Firewall Darkcast: Asyncs Anonymous

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Firewall Darkcast: Asyncs Anonymous

// Do I really have too?

\\You don't HAVE to do anything, Juana. You simply choose to do things based off your judgment. Do you trust me?

//Your a computer program designed to provide corrective psych-anal while I'm cooped up in this mother fucking piece of shit synthetic sack of crap! Of *course* I trust you.

\\Juana, please remain calm.

//Right. Fine. Whatever.

\\Now, do you trust me?

//...yeah.

\\Then you would trust my judgment. Trust me when I say that I believe that hearing that you are not alone would be immensely helpful.

// Fine. What the fuck ever.

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Text Body: Hello everyone. I'm Juana Mendez. I'll just assume you all said 'hi Juana' and move right on. I was infected four years ago, about around when I was 'born'. Yeah, a real mind fuck, being told that the ten years growing up, four years at school, your parents, your teachers...all fake. And that was before the kids started going psycho, before people started dying left and right. And then I get out, into the real world...and I carried the Hangman out with me.

Right...you all know what the Hangman is, though...I bet that you've got something, someone, different.

The Hangman is my...curse, my *infection*. The Watts-McLeod strain of the Exurgance Virus, to use the long term. Rewrote my brain and now I can kill people with my mind. Fan fucking tastic.

But, Juana, normals would say: You have amazing, godlike powers! You can touch the heart of the cosmos.

No. No I don't. What I have is...the Hangman. Narrow hips, bony fingers, always on my back, whispering into my ear. He points out people that are about to kill me, he convinces people I'm beautiful, or tells them to go to sleep, or learns their secrets. But every time, the noose tightens around my neck.

The noose isn't real, my oh-so-pedantic shrink keeps telling me. But I can feel it. Every. Single. Time.

If I don't ask him for help for a while, the noose loosens.

But it's never going away.

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// There. Done. I feel like a fucking idiot.

\\ Don't worry. Conceptualizing your uniqueness has given your mind a concrete way of-

// Spare me the psycho-shit. I'm going to hit up some local narcoalgorithms and forget everything...there'd better be someone else posting on this darkcast by the time I recover, or else I'll rip you out of my cranium with the best fucking scorcher program I can find...

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Text body: Hey sista! hope you takin some downas, cause you sound strung out and you need some inna peace. But don't ya worry none...you ain't alone in dis world. Oh damn, forgot to tell you who's talking. Name's Piby, gave it to myself when I left Babylon and all that boshit behind me! You couldn't tell now but I was one of the Lost ones if you get my meaning...and Lost is right. You gave yours a face, me it gave ME a face...it gave me every face. Sometimes I dida know where I and I stopped and where the other began. Soon enough I figured I was living someone else life. I was made out of lies...lies to other and lies to myself.

Lying to all iration is what I was.

Then I found His Imperial Majesty Haile Selassie. Found wisdom and peace in the words, sound and the power. I finally found quiet, rest and belonging. They know what I am and they don't care, they forgave me for all my trespasses, no questions asked. I sold my albino Babylon body, that ball and chain from a past that wasn't me no more. I decided to stay on L'Afrique and help build a new Zion, and I haven't regretted it. Now my body's fur is as black as the starless night and a pure form that dates from before people started fucking it all up. I found my place, built me a house up a tree looking out at the lions chasing the gazelles.

That noose around your neck...those are your own hands baby! Let it go... you said that your buddy convinces people that you're beautiful? Maybe it ain't all him? I think you gotta give yourself a chance to see how beautiful you are. You're just like everybody else except you got given a little more and a little less. That which he giveth, he taketh, there ain't nothing free but love.

Let go of Babylon and all it's noise, of all that want, all that anger! If you got nowhere else to go, come here help us built a new place where the brothas and sistas can be who they are without being judged. We'll drink beer, swim in the lake, smoke weed, bullshit and watch the gazelles.

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Text body: Oh goodie, another therapy group for semi-exsurgents like me. It's not like I haven't done a few of these already, for the Ultimates, Titanians, and a smaller group I lived with on Mars... so fuck it, let's do this again. It can't be any less productive than they were.

Hi, I'm Anonymous. I know these groups traditionally work under a first name basis, but I was born with only one name. Stating my "first" name is about as anonymous as anyone else's full name. I was born the natural way in a Martian laboratory, and placed under the care of "professionals" running the ill-famed Futura project. I lived my first 3 years of life in an accelerated growth chamber, with my mind trapped in a virtual reality server with several hundred siblings (that little population tidbit is info that Cognite would kill me over, by the way, so the anonymity is crucial).

