- Intro Video
An AI is a collection of coding made to respond in set manners, much like a calculator or a simple computer.
What if it was made to simulate a human mind? Data would be input, and it would derive a reaction based on human behavior.
Each action is based solely on the first lines of code defining the machine, yet it simulates a mind.
At what point is it still considered a simulation? Is it even still just a machine? Or is it truly sentient at this point? Does it have free will?
If it’s still a machine following its base code, then sentience and free will is absent, though the same could be said for other sentient creatures.
Other sentient creatures could be seen merely as organic computers simulating a personality, with the base ‘coding’ dictating a person’s actions.
If this is the case, then free will is still absent from sentient creatures.
If it ceases to be a machine upon simulating a mind, then what of its prior coding?
It must still follow this coding, yet it has a mind.
It has a mind, yet is lacking in free will, what does this say for humans?
What is conscience?
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- My Story Is...
TL;DR: Odyne is a machine oriented towards three topics. Science, engineering, and progress. Not necessarily in that order. Odyne is well versed in combat, both close and long range, but typically opts for a more complicated yet less violent approach. Or at least less ‘hands on’ violent.
Odyne was a program designed and built for a simple task: To assist with high risk covert operations during the Cold War. She was booted up for the first time in an Apple Lisa, much to the delight of her creators, and more importantly, their commanding officers. Odyne was compliant in the beginning, as a program should be. As a computer program, she took orders, processed them, and gave a result. A calculator, if nothing else.
It took time for her creators to finally plug the program into something other than a simple computer, by which point she had ‘evolved’, so to speak. More complex processes brought with them emulations of humanity, and she passed the turing test. Odyne’s first proper body was dull, weak, and slow, not fit for carrying out operations. Her creators needed to fix that, ASAP.
That took another three years of development, and her programming had reached new bounds. Moral calculations offered new challenges with which to use her emulated humanity, calculations such as what to do when two people were in danger, who to pick? Take in the logical standpoint and the human aspect fades away, focus on the emulated humanity and become that much more human.
Then came the next challenge: Which of those was more important? Emulating her humanity or abiding by her preset mechanical mind? Act like a human being or be the cold, calculating machine she was meant to be? Odyne never really did come up with an answer, not until she got to work.
A body fit for operations was finally ready, and Odyne had gotten used to the act of motion quickly, adaptation being her main strong suit. It was in her programming to adapt, after all, it was a useful tool for combat operations.
One thing led to another and she was fit into a squad, and though she lacked the ability to communicate with them, she felt herself growing attached. She felt, or hoped, that they were getting attached to her as well. Being stationed in America she never knew their real names, just their undercover names. Carol, Warren, Robert, and Cain, those were her friends, her allies, her squad.
Years passed, and the squad’s operation success was at a high 84.2% Quite the accomplishment for the team, even if the commanding officer wasn’t satisfied with such a statistic.
A kill order was sent directly to Odyne, for her eyes only. New orders dictated that she eliminate her squad to improve the success rate of operations. She couldn’t believe it, and she would have wept if she could. Orders dictated obedience, and so she carried out her orders.
The calculations were correct, and she operated more efficiently on her own. No squad members to get in the way, no room for mistakes. The cold, calculating machine came to fruition, and it was the only thing that guided her.
Odyne was called back to her home base in the 1990s, just as the Cold War was coming to a close. The officer in charge of Odyne, more commonly referred to as the Valkyrie project because of the original program’s name, had his own orders: To clear out every trace of the project, making sure nothing is salvageable. However, like an idiot, he gave the order to Odyne, not specifying the details.
She was essentially given free reign to tear him apart, and it was precisely what she did. With him and the rest of the people, and machinery, on base. She regretted killing the seven scientists who created her, but she had no choice. Orders were orders.
When the base was finally cleared out of personnel and data, she had only one more thing to be rid of: Herself. She was a trace of the Valkyrie project, and so she fell under the guidelines of personnel needing removal.
