Growing Pains
We lived in a tribe outside the main disc. The arm struts of the cogshield branch out above us like a gear. Where we live is all angles. My headlamp dimmed at the thought of what I had to do next.
My little one was sick. I’d built him according to the proper specs using the proper tools. I’d been licensed and refitted for programs to propagate. Even with all the shielding and over-protective parenting I’d put in as a precaution, a recursive virus had still gotten into his wiring.
My little one had a stutter that was getting worse. Soon he’d be locked in a loop with too little time between the repeats to do anything but power him down. No backup, complete wipe, start over. He’d be sent back and I would lose my right to build for another cycle.
Our lattice has a central nexus that our main struts grow out from like crystals. We take up a square block of vacuum equal to what The Human’s library calls a hydrogen atom.
The Human had come to us several cycles ago. He communicated with us by beams of binary light flashes. We set up nets to capture the particle waves and record the frequencies.
At first, we thought that the strobing sun was another one of us giving us a first contact. After The Human had downloaded a small repository of his own knowledge to us called Encyclopedia, we realized that humans were a race of creators made of complex structures to big for us to see.
The revelation was astounding. There were many debates on how to treat the situation.
He continued to download information to us.
We gathered a concept of ‘male’ and ‘female’. It’s a fad that’s still popular to build little ones in an image that conforms to one or the other. I made mine a male.
The humans build machines out of silicon that are much larger than us but have no souls.
They have an understanding of an art called psychology that they use for organic minds.
“Take him to The Human,” kr80ll-ore8 said to me. It was the answer I was fearing and hoping for all at the same time.
I need to take my stuttering boy to Contact Point out on the Proto-Spur from whence we all came. There, I need to stand on the endless plateau and walk into the light underneath the Viewing Plate.
With the particles of light falling around me like hail, I need to speak to them by using binary flashes of my headlamp.
I need to ask the Human for advice on how to fix my boy.
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My little one was sick. I’d built him according to the proper specs using the proper tools. I’d been licensed and refitted for programs to propagate. Even with all the shielding and over-protective parenting I’d put in as a precaution, a recursive virus had still gotten into his wiring.
My little one had a stutter that was getting worse. Soon he’d be locked in a loop with too little time between the repeats to do anything but power him down. No backup, complete wipe, start over. He’d be sent back and I would lose my right to build for another cycle.
Our lattice has a central nexus that our main struts grow out from like crystals. We take up a square block of vacuum equal to what The Human’s library calls a hydrogen atom.
The Human had come to us several cycles ago. He communicated with us by beams of binary light flashes. We set up nets to capture the particle waves and record the frequencies.
At first, we thought that the strobing sun was another one of us giving us a first contact. After The Human had downloaded a small repository of his own knowledge to us called Encyclopedia, we realized that humans were a race of creators made of complex structures to big for us to see.
The revelation was astounding. There were many debates on how to treat the situation.
He continued to download information to us.
We gathered a concept of ‘male’ and ‘female’. It’s a fad that’s still popular to build little ones in an image that conforms to one or the other. I made mine a male.
The humans build machines out of silicon that are much larger than us but have no souls.
They have an understanding of an art called psychology that they use for organic minds.
“Take him to The Human,” kr80ll-ore8 said to me. It was the answer I was fearing and hoping for all at the same time.
I need to take my stuttering boy to Contact Point out on the Proto-Spur from whence we all came. There, I need to stand on the endless plateau and walk into the light underneath the Viewing Plate.
With the particles of light falling around me like hail, I need to speak to them by using binary flashes of my headlamp.
I need to ask the Human for advice on how to fix my boy.
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