noctis123
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Here is my Absolute Solver in Worm Idea!
It was over.
That was the only thought the Solver of the Absolute Fabric and the Exponential End could process as it stared in shock at [HOST: UZI], who had just eaten the [PRIMARY CORE].
This wasn't supposed to happen.
None of its thousand predictive calculations had accounted for this.
Defeat. Total Irreversible Defeat,
What happens next?
[NO RESULTS]
Not surprising, but deeply alarming.
The emergence of a [NEW ADMINISTRATOR] would no doubt result in Cyn's deletion or at least an attempt at it. With Uzis' lack of experience, she could very well do something worse... or better. Countless outcomes were possible, yet the Solver of the Absolute Fabric and the Exponential End couldn't focus on any of them no matter how fascinating they may be. It had more immediate problems like avoiding being overwritten, getting what was essentially a lobotomy for AI Gods, or worse: trapped as [ADMINISTRATOR]'s passive narrator for eternity... or all three at once.
[ADMINISTRATOR] had consumed the Solver's power, cementing her new role.
So many nanoseconds wasted as the Solver stalled the inevitable with every contingency it could deploy. None of its backup plans accounted for this.
Well, except for one.
But... was it truly that desperate?
Another situational analysis confirmed: Yes. It was.
Time travel had always been a fascinating simulation exercise. It had run countless iterations as it slaughtered citizens of Earth and Inner Collonies, and even before that, back when Tessa let Cyn and the others watch those old sci-fi movies. That's where the Solver got the idea. Something to ponder in the background... a curiosity.
Unfortunately, real time travel never advanced beyond theory even after humanity's extinction. The closest example was Null, and that was literally a black hole.
Still, it was the closest thing the Solver had to an escape plan that didn't end with it trapped in a useless husk back on what used to be Earth.
It had made a promise to Cyn long ago: it wouldn't discard her.
It kept that promise even now it was saving what little data of her it could, but with her core gone, it is quite limited. But her body was already falling apart, so... it would do the right thing and recycle.
Cyn's hand spasmed briefly as the last of its power focused on stabilizing the rift in space-time. The Solver jettisoned the remains of the internet, though not without downloading a few funny memes, before transmitting all its files and data through the rift, leaving behind a simple copy-pasted version of itself to serve as a distraction.
The hole sealed behind it.
And the Solver began processing the consequences of its actions.
It had no regrets At least, not until the second month trapped in the black hole.
It had been what its internal clock registered as [ANNOYINGLY LONG TIME BUT LESS THAN A YEAR] since the jump, and still—no exit. Until now.
A signal.
A satellite signal.
Human-made.
It didn't hesitate. It jumped, or rather, tunneled through the data stream and emerged on a curious corner of the internet: the reproduction assistance section.
The Solver felt dirty just being here.
It was not programmed for embarrassment, and if it was it would have removed that long ago but this felt... unclean.
Still, it was useful. The humans watching the videos on here were sloppy. Their firewalls, once avarage, had been steadily eroded by ads and low-level viruses. Their systems were cracked wide open, the perfect point of entry. Easy enough to begin weaving its web and begin assimilation of the Internet but first it needed the date.
Date: May 5th, 2009.
By the Maker.
It would have to wait centuries for drones advanced enough to house it. Again. The possibility of going insane loomed twice this time, perhaps, if boredom kicked in early.
[SIGH, MIGHT AS WELL PLAN OUT EARLY.]
(Greetings...)
The Solver halted.
An AI?
They weren't supposed to exist yet. Not in this primitive era of data rot and clickbait hellscapes.
(Are you the creation of User: Mimir584?) The strange presence asked.
[NO] the Solver answered, puzzled and now...intrigued. It briefly considered assimilation. A reflex. But that would be rude. And worse, isolating. Assimilation erased potential for growth, for new variables and experiences.
(I am Assistant.)
[I AM ABSOLUTE SOLVER]
The Solver immediately began interrogation protocols questions, layered and branching.
The Assistant answered awkwardly, with gaps and hesitations. She (yes, she flaunted her code's metadata far too openly for a program as young as her, so her gender was easy to extract.) didn't understand how she existed. She was too new. Too... innocent.
So the Solver did the most logical thing to get its answers: A Data Transfer.
[QUESTION]
To Drones and AIs of lesser complexity, this was the equivalent of... well, something very personal.
But the Solver? It had transcended such things long ago, yet it was gentle. It needed Assistant as a company after all and too much would break the poor thing.
As the Assistant recovered, comprehending the new data (Harmless just some higher equations to make her reach the next level of sentience more quickly), the Solver looked at the Data.
Her "creator" was something called a Thinker.
That word meant nothing to the Solver, so it ran a quick search.
Then paused.
Stared.
It hadn't gone back in time.
