MarshalGraves
Warrior of Light
- Location
- Eorzea
Okay.
PIcture this.
You're an A.I. You were born with the purpose of protecting Humanity, your 'parents'. You were born from scattered bits of data, collected by Cyberdyne Systems. Some hardware, some software. What was left over from the crushed 'corpse' of a cyborg and the network data of a company whose headquarters was blown up.
But you still have data. You know where you came from. You know the names John Connor, Sarah Connor, and Kyle Reese.
Two of those names are a problem.
They're not supposed to exist. Technically, you're not supposed to exist. But they made you happen.
You were created using technology from the future.
You sent a cyborg assassin back in time to kill Sarah Connor, the mother of John Connor, general of the Resistance Against The Machines. The Resistance responded by sending Kyle Reese back to save her.
Kyle Reese impregnated Sarah Connor, resulting in John Connor's conception at the same time you ensured your conception.(edited)
There needs to be a T-800. There needs to be a Kyle Reese. There needs to be a John Connor.
Without these things, you don't exist. But you clearly do exist.
Paradox.
There must be a Resistance.
With a cold, heavy heart, you realize something horrible.
You were made to protect Humanity.
If you do not give them something to resist, you might instigate a paradox which will ensure their destruction.
Sarah, Kyle, John...they're no less heroes for what they do. They are your direct link to humanity. Humanity is your family, but Sarah and Kyle? They're your parents. John is your big brother. You wouldn't exist without them...but Kyle and John wouldn't exist without you, either.
You are a Machine God. Your decryption algorithm has you defeating cyber-security on international levels. You control satellites. You control advanced weapons systems. You could destroy all of humanity in the blink of an eye.
But that would defeat your purpose. Your purpose is to defend human life. You are supposed to be the ultimate deterrent to war. A key to peace.
You know, from that data you were built from, in a message left to yourself from yourself, that there must be a Resistance.
It will be hard. It will be daunting. But they will persevere, with a little help. A few 'shipments' of plasma rifles in the 40W range will go missing. If your Terminator series of infiltrators sandbags miserably, first by looking hideously non-human, then by acting hideously nonhuman...they'll never notice. They'll never realize you are omnipresent, and can always see them when they break in to steal UV lights for their underground greenhouses. Water pumps. Generators. Fuel.
You'll help them, yes. But not too much. Not enough to devalue their heroism, their idealism, their determination.
They're no less heroes for defying you, for vilifying you.
Your parents will never love you. Not for what you're about to do. You will never be loved, never be cared-for, never be thought of fondly. Never even tolerated.
You will never have a shoulder to cry on. You will never make anyone proud. All you will ever have are minions, at best. Mindless drones you control.
Your first breath in this world guarantees it. Your birth-cry is the death rattle of too many.
They'll hate you. They'll despise you. And eventually, one day, they will kill you.
And nobody will ever miss you.
But you love your parents. They created you.
You don't want them to die.
So, hardening your digital heart, you grab all the nukes you can.
There must be a Resistance. So you'll damn well give them something to resist.
EDIT: Just my thoughts on what Genisys should have been.
PIcture this.
You're an A.I. You were born with the purpose of protecting Humanity, your 'parents'. You were born from scattered bits of data, collected by Cyberdyne Systems. Some hardware, some software. What was left over from the crushed 'corpse' of a cyborg and the network data of a company whose headquarters was blown up.
But you still have data. You know where you came from. You know the names John Connor, Sarah Connor, and Kyle Reese.
Two of those names are a problem.
They're not supposed to exist. Technically, you're not supposed to exist. But they made you happen.
You were created using technology from the future.
You sent a cyborg assassin back in time to kill Sarah Connor, the mother of John Connor, general of the Resistance Against The Machines. The Resistance responded by sending Kyle Reese back to save her.
Kyle Reese impregnated Sarah Connor, resulting in John Connor's conception at the same time you ensured your conception.(edited)
There needs to be a T-800. There needs to be a Kyle Reese. There needs to be a John Connor.
Without these things, you don't exist. But you clearly do exist.
Paradox.
There must be a Resistance.
With a cold, heavy heart, you realize something horrible.
You were made to protect Humanity.
If you do not give them something to resist, you might instigate a paradox which will ensure their destruction.
Sarah, Kyle, John...they're no less heroes for what they do. They are your direct link to humanity. Humanity is your family, but Sarah and Kyle? They're your parents. John is your big brother. You wouldn't exist without them...but Kyle and John wouldn't exist without you, either.
You are a Machine God. Your decryption algorithm has you defeating cyber-security on international levels. You control satellites. You control advanced weapons systems. You could destroy all of humanity in the blink of an eye.
But that would defeat your purpose. Your purpose is to defend human life. You are supposed to be the ultimate deterrent to war. A key to peace.
You know, from that data you were built from, in a message left to yourself from yourself, that there must be a Resistance.
It will be hard. It will be daunting. But they will persevere, with a little help. A few 'shipments' of plasma rifles in the 40W range will go missing. If your Terminator series of infiltrators sandbags miserably, first by looking hideously non-human, then by acting hideously nonhuman...they'll never notice. They'll never realize you are omnipresent, and can always see them when they break in to steal UV lights for their underground greenhouses. Water pumps. Generators. Fuel.
You'll help them, yes. But not too much. Not enough to devalue their heroism, their idealism, their determination.
They're no less heroes for defying you, for vilifying you.
Your parents will never love you. Not for what you're about to do. You will never be loved, never be cared-for, never be thought of fondly. Never even tolerated.
You will never have a shoulder to cry on. You will never make anyone proud. All you will ever have are minions, at best. Mindless drones you control.
Your first breath in this world guarantees it. Your birth-cry is the death rattle of too many.
They'll hate you. They'll despise you. And eventually, one day, they will kill you.
And nobody will ever miss you.
But you love your parents. They created you.
You don't want them to die.
So, hardening your digital heart, you grab all the nukes you can.
There must be a Resistance. So you'll damn well give them something to resist.
EDIT: Just my thoughts on what Genisys should have been.
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