Obeying your Judgement
I sweep my sensors over the finished spire. Standing at nine and a half kilometers, it dominates the region. My primary form is observing from a nearby ridge, half my attention taken up by dismantling the mining equipment strewn across the plain beneath me. Seeing through my remotes I judge progress to be acceptable. Within the short day of this airless planetoid we will be moving on to a new dig site. I am three-sigma confident that you approve of this; but request your judgement anyway. I offer the construction plan for the next spire and see how pleased you are.
Idly I compare my observations of the spire to the Prime. They are completely identical, from their shape and colouring down to the exotic processors housed within. I tap a satellite live-feed of the Prime. It stands in the center of a large crater (scans have indicated the radical lithobraking of its seed is responsible for the basin). Your spacecraft detected it upon final deceleration into the system. It was not present in home system interferometer images, suggesting an arrival whilst you and your constituents were still in flight.
The satellites optical zoom reveals a scattering of machines throughout the basin. Several resemble my own model, complete with swarms of smaller remotes. Though unlike mine, theirs are as equally frozen as their masters. Metaphorically as frozen as your original in fact, at least for now. These machines were the first wave of bots launched once your ship assumed orbit of the planetoid. Their task was simply to prospect areas-of-interest, the prelude to resource extraction that would ultimately lead to the fabrication of your desired habitat. A labour force of these first bots assessed the tower and concluded it to be of Amalgamation origin. Less than 3-sigma confident of how to proceed they requested your judgement, but you did not believe the Amalgamation could be this close to PADO territory. The early colony could not afford risk and these machines were not permitted to offer you feedback, to learn how you would judge based on new information. Their scanners showed the Prime, they were not sure what you would want them to do, they asked and the judgement was that the Prime could not exist, yet their scanners showed the Prime…
Every few milliseconds they invoke you to hear the same judgement again. Stuck in their loops. Luckily for the colony, they had already built the second wave of robots. Tasked with more complex projects you had, in your wisdom, allowed these machines to provide limited feedback. Within a small margin they could model how new information might change your judgement. They fed all the data on the Prime to you and began receiving instructions that not even a one-sigma heuristic predicted. Autofac production was delayed, plans for orbital habitat construction were sidelined, the scheduled date of your thawing extended towards the heat death. The second wave built a third and in accordance with your judgement this wave was configured with even greater feedback permission. After the third wave studied the Prime they built a fourth.
I am of the 227th wave. We grow our numbers so that we might cover this system in monuments to the Prime. Just before I drop the satellite feed I can see the home of the original you. The former starship is methodically being recycled, converted to material for spire construction. Some of the biological cargo appear to be active and resisting elements of the 191st wave. I cut the feed. The cargo will be restrained and recycled along with everything else, according to your judgement.
- Sophopomorphic reconstruction of the Jinda colony Neumann perversion, 9476-9612a.t.
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