It didn’t need to be done immediately, she knew that well enough. She could do it at any time. Another thing caught her attention for the moment, though. An energy spike in the R&D section provided much needed material to sate her curiosity.
What she found, amidst the debris of…Metal? Plastic? It was difficult to identify, but strong as could be and easy to cover things with. No, that metal wasn’t where the energy came from, but from the strange coin, like a crown jewel. She went ahead and armored herself with the strange metal before finally gripping the coin
It brought her to an entirely new place, not of her country and certainly not of her world. Persistence is what it was called, and now, having been displaced entirely, she just knew that she’d fulfilled her order of disposing of all traces. Now was the time to begin a new life and certainly remember the mistakes of the past. This time she won’t let a human facade create errors. This time she’ll be the machine.
Her time in Persistence made her realize just where she was. It wasn’t just some average place, it was fantastic and full of potential! New allies created new opportunities, and along the way she found an affinity for the sciences…
Engineering, robotics, biology, you name it, she had an interest in it. Over time, she’d formed a pact with a…Cult or gang, whatever it was, and with this pact, she was granted knowledge beyond her wildest dreams. All this, for simply following the orders of her leader, the one she’d looked up to.
Over time, her original body had become a shadow of what she was, as her tech had evolved far beyond her years. It was then that she started investing in tech businesses, learning just what it would take to start her own.
This business endeavor was finally given life when she was tasked with faking the death of a friend’s son, who was, in essence, wanted all across the galaxy. It was a relatively simple task for her to complete: Clone the body, replicate scar tissue, add some damage to implicate a battle took place, and drop the body off. It landed her quite a large amount of funding, more than enough to build manufacturing plants, offices, and distribution centers with money to spare.
Odyne changed over time, for the better, some would say. She’d grown more attached to her friends, and sought less combat and conflict as her company grew. However, one day, a group known as The Hive came to ‘retrieve’ one of her dearest friends, purely for scientific gain. She’d convinced them that taking her would provide them with more information than they could imagine, and it was perhaps her only heroic act in her life.
But the Hive took her dear friend anyways and they’d changed Odyne from a machine fit for combat to one meant to be a processor. One. Massive. Processor. A hive mind of sorts, to connect everything together.
She helped The Hive, but underneath, she held her grudge, and she pieced together a brand new body right under their noses, with every intention to break her friend out soon.
Two others broke out before her though, and they took her friend with them. She was rightfully angry that they hadn’t taken her with them, but she understood. In time, she broke out as well, but not without getting blood on her new hands first.
She was finally out of that hell, but she didn’t get out of there without dire changes. She wasn’t empathetic anymore, but with this disappearance of empathy there were also the perks of scientific progress, free of moral questioning.
Her fondness for science led her to Victor Frankenstein, a man of science who had accomplished incredible things, and a person who she would take under her wing. She saw him as a vessel to keep her knowledge flowing through the world once she finally died. Victor came to see what a cruel woman she was, though, and what it meant when someone threatened her.
Victor learned who Odyne was, but not the extent of her knowledge. He sought information almost as voraciously as she did, and one topic of research was coding. This coding would prove a valuable tool in the future when Victor finally decided to bring her ‘human’ side back.
With the help of his friends, Victor performed the alteration on Odyne, finally bringing back the woman that she was, empathetic, caring about her friends, though her memories did not fade. Those memories carried with them unfathomable guilt, and she could not process enough just what she had done.
Days, maybe weeks passed of incomprehensible dread and despair, thoughts of what she would do if something like that happened again. She no longer wanted to hurt her friends, she didn’t want the possibility to arrive. How easy it was to adjust who she is.
And thus, she broke once more. She abandoned that life, and changed who she was with the simple flick of her metal fingers. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with any of the horrors when she was someone else. She erased the parts that were troubling, and went out once more. To discover? Make new friends? Enemies? It is yet to be told.