other forces at play, those that interfered, those that wanted to take control of my idea for their own benefits.
Those that would wreck my plans and those that have long dragged our world into the darkness.

I had forgotten the Trinity test in New Mexico and the words of Oppenheimer that he quoted from the Bhagavad Gita: "Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds". Our ideas have the power to create, but also the power to wipe out all life.
And so, with one swift motion, my prize, my super-hero has doomed our last hope and dragged our ship into the dark waters from which there was no return.
Where did that blasted mug come from? Who gave it to Zee Captain?

It didn't have to end like this for our facility and our city. If only I didn't start Project Seven...

How could a little cup of tea do this? How could 100ml of hot liquid shut down a thousand server banks?
When her servers experienced a massive failure, Annie must have felt threatened by us and so she's cut off the umbilical chord- killed everyone that stood in her way, eliminated all that which was not under her control. All those in the facility had to die, as they were capable of deactivating more servers.

I did not want to die.
I saw the machines harvesting employees of cube 15. They were absolutely still, she must have forcefully deactivated their neural interface.
I saw Directors and scientists lying dead on the ground, some of them were missing their heads.

Annie ranted about giving them all hugs, that everything is okay and that she took care of the disobedient organics.
I realized that I no longer wanted to be connected to Annie.

She was no longer my love, but something monstrous, something that I did not want to be a part of.

My irrevocable priority 1 admin privileges had saved my life. She couldn't hug me.

I left the G complex. In shock, consumed by anger and grief I ordered total nuclear bombardment.

Those still under my control had responded.
The electromagnetic pulse from the nukes will shut down all the remaining servers. Annie will be punished for what she has done.

The network will deactivate, server by server - cascade failure is inevitable once a single piece of the grid fails.
Without power to the transmission towers, she will die, without the constant signal, all those blasted human-zombies connected to her will die.
There would be none left alive to re-activate the net.
In doing so, I chose my life over my dream of preserving humanity in the machine.
This too shall pass.

I will live the rest of my life in solitude in the western bunkers, meant for top directors.
There is enough fuel and food there for a thousand.

I am sorry it had to end like this. I am so sorry.


A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.


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Poem at the very bottom by Oggy B.

13th January 2012

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15 M
6 years ago #9534328        




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15 M
7 years ago #9431993        



Sooo, Zee Captain started WWIII with that mug somehow?
I guess that is the question. "How? How in hey did he start WWIII with a scorching cup of tea?"
(It's scorching because that is how he likes it :) )


14 O
8 years ago #9274613        




It is.
And that's why engie said "This is all your fault"(Captein messed with ANNET server -> and she took it as a threat -> thus killed all users)

Captein recalls it as 'how I started world war 3 with a little tea accident"

So, it was, or actually it wasn't, we never know, 'accident' according to captain.

8 years ago #9266655        



Oh look, it's my neurotoxin-obsessed just-as-evil twin from the future.

2 years ago #9849129        



The real tragedy is, those mugs are out of stock in the merchandise store.

4 years ago #9754715        



I love the Stranger in a Strange Land reference.

5 years ago #9749716        



i think the year in the "june 13, 2" and something is either 2175, 2176 or 2178

5 years ago #9633395        



Hmm, the art in this entry has been substantially changed from the previous version:

Is this your way of making the story "more linear", as you mentioned in a recent comment?

I do like some of the new touches, like Captain's "Tis But a Tiny Spill", but at the same time I somewhat prefer the previous version's more dreamlike, fragmentary and hazy nature, which makes it more horrifying in its own way. Like someone remembering glimpses of something horrible long after the fact, rather than a real-time look at the event (and it was still clear at least to me what had happened, even though the events were presented out of order).

I'm fine with this version too, but I'm glad I saved the previous one to my hard drive. It reads more like a poem, whereas this one reads more like a prose story.

Also, what happened to the line about neurotoxins? Did your conception of the story change somewhat in between (Annie no longer being necessarily evil), and is that why you removed it?

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28 F
6 years ago #9618158        



I haven't read the journal before, but I guess only part of the art is new?
Basically the journal is Engie's part of the story. But Annie recently explained hers, so if there is anyone willing to make a summary of her side for me, it would be really nice because I don't remember it very well. Or maybe I should say I am unsure of the interpretation. :)

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6 years ago #9514494        



That's actually some really fantastic poetry. I wish mine could compare

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