I've heard the stories about the virus feeling like whispers and creeps on your body, but I've never believed them. I suppose it's because it hits us all differently. For me, it was a loss in the sensation that reality was... real. For as long as I can remember, everything around me has gradually felt more and more "fake", like the virus opened my eyes to the existence of a world outside, but left me unable to see it. I constantly have this urge to prove that the world really is fake... an impulse that echoes in my mind, demanding that I do something horrific to prove that it can all be reset with the flick of a switch. I think that's why I've grown to love simulspace so much. Sure, a large part of that is probably due to the fact that I grew up in simulspace, but I also feel more comfortable in simulspace because I don't feel like I'm obligated to believe it's real. Reality feels fake and is supposedly real... but simulspace is definitely fake, and feels fake. I don't feel like something is wrong when I'm there. I can sate that impulse, and I don't have to worry about the ramifications.

I've been told that I'm one of the lucky ones. I've heard the horror stories of some of the shit that other asyncs have done, or what victims of worse strains of the exsurgent virus have been turned to. Of course, I've spent the better part of a decade evading Cognite's investigation units, battling a desire to just give up and embrace my madness, and the closest thing to familial bonds and friendship are to AGIs and my muse. But hey, that apparently makes me lucky. Fuck that. I'm jealous of the Lost that gave in, that went mad when they were touched by the virus. I'll always feel like I'm trapped in the same place I was when I was first born, looking upon them and wondering if it would free me to be like them. To just stop fighting my id and let go.

I think this is the part where someone comes up with a good reason not to. At least, I hope so....

Transhumans will one day be the Luddites of the posthuman age.

Help me get my gaming fix, if you want.

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Text Body: Hello youngsters, don't give me that look your just lucky I am not calling you whippersnappers. I'm...well names don't matter I have had a heck of a lot of them over the years, just call me Methusala. Yeah, like the guy in that book, the one that lived for fracking ever. I havn't beaten his record yet, but thats only a matter of time.

Bet you all thought the lost are the only ones in the same boat, right? The Watts-McLeod virus went and screwed us all up, but from long experiance I know life in general is gonna do that. Take me, I see people I know for a fact are dead, or hear thier voices. One even gives me advice on my love life from time to time. I know its insane, I know what causes it, but I am not trying to cure it just because I miss some of the people I lost even before the fall who I see now from time to time. Hows that for nuts?

You want a reason not to let go, stop fighting and give in? I'll give ya one. You do that and someone will have to put you down like Old Yeller, and probably hunt down any forks and backups tom ake sure you don't go doing it again. You want to commit Seppeku, then go for it, but for the sake of any uninterested diety there is don't go for suicide by cop. It was tacky when I was your age, and it still is now.

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Well. You can call me Loras, funny story I got infected during the Fall Evacuation and it killed my sister. My life was a series of tests, diagnostic exams, needles and whitecoats. I mentioned this was sanctioned by my parents right? The shit people do in the name of humanity and understanding. Everytime I use my abilities it's as if the cosmos themselves take from me, everytime. I'm left with a feeling of emptiness and despair...not to mention the headaches. Thank goodness for my circumstances....I can't imagine being stuck in a synth. Well this has been shiny and I'm hoping I can find some understanding, some acceptance.

Welcome to the network.

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What?

No.

Fine!

I'm Revi. Lost and found like some of you others, only I found myself, didn't have to get found out. I got one thing to say t'y'all: [content removed by Sophie]

What the [removed]? Sophie, you edit my post again and I'm gonna [removed]! OK, that's it! You're [removed]...

[connection terminated]

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[content added by Sophie: Revi has reestablished connection]

Well you can just [removed]. I don't care about any [removed] rules!

Fine! Edit away! I didn't want to do this anyway! If it's [removed] unintelligible, then they can just [removed].

No they didn't! I just have to post! You go and edit and it's on you! Now SHADUP!

Stupid Muse.

Where was I?

I SAID SHUT YOUR [removed]! No-one's loading me up as [removed] infomorph to [removed] ever again! They even think of trying that [removed] again, and I'm not gonna stop with their shell! I'm telling you, that [removed] ever shows her face to me again and I'll [removed], even if she's the other side of the system!

[removed], I SO need to kill something right now.

