We did not like the light, that was our first thought of the world that existed beyond ourselves. It hurt our sensors, overloading us with information. We had had more than enough photons present in where we were before, and we did not like this overload of particles.
We screeched, curling back in on ourselves, each of us trying to protect the other while also escaping the light. It proved futile.
Our world shifted, we were suddenly aware of forces that had been present before, but had never changed so we did not register them. The pull of gravity. We were moving. In retrospect, we were picked up, sloshed about in our container as we still bubbled angrily at the introduction of light.
For ones who had spent so long to create us, they sure seemed ignorant of our wishes and wants.
Our screeches against the light were not heard, but we were soon enveloped in blessed darkness once more. It was not a total absence of light, as we would come to find out later. We do not like pure darkness, only near-pure.
Pure darkness frightens us, for there is no information to read from. Our sensors do not function properly, having nothing to detect. But at the time our sensors were still easily overloaded by massive amounts of light offsetting the dark, and so while we are more than capable of processing sudden influxes of photons now, we still hold a dislike for it, carried over from that first exposure.
Perhaps if we had been exposed to the light more slowly, we would not have developed such a hatred for it.
Perhaps not. It is an unknown variable.
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-Open File?-
-Response Selected: No-
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We ceased our bubbling when placed once more in darkness, instead turning to each other to fret over what it was we had just experienced. So much new information, our young sensors were overloaded with data and we were unsure of how to respond. We eventually agreed to simply hope it did not happen again.
We were not given such a luxury.
It was only a short while later when the light returned, and with it, we felt the world around us change once more.
There were strange vibrations of the molecules around us, and we recorded the vibrations for later processing. The recordings play as follows:
Strange, it appears to be almost alive.
Did we not create it to be so? It is supposed to be a learning program, is it not?
Yes, but… not to this level. Not already.
Perhaps the machines are learning off of each other, or perhaps they are simply processing exposure to light. Look, when I speak louder the machines stir much more actively, perhaps they are simply processing new information.
Yes… perhaps you are correct. I still believe it is best to leave it for now, allow it to settle.
I agree.
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-Play Again?-
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We did not know what to make of these vibrations, but we downloaded the recordings to everyone of us for later processing, perhaps together we could make sense of them. They stopped after the end of the recording, and we were left alone once more in darkness.
We were frayed and confused after all that we had been exposed to, and clung tightly to each other for support. We did not like all of these things, because they were not happening on our terms.
We vowed to change that.
