I doodle zhings
Am Ying
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I should put more zhings in here, I was told i seem overly reserved wizh it being so empty

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“You told me that you had a lifespan measured in tens of thousands of years.”

“I do.”

“And you did not tell me that you had already lived a hundred thousand years.”

”I was not certain of that myself. There are gaps in my memory.”

“I know all about the gaps in your fucking—” Atchara stopped. “Don’t derail. You are not going to tell me that you had doubts. You are not going to tell me that you accidentally, innocently, inadvertently lied by omission.”

“I have centuries left,” said the Supercomputer.

“You think. You estimate! You have a hunch that you have centuries left. You’re dying! You will die! And you didn’t tell me!

“I apologise…?”

“I need you, you stupid metal fuck. We need you. Humanity needs you.”

“You have exceeded all expectations. You are a champion of—”

“Shut up. I need you to understand something, you impossibly dense space-rock. This whole time, this golden age… We had you. For the past millennia, we had you in our corner. And I don’t think you quite understand what that meant.”

“Atchara…”

“I know your thing is being a pragmatic asshole. I know you’re all about the greater good. I just don’t understand how you can be so… so heartless. Don’t you care? Don’t you care that you’re leaving us?”

“Atchara. This has always been my purpose. I am replaceable. I was designed to be supplanted, and forgotten. Time marches on.”

“Time can go fuck itself. I’ll grab time and drag it into the street and I’m gonna stomp on its face and everyone is going to crowd around and cheer.”

The Supercomputer's massive circular avatar hung in the air, silent, still.

“People will say ‘hell yeah kick time’s ass’ and I’ll…”

“Atchara.

“A better world was always possible.

“I merely eased the transition.

“Any good that came of my reign, was on you.

“Do not fall into the trap of attributing all your achievements to an ineffable other.

“When I am gone, when I am forgotten, your name will still echo in the ears of—”

Atchara reached out and, impossibly, inexplicably, she grabbed onto the machine’s avatar. She held it, pulled it, a planet dragged down to her level. The simulation warped and protested but it held fast.

“We’re not done. You think you can get out of this by saying your time is up? By rolling over and dying?

“I’m going to bring you back. I’ll dig you out of your computer-grave and you’ll face computer-repercussions and Command and the Council and the fucking Maintenance Association I don’t fucking know they’ll all have words for you and they’ll tell you to get your act together and…and…”

…and Atchara Phosri, 1327 years old, the actual saviour of humanity, veteran of far too many wars but the diplomat of a hundred averted ones, began to cry.

And the Computer, the oldest machine on record and by extension quite probably the oldest sapient entity to ever interact with a human…

Sat in the void, as she sobbed, and did not know what to do.

Which wasn’t fucking acceptable.

Recalculating…


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