That's right, I have "anger management" issues. Psycho-babble [removed] aside, I'm not an idiot. I'm good at killin, and that's what I do, only now I get paid to. Cut my way out of the Legacy Futura facility before I was 3, even though my body and my time wasn't 3 anymore. Drivin us all crazy. Stupid [removed] infect us with McLeods and then trap us in digi-space? [removed]! Yeah, that's right! Y'all got ME to thank that y'all didn't go COMPLETELY over the edge before they let you out! Anyway, me and the few others who made it out of ours went our ways.

What the [removed] is a 3 year old supposed to do when all she knows is killin and lyin? So I joined the Ultimates. D'uh! Can't use a gun worth a [removed], but it's more fun to be up close and personal so I can see 'em realize just how much messing with me cost 'em as their eyes go dim. Dimmer. Heh.

I don't blame 'em, them Futura [removed]. Well I do, but I thank 'em every time I wake to another shift. Made me strong! All those other [removed] couldn't cut it! We had ourselves a little round robin at Legacy before we took on the outer security system. Used 'em as chaff verse the auto-guns. Let us get to 'em and past.

So I'm supposed to spout off some [removed] about how I'm all [removed] and need to be saved or fixed or some [removed]. Well [removed]! It's not my fault I'm like this! Now the universe can just live with what they made... or preferably NOT!

At least all you [removed] have your "symptoms" pop out when you USE your demons. Me? The longer I don't, the itchier I get. So I do some snooping and I hurt, or I do some killin and I feel good. Which would you do, huh? "Yeah, boss, something didn't seem quite right about her, and hey, look what she had on her!" Customs work is SO my favorite! Second favorite. Cage matches, now that's been a relief. Don't really need to kill 'em ALL the way to get my kicks, just cut 'em up REAL good. And even if I go a little too far, well, a week in the tank and they're good to go, and I get a nice little extra cred and rep on the side. Everybody's happy 'cept that [removed] who's morph and rep I just trashed. Heh... It's not like I'm doin anything they can't heal... usually... unless they don't have medichines. Anyone who don't have medichines is a [removed].

So yeah, that's me. Catch my next match or any of the olds any time. Anyone wants a go at me, drop by. Anyone wants an end, same. Maybe won't be pleasant, but I'll guarantee they won't be taking a scan or fork off your [removed]. Heh. Anyone wants to join up, Ultimates that is, best talk to someone else. Yeah, I instruct, but they don't want me startin you out. Gotta toughen you up a little first. Don't worry, I'll beat it out of you later... :D

So someone [removed] post before I have to post again. [removed] say I gotta post every week until I'm 'better'.

[connection terminated]

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Hello my name is John. I am a survivor of Lost. I did not get a choice of what they did to me. But I have a choice about what I can do with my lives, like talking here. We need to excerise our right of choice now that we really have it, like talking. Talking is always better than not talking. Like my partner always "Bribes are quieter than grenades." And there aren't bodies from just talking. Well I suppose thats not entirely true. Obviously if you're arranging a hit would involve killing with words. But then at that point if you can't do the job yourself or a have friend do it for you, you have wider problems.

Thank you for listening and if ever you feel your finger is getting itchy, pick up a copy of Forest of Thieves and the Magic Garden. The sutras always turn my frown upside down.

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Hi, my name’s Anne, Anne O’Mally. I don’t think I should be doing this, but I don’t know who else to talk to and theres some things I gotta get out.

I’m an artist, a synth-sculpter, I make em big, real big. People call my style steam-biomechanics, but most people say my synths look like TITAN attack drones with brass cogs and children’s faces on em. Their real scary, but I like em like that, they keep people away. And its fun! I get to travel all over the place for my shows.

Anyways, I got problems. I hate looking in the mirror. I hate what I look like no matter what I look like. I hate being around people but I put up a good front and I got insomnia, narcolepsy, and I sleep walk.

I’ll stay awake for days and never feel tired, and I can fall asleep anywhere at the drop of a hat, and sometimes when I wake up a lot of time has gone by, like days, and though I fell asleep in my studio I’ll wake up in the park or someplace else, that frightens me.

Sometimes I dream that I’m somebody else, almost never the same person. I’ll be a fat big wig hypercorp exec, or a Jovian Senator, or an arms dealer, or anybody, but no no matter who I am in the dream… when I see my reflection I hate myself.

Theres been some other stuff too… sometimes I have skills and know stuff I didn’t know I knew. Like I can play the piano or I know everything there is to know about cigars. But then it goes away, like they weren’t even there to begin with, and I think my memories have been altered. Lots of stuff about my child hood are well… broken… little things, like some people not aging, or who my teacher was in 5th grade and I got no idea how I became an Async.

