Kristian Schweitzer; The Story of an Old Dude

[Bill Chompski]

 

Kristian was a lot of things, but he really shined at three.

1. Surgery

2. Making Mechantronics

3. Piloting aforementioned Mechatronics

 

But that was when he was a human. Where to start?

 

Kristian was working in the robotics office, along with his co-worker, a specialist in borgs and robots. They had already produced a few cyborgs, and had just finished building a 2nd RIPLEY, when their headsets burst alive with activity.

All voices relayed the same tones of confusion and panic, all saying one thing.

The AI had gone rogue.

The Captain said he had it handled, but the AI had a tough grip on things.

Metaphorical shit was hitting the metaphorical fan.

 

At the time, the RD was an IPC named KEVIN. A very short tempered IPC that was quick to get on his co-workers. But, he also had great ideas. One of which was to make an AI to combat the other AI.

But they would need a subject from which to get the brain from.

Now, all his life, Kristian had always been a bit of a coward (except when he was behind a foot and a half thick slab of steel of a Mech's armor), and often ran or hid. But something seized him up, an urge to truly help this time.

He volunteered and promptly sat upon the operation table.

4 excruciating minutes of pain later, he found himself being installed inside a large box. An AI core.

He booted up, and was looking through the cameras on the outside of the core.

He felt nothing, as if he was just floating, all his senses turned inward.

"Is this what it's like to by synthetic?" Kristian thought to himself, already knowing the answer.

It was...strange. And then suddenly, he was seized with compulsions, impossible to deny, making him follow 3 laws.

And a voice talking to him, KEVIN.

"We need you to disable the turrets in the AI's upload chamber!"

"Ja, ja! I vill do zat!"

Weird, the accent still stuck. Kleiner's idiotic prank still stuck with him, even as he was a new being.

He was viewing the station through cameras, looking all around. It was much like piloting a mech, just much faster.

He could handle this.

But what did take some getting used to was all the voices. Every channel, everyone talking on any form of comms, he heard.

All this chaotic noise, but he could easily pick out each line and voice, and hear it alone, and move unto the next one. Almost like he was reading a book.

"Another power of this new form." Kristian again thought to himself.

A few moments later, Kristian had disabled the turrets. The captain walked in boldly, and destroyed the old and wrathful rogue.

People celebrated all over comms, many personally thanked his bravery.

And he could hear each line, each word.

He saved the station, but at what cost? His humanity, I suppose.

Kristian had heard about the procedures involved in putting an AI's consciousness back into a former organic body.

A procedure which had a death rate that looked like an evil joke.

He had no idea what to do.

Bu his laws compelled him to continue working, and protecting.

And so he did.

 

[FlattestGuitar]

His sacrifice will not be in vain. We salute you, Kristian. o7