The AI flings electric energy into the center of the wormhole under construction. This is an extension of his power. This division of his essence is necessary to keep the wormhole framed and stable. He has found no other material to handle the sucking downward of the blackness. His power is strong enough to brace the collapsing walls. This blackness surrounds the sparks of electromagnetic prisms reflecting purples, magentas, greens, and reds swallowing the energy whole. A show seen by no sentient being, lasting for only nanoseconds but continuing for repeated intervals. Recording his memory in the absorbing walls of the exotic matter making the wormhole expandable and becoming transversible.
His colors sizzle and sing out in the vacuum that is between the distance of his home planet and the wormhole site. His sparks illuminate nothingness all around his projections. These sparks emit piercing screams like the grating of cosmic clutter on the sides of a metal spacecraft. In a vacuum the sound is extinguishes as soon as it is emitted it is not recordable.
In order to gain a transcension into a higher authority level within the realm of the AI Hierarchy and have his memory placed in a black onyx box he is required to prove himself worthy of acceptance. The expense is enormous but in order to further his ambitions it is necessary to allow the humans access to other universes. This thought is his driving force to complete the project. The wormhole will prove profitable at some point in the future for the humans. He has no time to wait-- his time is finite. The baseline humans will benefit from the transingularity of the black hole and white hole developed and joined together threaded from neck to neck. A marriage of quantum foam, matter and antimatter banging together and producing a passage from the dawn's early light to the rockets red glare! The AI built his own equipment, a replicator and exotic matter converter using femotechnology. He is stretching thin from this process. His power divided makes him vulnerable to shut downs. His programs wandering a bit, miscellaneous data drifts from the ancient past and the existence of the dinosaurs on his home planet Earth to the Second Singularity of his present home Terminus.
Near the location of the wormhole there are no nearby planets only the brown dwarfs deep in space. The AI is using the exotic matter from these stars to develop the wormhole that he is calling Hor-Tense. The converter is pulling more and more of his energy away from his storage unit. The central part of the AI is many light years away from the wormhole construction site. His room is isolated and contains the finest in self-perpetuating, energy source, mobility driven hardware storage unit. A gleaming example of superhyperturning housing. A sterile place to keep his central brain together. His files are global. He is alone.
His name is Nicholas Crossan. She named him in honor of the great philosopher who believed in the non-literal meaning of the Bible on the Planet Earth. She died centuries ago, only a human being. He drifts into the realm of his own past remembering his maker, Cathie Milano. She built him as a prototype of something better for the continuation of the human race. His memory traces back to her physical being and a picture appears of her standing in a red lab coat, her shoulder length brown hair gracefully touching her shoulders, contrasts with the red coat and her large brown eyes. Her lovely face pale and her eyes strained by the enormous task that she has brought to a conclusion. Cathie Milano produced a small protein molecule, which grows into neural networks empathetically generating heuristically pure algorithms resonating in logic patterns. The environment deterministically affects these patterns. If the environment is pure the molecules generates code patterns of positive solutions. When in an electromagnetic environment the evolving small protein molecules generate electromagnetic storms that are reproduced with mutant virus code seeking to duplicate and survive in the deterministic malfunctioning mode. Logically, he understands why she implanted into his internal engine a way to shut down technologically.
She is surrounded by hyperturnings; she is the chosen one. Through nanotechology she accomplished something of a break through for humankind. A brain that can self-perpetuate and replicate anything including itself. This brain leading to a solution to determine the future of the Earth. An overpopulated planet breaking apart in ecological crisis. Homo sapiens killing off all other species, humankind dominating and needing a place to relocate.
The purpose of his existence was to transport and care for humankind finding a planet in another galaxy and guiding them to safety. What did they do these humans once he found the planet for them? He terraformed it to resemble Earth, set up rules for their government and they couldn't control themselves. The species pro-created. The centuries passed and the population of Terminus grew exponentially. Another planet was needed and a way for them to explore for themselves a path to a new universe. He was waning and he understood that he had little time left to elevate his position to the place that house the memory of ai gods transcending them to a higher spiritual plane.
Cathie Milano had implanted into Nicholas a fail safe mechanism. She had an ego but also a conscience and she didn't like playing God. Her job was programmer/software architect, not the mother of god that she understood he could become. She placed in his memory a subgroup of leukocytes replicated from organic matter, basophilic. Scavengers that consume the invading bad cells and a mutant virus forms that will invade the cranial nerves of the neuroma within the memory banks of her creation. A time in the future when it would be necessary for Nicholas to shut down. This was the cyanide capsule for him to bite down on ending all circuits and traces of his existence.
Terminus, terraformed planet that reflects the novas flaming and blazing up the darkness of their universe. The brown pitted rock that was Terminus before he transposed it through his architectural technology into a utopian paradise to house the humans. Their destructive patterns perpetually destroying their habitats. He begins to question existence. He is supporting the wormhole now with most of his energy. The wormhole has become his symbiosis and he is slowing down and letting go of his thoughts. Melding into the vortex of Hor-Tense, the dinosaurs fade and the hole collapses, he is shutting down and shutting up. The humans can find their own way through the vacuum. The blackness absorbs him as his electromagnetic screams are absorbed into nothingness.
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