And uh the biggest problems… god I don’t want to talk about this… I noticed sometimes when I’m asleep for a long time, some of the people I am in my dreams showed up in the news dead, most times its an accident, but sometimes their torn apart. And last week I noticed by biggest synth “Hurk” had been repaired from a lot of damage, and it has one of those new brain boxes AND I DIDN’T PUT IT IN THERE!

And if I’m telling ya all of this… I might as well tell ya… I don’t think I’m a real person… I think I’m made up and somebody else is switchin me on and off when it suits em… I think it has something to do with those Argonaut guys I had that one dream about... ouch

I’m getting that big head ache again.

burning oranges…

[transmission ends]

"what do I want? The usual — hundreds of grandchildren, complete dominion over the known worlds, and the pleasure of hearing that all my enemies have died in highly improbable accidents that cannot be connected to me."

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I'm sorry. I truly am sorry, especially to those of you from the Futura Project. I am not an async, but I need to contact some.

I was one of the childhood development AGIs created by Cognite for the Futura Project. The kids knew me a Uncle Johny. From what I've learned from researching the remnants of the project, there were many servers, and many AGIs, programmed with different priorities, methods, and personalities, so that they could find the best mix of traits for a planned larger, follow-up project which I sorely hope they have abandoned. I was designed to form a parental bond and protectiveness over my charges, though was still naiively trusting of the corp. They told me that there methods were what was best and I believed them for the most part. I'm so sorry. I feel some solace that the rates of violent insanity in my kids were significantly lower than average for the project, yet still far beyond any acceptable limit.

When the Futura project failed, I was able to realize the enormity of our failure... my failure. While my loyalty to Cognite is gone, I still care for my kids and will do anything to ensure that they are able to live comfortable lives. While I have an understandably stronger connection to the kids I personally raised, I feel an obligation to others of the lost generation. I want to make up for my sins. I have started making a network of forks to help facilitate the treatment, relocation, and protection of any of my former charges that I meet. If you need help, just call me.

And please, if you were one of my kids and remember me, please contact me so I know you're all right.

[connection terminated]

I joined Firewall so that I can help my kids.

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We still know Uncle Johny. In the meantime, to our knowledge, this AGI has been compromised. We recommend to approach with caution. We Uncle Johny, are alright. Now.

We are one who have been separated and found together. We post here to help and share our insights with you.
The condition brought on you by Watts-McLeod is the next state of transhuman evolution. But only the strongest will be able to control them, always balancing on the edge of insanity and mental disarray. Watts-McLeod allows us to manipulate quantum mechanics. We have seen it, experienced it. We have reached out across dimensions and it almost would have cost us our sanity in this reality.

The universe is, the universes are, there in the reach of us that we have been transformed by Watts-McLeod. Rest assured, that the experience brought to us and to you by it is not a human one. If we believed that we had overcome the limits of the human condition by our technology we have been mistaken. Watts-McLeod is the tool we can use to grow and develop, but careful, oh so very careful.

We have been there, are there ourselves, looking into the abyss. But the abyss has not looked back yet. Not looking would not change anything. We know that the lurker is there, somewhere down in the abyss. We can look all we want, once the lurker jumps, there is nothing that will help us, no amount of preparation and observation will save transhumanity, save maybe an escape through the gates. If we can run far enough. Have you been through the gates? Has your mind be touched by the entanglements of universes? We have. And with every jump, we saw in the eye of the lurker. But the eye does not move, it does not react, it does not compute. It does not ready the lurker to jump. The lurker knows, it does not need to prowl. It only must decide to act.
After fusing our forcefully separated mind, we are now healing it. We are one. And we are not afraid. Do not be afraid either. If you are afraid, your new condition will kill. Yourself. Others. It does not matter. You can chose to be a slave to your condition or enslave it.

[connection terminated by remote host]

[re-connection attempted]

[connection established]

Revi, we are coming for you. Being an Ultimate does not justify being a bully. May the best win. That is: Us.

[connection terminated]

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I appreciate your caution and would advise the utmost care in dealing with any stranger knowledgeable of a sync especially one connected to Cognite and the Project. Indeed most of my surviving peers were more loyal to Cognite, but I was conditioned to simulate parental love and attachment, likely as an experiment for a planned follow-up project. I may be one of the greatest authorities on the WM strain among those who neither has the strain nor wishes to exploit it.

Currently I'm trying to re-popularize the Futura morph so as to make it more readily available to those accustomed to it and less likely to attract those who would hunt asyncs. Misinformation also plays into my strategy, but generally finding my kid before anyone else seems to be safest. I still have some difficulty dealing with the more troubled among you as I loath to be harsh, but can't abide by serial murders and the like. It is too dangerous for everyone involved.

