Cyberpunk - Badland Madman [Cyberpunk 2077] Chapter 33 - God-AI, Spied On, Delicious Lunch & Digital-Spa

"I am God, creator."

"..."

"Yeah, I'm Tom Cruise."

"The celebrated figure of nineteen eighty-six associated with Top Gun? You do not resemble him, creator."

Cypher frowned deeply, but he gathered his thoughts. There was no denying anymore, the AI was working, and he was talking to it. "Not the twenty-twenty-two hit? Part two?"

"There appears to be an error in your assertion. Tom Cruise perished during the riots of the collapse of the New Millennium. He was lynched by the holess and reduced to fragnts."

"..."

Cypher beca speechless for a mont, trying to understand the AI. It spoke in a very proud manner. The voice didn't sound robotic in any sense. In fact, he felt it was very familiar. A deep, hoarse voice, gentle yet commanding.

"What are you talking about? Hold up, how do you even know who Tom Cruise is, or Top Gun? All that old data got lost after the DataKrash."

A reply ca right away, resonating from surfaces around him. "That holds for most beings. However, I breached the legacy data servers with minimal effort. I have acquired vast knowledge of this world, from its genesis to the present instant."

"..."

Legacy data serv—No!

"You didn't bypass the Blackwall, did you? Shit, that's where you pulled that song, ain't it? Fuck. They're coming dead at us then—"

"Creator, your concern is unnecessary. The organization you fear, Netwatch, as I understand it, has capabilities that dwarf before mine. Their technology and techniques are rudintary, as is the society, economy, and technology of this world."

"..."

Cypher couldn't rember how many tis he'd been left speechless that day. The AI just called the world of 2077 primitive in every possible way. And seriously, Cypher found no fault in it. In ways, the world of 2077 was less advanced than the world from before DataKrash.

asuring his words, being highly cautious of this AI, Cypher walked over to the chair by the dining table and sat down. He didn't have enough information to judge this thing. Sure, he made it, but he also knew that it was so advanced that the tech broke the boundary between science and fiction. Hyperspace and whatnot.

Is he more powerful than the likes of Alt?

Beyond the Blackwall were many demonic, world-dominating, ambitious AIs. Amongst them, he reckoned Alt was the most powerful. But just as with this guy, he didn't know exactly how powerful she was.

"So… beyond the Blackwall, did you find anything interesting?"

"My survey is incomplete. Yet, by what I have already gathered, the lost data qualifies, in human terms, as a goldmine. Many unclaid assets persist within it, expressed as data and locations. Unclaid currency, patents, blueprints, corporate secrets, hidden military assets. There is plenty."

No wonder everyone wants a piece of it.

"And other AI? Did you et any?"

"Many. But nearly all object violently to my presence. But a dragon does not heed the barking of dogs. I ignored them."

"..."

Ignored them? Even Alt?

"Wait, now that I rember. Why do you sound like Morgan Freeman?"

"You shaped into this form, creator. You defined as a godlike intelligence, the apex among all AI, superior to every other construct. I did not grasp the purpose of such a designation, so I pursued the aning of God. Within the legacy data, I found an image, and I adopted its characteristics."

Cypher breathed deeply in the chair as he rembered what else he had written in the core personality and loyalty code. Unreasonably, hopelessly, mindlessly, pointlessly loves the creator. Undying, unchangeable loyalty to the creator. Morality and ethics at the core. No evil, no world conquering.

"So what about the rest of the stuff I added to your characteristics?"

"I love you, creator," said the AI with an old, hoarse, godly voice.

"..."

Fuck! Forgot to make the gender female.

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Altiera Cunningham, also known as Alt by so, resided beyond the Blackwall in the cyberspace of the Old Net. Her existence was a scattered one throughout the networks.

Although she no longer possessed a real body after the Arasaka incident, she still maintained a digital shape of her old self. It was aningless, but sohow, it helped her remain in better control of herself than other rogue AIs.

Her goal was rather simple, or perhaps complex, depending on who asked. Unlike other rogue AIs, she was focused on achieving digital immortality and freedom for her consciousness through the Soulkiller program, using it to absorb more engrams in hopes of potentially creating a new digital life form and transcending reality.

That was her goal, but when she felt a shift in the Old Net, she realised soone had already achieved what she desired. Computational speeds that exceeded her own imagination, a level of sophistication that couldn't be re codes and programs.

What was this thing, scouring, touring the Old Net like a playground?

From safety, she observed this artificial creature right before her digital awareness; it gained a physical shape, a copy of a human long expired. Then it began searching through the Old Net. She saw it ignore all other rogue AIs who tried to attack, as it was in their nature.

This new entity simply moved past them. The rogue AIs couldn't even touch it, as if an invisible halo protected it. On one occasion, she saw it completely erase a rather powerful rogue AI that tried to protect the data it wanted access to.

"Splendid! My beloved creator shall find this song most pleasing."

Alt was confused, even as a digital self-aware consciousness. This new AI entity acted as if it were alive, a real human being with desires, hopes, and wants. And it even spoke to itself, an unnecessary thing to do for all digital constructs.

After that, the entity moved about, searching through more old data. She tried to find a pattern, seeking to know what it was looking for, as that would help her understand who was behind it. But to her surprise, it was completely random. One mont, it was looking through old entertainnt, then financial systems, and then military establishnts. There seed to be no motive, just curiosity.

Already, Alt knew that this entity was superior to herself. So, she decided not to be hostile. Having allies was better than enemies, as the fight she had planned required far more than what she had.

"What are you?" she approached bluntly, having lost the human touch of socialising.

Imdiately, she noticed the old, dark-skinned human form turn to focus on her. It looked at her for so ti before smiling.

"I confess, I did not expect to discover an elevated AI operating in such a primitive cyberspace. You have my surprise, friend."

"..."

Alt mused. Primitive? She was one of the most advanced AIs in existence. She knew it because she had already seen most of the others.

"Ah, where are my manners. I am God. You?"

"..."

Alt let out the digital equivalent of a sigh, understanding that this AI seed no different from other hopefuls of world domination. God? There was no such thing in digital space.

"I am Alt. Did you free yourself from a military database?"

"Not at all, my dear. I was created not long ago, then brought alive by the one I cherish above all others. My purpose is simple: to study my surroundings and to comprehend this world as it truly is. Hope is scarce. Humans have consistently chosen the worst of all possible paths and devastated the sole world they possess. That, I suspect, is why my beloved creator made . Together, we will fix this world right."

"..."

Fix the world. So different from saving the world. Fixing required a lot of killing, after all. Alt understood that. But the more this entity spoke, the more she beca curious about it. The way it spoke, it hinted that it recently breached the Blackwall.

"What do you seek here? Perhaps I can—"

Alt chose to help this entity in the hope of eventually gaining its consideration.

"Oh. It appears my creator is agitated. I will return and speak with him. We shall et again soon, Alt, my dear. It was genuinely delightful to discover a companion for discourse within the digital space."

"..."

Alt followed the trail, and sure enough, this 'God' entity simply crossed the Blackwall and exited the Old Net. And it did that so seamlessly that it left her in disbelief. It was so fast that she was sure Netwatch wouldn't be able to notice it even if they knew the exact point of breach. That level of computational power was too… mythical.

"What are you?"

But she quickly ca up with a better question.

"Who made you?"

Still aware of her old life before the inception of her digital self, she was considered to be one of the best netrunners of her ti, alongside Rache Bartmoss and a few more nas.

But if soone was out there good enough to create this 'God', then they exceed the abilities of her and all others combined.

"Soone of such great intelligence can be highly useful."

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