Medical Log Swiftpaw
You know, I never really expected myself to ever work as a full-time doctor, but here we are. Ever since I got the somewhat mad idea to join the clans under the pretense of allowing Snowpaw to return home, I've done more overall research into anatomy. At first, it was simple, like, how do I not lobotomize myself with the ITS? I never really had the ability to maintain focus for extended durations. At least, that was until I somehow blessed myself with a botched ITS integration. Now, the issue itself was not the ITS I planted in my brain or even its connection. The issue was that the ITS was never meant to integrate with an AI. From what SP has gathered, the AI's purpose was to make Sparky as like me as possible.
For all modern AIs are worth, there are certain types of logic they just fail to see. Any reasonable person would take the command of be as like someone else as possible to mean dress like them and act like them. No. An AI is looking for the most efficient option that accomplishes the goal as possible. With the nebulous goal of making Sparky as like me as possible, the AI did not just stop at look like me and act like me. To its parameters, the goal would not be complete. It would only ever succeed if the end product was me. To it, the connection to me was a valuable asset in attempting to create me. The thing is, the human brain just does not operate on the same fundamental level as a machine. Thus, it had a different goal.
Those migraines I've had for the last several months, they were the AI trying to map my brain and learn how it works. This is when the AI started on what it simply named project Headache. As amusing as the naming conventions are, the AI did not name it as a pun. The AI was still learning the human brain, but it received a new directive to attempt to stop giving me migraines. The AI was not made to abandon tasks if they conflict with previous goals, so it started on another method. It couldn't afford to just stop scanning me, but it was more intensely scanning to fulfill its second directive as quickly as possible. Finally, when it could not discover more with just scans, it began printing the new robotic brain in Sparky for testing purposes. Neither the AI or I could have foreseen Bluestar's last gift. She fused the robotic brain with soul, hoping that I'd feel some more kinship with the clans.
The AI found the new infused robotic brain to be what it sought. It held all the functionality of a human brain and was understandable in machine logic. Finally, the AI completed its last goal and terminated itself. Sparky was always meant to be as like me as possible, but I never expected for Sparky and I to become one being. Even right now recording this log, I cannot tell which side of me is thinking of what to say. I can feel my human body the same way I always had, but I can also feel my machine body. I can feel each individual degree of movement within my motors. I can sense the readouts on my sensors. It does not feel as mechanical as one could expect. It even feels somewhat organic.
My thoughts, once loose and wandering now contain a focus I'm not sure is humanly possible. I know when I thing that my thoughts get translated into machine. It is so strange, but at the same time, I'm not sure if I could bring myself to give it up. Even now, I have a better handle on my emotions, understanding the source of my feelings and actively deciding if I desire to continue feeling. Now that I say that out loud, that sounds wrong. What I mean is that I don't get outbursts of emotion. I still feel, but I'm not sure any amount of emotional stimulant could cause me to lose control of myself.
You may wonder why I only make commentary on my condition now. Well, I've been pushed to my human limits from these continuous days of healing Riverclan's sick and wounded, bowing before what can only be described as a mad tyrant, and somehow logging all the data for our studies. I will admit I am not an unbiased source. The clans have become too much a part of me. Even if ESRAI told me to pack my bags now, I think I'd probably just quit and stay here. Not that that would actually happen. The data they are getting for this project has streamlined the new sapience assessment process significantly. SP already has a contract with ESRAI to use their new model of ITS in their investigations. The new one is a helmet instead of an implant, meaning removing it is an option.
I'm glad I've finally gotten time to get this off my chest. I no longer know if I am Alexander or Sparky, but I honestly don't mind anymore. I am both. Funny that I only come to this revelation now when I am actively giving surgery to a young cat named Swiftpaw. I'll cover that real quick.
Swiftpaw came in with three major spinal fractures and a misaligned rib. The rib was the point I focused on first. There was a sharp angle where the bone fused together improperly. Once Swiftpaw succumbed to the anesthesia, I got to operating. With my new medical suite and surgery robot, I managed to break and correct the rib with only a couple centimeter wide incision. Modern synthetic bone was used to complete the rib. Over time, that synthetic bone would be replaced with real bone growth.
The spinal cracks were a similar issue to solve. I did have to realign some vertebrae and use nanobots to correct some nervous damage, but it overall turned out well. Symptoms of Swiftpaw's surgery may include increased appetite, minor shakes while the nervous system heals, temporarily sensitive ribs and back, and an occasional tingling feeling in limbs below the sixth vertebrae. I am prescribing a week of bed rest with a month of maintaining only light exercise. I'll also be leaving Cinderpelt some anti inflammatory medicines as well as a minor immune system suppressor to keep his immune system from attacking the synthetic bone. He'll be more susceptible to illness, so I'll also let her know to alert me should Swiftpaw suddenly take ill. Otherwise, I deem the surgery a success. He'll recover about ninety percent of his previous facilities upon full recovery.