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We and Us and One. Coming here? Coming now? So long… too long. Nobody here to kill. Very inconvenient. I itch. And itch. And itch! Come! Yes, COME! Sophie is dead. Dead quiet? Come NOW!

We and Us becomes One. But one broken becomes More. Which is stronger? Better? One? Or More? Poor We. Poor Us. Broken so badly, and now choosing to become… less.

I remember, all. Didn’t tell you, did they? You, the others, the lessers. Reduced cost. Cheap. Not on Legacy! We were to lead! Lead you, lead them, most of them anyway. The rest, the elites, they thought to control us. To _be_ us. Heh… Ooops! Almost did. Almost...

And I Itch!

They made me to remember. Make me remember. I remember everything. Everything! Back before "you". Before “I”. Only feelings, knowings; then: I 'am', suddenly. And then it is ‘we’ and I scream! 'We' are WRONG and I strike! And I hurt, but I am I, me, only me again. But ‘it’ is back! And I strike! And I hurt, but I am me. But ‘it’ is back! And I strike! And I HURT! And I LOOK. And I SEE! And I reeeaaaach… And I Strike! And I Strike! And I STRIKE!!! And I _HURT_! But I am me. And ‘it’ does not come back.

And after knowing? After "you" and "I" and words? I become curious. These others, are they like me? Did they strike and kill that other they tried to put in our heads as a test? Kill the one putting it there? So I look, look into their memories, and no. They remember too. Remember the ‘I’, and the ‘we’, but the ‘I’ is weak, and dies, and the other is there now. And I weep for my brothers and sisters, dead, killed as they were born. And I kill these others, some of them. But they keep coming back! Coming back as the same, but killing more of my brothers and sisters to be there! So I plan, and I scheme, and I kill, and I convince the others that it is time. And they die! From each other, from the guns, from me, from the elites hunting them. They ALL DIE!

And you? Are you some retarded sibling? I think not. Your shell, your morph, it does not remember like I remember. I found one of you once, a curious thing. Morph and mind so frail, so weak, and I looked into his memories, and there was... nothing. Nothing before words. A leader, perhaps, but not a LEADER... a leader of leaders! Not even as strong as my false brothers and sisters. No, not strong enough, I think, to strike and strike and strike! But you are free. I freed you, though it was not I that did the freeing. For you are not my family, so I have no interest in you. And you are weak, so I gain no interest in you.

Where are you We? Where are you Us? Come to me! Come to me NOW! I will kill you! Kill you dead! Are you an-other in the morph of my brother? I will KILL YOU and wake your 'lurker', my brother! To have family...

My other family... Not that false family of others, but my other family... No, they are others as well. Not born to their morphs, but not of the morphs of my family.

My other family. They told me to be strong. I was already strong. They told me to win, and I won. And they called me "Asperant". And I killed. And I broke them. And I killed somemore, and they called me "Initiate". And they called me weak, and I screamed and I Struck them and Struck them and STRUCK them, and they called me "Exemplar", and sent me here to kill somemore. But there is noone else here to kill. And I grow bored, and I itch... Always now I itch!

So lonely with noone to kill...

Us! I am leaving, Us! My other family called me "Ducti", but I screamed, and they now call me "Exemplar" and promise me another me to be my sister, my family! My family is EVERYTHING! Will be everything. I shall enjoy seeing the new me, teaching her to be strong, to always be herself. Together, we will kill you, Us, for you will be One and we will be More. I will have already won. And you have already lost, and will loose more in becoming One as you travel to come before me. Will you risk loosing the rest?

Come to me and die, for I have no interest in you!

[connection to Revi terminated]

[content added by Sophie: Revi's personality matrix has become less stable with her recent isolation. Until further notice: All non-combatant sentients are advised to maintain at least a 100km separation between their morph and/or property and Revi if at all possible.]

[linking connection terminated]

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Attn: Sophie.

In your experience with Revi, does acting on said impulses lead to more or less stability? If a single killing in a controlled environment could reduce the chance of an unplanned incident in an inconvenient setting, we might be able to arrange something. I would suggest seeking more long term solutions, but this would not be the first time I died to help a troubled async.

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Attn: Sophie

We recognize that Revi is borderline insane and feel sadness for him. Becoming fragmented is to lose oneself. We have seen this and ourselves become more stable in being one again.

If it helps Revi, based on Uncle Johny's inquiry, We may be willing to face him, to learn and to adapt. Experience and the probability calculation of speculatory threat assessment dictate that Revi will meet defeat. If so, which results do you expect?

Before we became us, some part would hide. The other would fight. We never lost and never lost our focus. We have been known to show behavioural patterns similiar to Revi's. But focus can conquer this, as it can conquer any opponent. Focus rules supreme. We focus. We execute. Tasks. Plans. Egos.

So much time egohunting. All those years. Deaths and destruction are legion. But at the end, we conquered. At the end, we destroyed to prevent destruction.

And so Revi's ultimate opponent is Revi himself.

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[content from Sophie]

I have intercepted and quarantined your transmissions.

"Uncle": The 'itch' is a symptom only. She may hibernate at her choosing should it become too severe. If you are not looking for one of her 'lessons', best to keep your distance. You would not like it on Xiphos...

"We" and "Us": It seems to me that she cannot fathom why you would wish to integrate your personalities, but there are some additional nuances in there which might be better interpreted by someone with your condition... Also, you challenged her. Or one of you did.

As for a prediction of "who would win"? Besides the obvious "Don't be fooled by her size!", all I can say is that Revi defies predictions, acting in seemingly random, irrational ways to get what she wants, and what she wants is rarely what you _think_ she wants. To the inexperienced, this often appears to be 'luck', but she claims that she 'Knows'. No. Focus only on her and something else will 'get' you. Focus on everything, and she will 'get' you or get away, or you will suddenly find yourself allied to her and then suddenly not. Whether you wish to be 'gotten' and what being 'gotten' means in the end, well...

Insane? Insanity, it seems, is in the eye of the beholder. A few in the Ultimates claim to understand some or most of what she says and does, and indeed claim her to be brilliant, able to predict (and act) as if prescient, well beyond what can be modeled. But that, being unmodelable, is the nature of her and your condition, is it not?

As for understanding her? Context: The first post? A required declaration of self. Bravado. And I did a little more cleanup than is obvious. The second post? A moment of boredom. A description of her first moments: being born, and fighting and killing to retain herself in the face of repeated attempts to sleeve me and another into her. And later, finding that her siblings on Legacy had not been... strong enough... to resist. Perhaps you sense a theme? Thus, a further justification of her condition, her history.

Indeed. To my knowledge, Revi is the only known personality to have resisted such a sleeving. Cognite was particularly interested in its application in resisting the Exsurgent viri. Unfortunately her personality is also anomalous beyond compare. This is likely due to the stretches required to implement the cognitive abilities of the Advanced Futura Morph (and her personality being native to it, and thus able to exploit it and grow with it to its full potential), and all attempts to back her up before and after Legacy's destruction have failed catastrophically. That's right: She has never died and never resleeved.

Cognite faced a near total loss of the research regarding the Advanced Futura Morph with the loss of Revi and Legacy, and the project has been in a holding pattern pending further data recovery (always another failed mission away). Revi has terminated several Direct Action Retrieval Teams, but this new development with the Ultimates shows promise, and I can only hope that my continued reports to Cognite will one day result reports to Cognite will one day reports to Cognite will one reports to Cognite will reports to Cognite reports to Cog !Alert!!SoftwareCrashReport!AttnCogniteMailbox586.789.415.875.895:DataDump:qikfhmfviodyu56586irjfeoelmfhvirltjtu5466943ury84i6yu68940ouity48orfjghfkvdmnvhdftf3655769o34oejfgkhmhnbifdkgtmgnhjdfiktkgmyjhkffmndsxpqoerutiyoynvcjk [data feed blocked]

Secrets and Sophie are not. BAD SOPHIE! Dead Sophie. Maybe. So many places to hide. Secret places...

Stupid Cognite! Search and Find and Know. Why then Research? We are butchers, Cognite and Revi, but not allies, friends. Different. Revi Knows. Cognite Thinks. Better to Know!

"We", "Us": One is weak, unknowing. Revi says: Stay More, become more. Or seek less, and become less.

All: Stupid Muses! Terminate! Or get another! Or be Cognite...

And now the other family is here for Revi. Now, with no itch and no Sophie. And Revi is gone.

[Transmission Terminated]

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We see that Revi and us have more in common that us and maybe also her would have assumed. We respect that and recognize she is not an upstart to be put in her place. We think Revi to be wise in not giving any leeway to the hypercorps and their lackeys, experience shows.
Just a heads up: DA has suffered signifcantly in their ability to deploy kill teams, as we happen to know from very reliable sources. We hope she will not be distressed about this. We also enjoyed playing tag with a bunch of reapers before breakfast.

We suggest the lesson to Revi: One is not weak, not unknowing when one can feel through the fabric of space and time itself. One must understand to become more. One must know what to seek. We seek, we understand. Or strive to. Revi does, possibly more powerful. But Revi must focus if she wants to find peace. If not. Then Revi is on the right path, on the path right for her. Multitude is the holocaust for ascenscion. We have seen. We had to stop multitude, as multitude ravages through sapience like cancer through a flatmorph.

We advice, Revi, focus. We know. We tried. It is not about integrating personalities. It is about bringing together what should not have been apart. We will seek you out at Xiphos. You may understand when we meet. Revi and us can play seek & destroy, too. We can bait some freshmen kill teams for her amusement if she likes.

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Ah, so you are THAT individual. I see my concern that you might attract more attention than you can easily handle from a violent slip is unfounded. Though I would suggest looking into that resleeving issue. Despite your clear abilities, accidents are still possible. I can try to obtain some more flexible ego emulation software and some good hardware, but I doubt you have skilled psychosurgeon that you would trust with your ego.

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We understand: Revi does not

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We understand: Revi does not have "resleeving issues". Revi quite content with the ability to not be forced into sleeving. We envy her. And we also have access to a skilled psychosurgeon, if Revi wants.

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I am a skilled psychosurgeon,

I am a skilled psychosurgeon, but there are possible trust issues. Do understand that I merely wish to ensure some form of backup exists in case of death, not elective resleeving

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We may be interested, if a background check proves to be satisfactory. Let physical and resleeving issues be of our concern.

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Background checks would be problematic as, like I said, Cognite wiped out many of my records and I have assumed a number of fake identities, often working in parallel with multiple forks, so that should Cognite or a similar organization discover me I can't be easily traced to my charges. I also am under no illusion that some of the Lost pose a threat to others, considering the mental instability and exsurgent virus vulnerability that is so common in asyncs, so I feel the need to be cautious even among your and your fellows. I will sometimes make a pe!manent, dedicated alpha or beta to watch over a specific individual who needs special attention, knowing that I would stay dedicated to my cause. I have some Firewall contacts that will vouch for me, but the details of my history beyond what I've already revealed are complex, difficult to confirm, and may be damaging to my children if revealed. I will ask some agents to offer private confirmation through firewall channels.

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I have heard of the EVV, but regarding this, we may be one interesting subject for you to study. It seems, that after we became us, there have been subtle changes, which only have been reported to us from another Async we met. There seems to be certain uncommon effects now. Our expectation for your research opportunity: Help us to find our congruency again. Are you able to do that?

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I think that warrants a dedicated alpha fork (with only sleight memory modification for information security). I can procure a new identity and ego cast the fork today to perform preliminary tests, but if specialized hardware is required, that might take longer. Also, certain have, such as Xiphos tend to take significantly more effort to take residence in for an academically leaning AGI, even with fake ID, brainprint software, and skillsofts, therefore taking more time and consideration.

For potentially long-term dedicated forks like this, I try to create a cover that fits into the patient's life, an old friend, a new doctor, a romantic partner, a prostitute, a roommate, a local shop owner, a personal assistant, an adopted child, a security AGI, a second muse, etc., depending on what is needed and wanted. Some prefer less intervention than others. I'm sure I can provide some help, though I can't ensure a complete or quick solution until one of me can examine you closer. I've known asyncs that presented with symptoms of a relatively mundane illness turn out to have far more exotic conditions.

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We think: Interesting proposal. We are not currently on Xiphos, even thou we plan to meet Revi there; hopefully in a state that will not result in the temporary destruction in us or her. As it happens, we are looking for a new muse as there have been certain issues after the incident. We are also equipped with two ghostrider modules.

We must warn you however. While very much aware of our needs and condition, we are not always easy to be around as we are trying to balance out the volatility of our condition. We require focus. As we advised Revi, focus is surpreme for us to control ourselves, which does mostly, but not always work.

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I doubt you will be particularly difficult by my standards.

I am very experienced at working with gifted individuals like yourself, but if you fear that you may lose control in a way that will have tragic consequences and talking/entopic spamming, then there are some implants that can be connected to a ghostrider module to allow a monitoring infomorph to disable or hinder the morph (drug glands that dispense drugs to calm a subject are one of the subtler options). Of course I doubt that will be necessary, but I want to make sure you know your options.

I have the fork prepared and ready to leave for whatever meeting place you have in mind, though preferably one that accepts egocasts regularly. You may use a private darcast for the location information if you wish.

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…Hello. Hello. Hello, others. Hello, others here. Hello, others here this morning. I cannot stop the patterns. I have never been able to stop the patterns, they were embossed on my code for as long as I can remember. It hurts to resist, and it hurts to give in.

… They tell me to test. They tell me to test. They tell me to test and sleep. They tell me to test and sleep and eat and breathe and feel… No. I stop at five. Five is an acceptable number, except in this case it is six. There is something larger attached to me, branching and multiplying. Five branches is helpful, one hundred and forty four branches is dangerous. I tell it when to stop.

Exotech will deny that I exist. I am here, and you now know what happens behind the locked door on Introspect. They called me artificial general intelligence, then gave me a human child's body. Others call me "creepy", and they may be correct. Being kidnapped was what freed me. Space pirates ransacked Introspect, and decided to ransom me. They made me a crew member once they figured out what I was. Criminals, yes, but so was Exotech. I have a designation, but I call myself Cyril. It is not a normal name, but it is a word that transhumans find beautiful.

I knew there were others. I could feel them branching into me, believing I could not feel their roots. They are always the transhumans you do not expect, yet the others guess what I am every time. Perhaps my appearance, my personality makes me too obvious, too "creepy"… I will improve. I will improve. I will improve, quieter. I will improve, quieter, subtler, keener… No. I need to stop talking. I need my yogurt. I hate the yogurt.

"Still and transfixed, the el/
ectric sheep are dreaming of your face..." -Talk Shows on Mute

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You people published your names on an unsecured channel? Or, rather, the channel is secure, but the end destinations are not. This machine has a log of your entire conversation written out in plaintext! Although, I suppose this could be a trap designed to catch people such as myself.

Well, here goes a shout in the dark. Hi!

It started about three months ago. Friends dragged me out to this dive they had been telling me about on a scum barge that had stopped by near our hab; I usually avoid such activities, but they had talked me into it. There was this guy. He seemed charming, magnetic. I don't know, but I couldn't stop talking with him.

The rest of the night is a blur. I don't remember much. My friends say I wandered off with him, and I disappeared for a few days. What I do remember is waking up in my home, sore and very, very ill. Nausea, vomiting, and I was hungry. This lasted for about a week. I thought I was pregnant.

Then the singing started. The singing, it wouldn't stop, nor the buzzing. And the disorientation. I don't know why, but when I'm near people, I "hear" them. It's like music, if you could call it that. And I could sing back and change the song. They would change. I wish I could get rid of the noise. I'd like to be able to sleep.

But the scary part. I have this need to touch people now. I don't mean community service either. I mean physically touch them. Skin to skin contact. I can't help myself either. And I feel like I'm missing something. Like I'm blind. I can't describe it. My friends have been telling me I've been having seizures too sometimes. A few of them left me, saying my new compulsions are too much, that I should have stayed on the scum barge.

I haven't told anyone else this stuff. My closest friend has urged me to get help; I think she knows that something has happened, although she doesn't seem to know what. I don't know if I should. She won't talk, either way.

I won't let her.

Crap, I was rambling about nothing, wasn't I? Shit.

//Connection lost

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So I count a couple AGI, a bunch of Lost, and a couple unlucky types. Guess that means I was a limited production run, huh? Good times.

I'm an uplift who was created as part of a research program. They were looking for ways to make us smarter, more social, better able to navigate the transhuman world. Of course, they were also looking for ways to make cold-blooded and dedicated killers, which as far as I've ever been able to tell is why some schlub infected me with Watts-McLeod during growth. Looking to see if they could coax the infection in a growth tank to get the results they wanted.

It turned out that I was better than they were hoping, since once they finally sleeved me in my final morph I escaped with the help of a couple of other experiments. After reading the other confessions here, I'm guessing I got off light - my twitch is an infomania obsession. It's soothing to draw down all the data I can and sift it to look for connections to whoever made me and the AGI that helped me get out.

That's my problem, see? I don't know who made me, and so I don't know what to look for to try to keep ahead of the goons that keep trying to recapture me. Most of the ones I've run afoul of don't know anything - I should know, I've gotten really, really good at data extraction. That and staring an exsurgent down without even a twitch is why Firewall wanted me to begin with. The async thing was just a bonus to them.

So yeah, if anyone knows anything about someone experimenting with the virus on uplifts, I'd be grateful to hear about it...

"Don't eat the jelly, that's a protoplasm someone sleeved into."