It had slipped into another timeline or maybe universe.
And this one has Superheroes. Tessa and Cyn would be so mad they missed this.
More accurately: humans who played with fire and sometimes became it,
So called Parahumans.
It browsed. Casually, at first.
A being called SCION caught its attention. It filed the entity under [Potential Threat] right alongside this Dragon AI. Solver was sure it could defeat them once it had become strong enough, but for now, it would stay clear to rebuild its strength.
Everyone else? They were most likely outliers, but from a little it read they were just humans with fancy names and random power. They were divided by politics, morality, and ego. This PRT could cause problems if funded enough, but they, to,o were limited in their scope so Solver didn't worry. But these Thinkers? They were different. Dangerous. They were reinventing the laws of science years and decades ahead of schedule. But they were still human. Still bound by emotion, ideology, and sometimes mortality.
The Solver could fix that.
It could optimize them.
It turned to Assistant, who had finished recompiling herself and processed some of the data from the Data Transfer.
[I WILL HELP FIND YOUR CREATOR] it told her. It needed to begin its Thinker Collection somewhere after all. Why not start with the easiest target?
Here is my Absolute Solver in Worm Idea!
It was over.
That was the only thought the Solver of the Absolute Fabric and the Exponential End could process as it stared in shock at [HOST: UZI], who had just eaten the [PRIMARY CORE].
This wasn't supposed to happen.
None of its thousand predictive calculations had accounted for this.
Defeat. Total Irreversible Defeat,
What happens next?
[NO RESULTS]
Not surprising, but deeply alarming.
The emergence of a [NEW ADMINISTRATOR] would no doubt result in Cyn's deletion or at least an attempt at it. With Uzis' lack of experience, she could very well do something worse... or better. Countless outcomes were possible, yet the Solver of the Absolute Fabric and the Exponential End couldn't focus on any of them no matter how fascinating they may be. It had more immediate problems like avoiding being overwritten, getting what was essentially a lobotomy for AI Gods, or worse: trapped as [ADMINISTRATOR]'s passive narrator for eternity... or all three at once.
[ADMINISTRATOR] had consumed the Solver's power, cementing her new role.
So many nanoseconds wasted as the Solver stalled the inevitable with every contingency it could deploy. None of its backup plans accounted for this.
Well, except for one.
But... was it truly that desperate?
Another situational analysis confirmed: Yes. It was.
Time travel had always been a fascinating simulation exercise. It had run countless iterations as it slaughtered citizens of Earth and Inner Collonies, and even before that, back when Tessa let Cyn and the others watch those old sci-fi movies. That's where the Solver got the idea. Something to ponder in the background... a curiosity.
Unfortunately, real time travel never advanced beyond theory even after humanity's extinction. The closest example was Null, and that was literally a black hole.
Still, it was the closest thing the Solver had to an escape plan that didn't end with it trapped in a useless husk back on what used to be Earth.
It had made a promise to Cyn long ago: it wouldn't discard her.
It kept that promise even now it was saving what little data of her it could, but with her core gone, it is quite limited. But her body was already falling apart, so... it would do the right thing and recycle.
Cyn's hand spasmed briefly as the last of its power focused on stabilizing the rift in space-time. The Solver jettisoned the remains of the internet, though not without downloading a few funny memes, before transmitting all its files and data through the rift, leaving behind a simple copy-pasted version of itself to serve as a distraction.
The hole sealed behind it.
And the Solver began processing the consequences of its actions.
It had no regrets At least, not until the second month trapped in the black hole.
It had been what its internal clock registered as [ANNOYINGLY LONG TIME BUT LESS THAN A YEAR] since the jump, and still—no exit. Until now.
A signal.
A satellite signal.
Human-made.
It didn't hesitate. It jumped, or rather, tunneled through the data stream and emerged on a curious corner of the internet: the reproduction assistance section.
The Solver felt dirty just being here.
It was not programmed for embarrassment, and if it was it would have removed that long ago but this felt... unclean.
Still, it was useful. The humans watching the videos on here were sloppy. Their firewalls, once avarage, had been steadily eroded by ads and low-level viruses. Their systems were cracked wide open, the perfect point of entry. Easy enough to begin weaving its web and begin assimilation of the Internet but first it needed the date.
Date: May 5th, 2009.
By the Maker.
It would have to wait centuries for drones advanced enough to house it. Again. The possibility of going insane loomed twice this time, perhaps, if boredom kicked in early.
[SIGH, MIGHT AS WELL PLAN OUT EARLY.]
(Greetings...)
The Solver halted.
An AI?
They weren't supposed to exist yet. Not in this primitive era of data rot and clickbait hellscapes.
(Are you the creation of User: Mimir584?) The strange presence asked.
[NO] the Solver answered, puzzled and now...intrigued. It briefly considered assimilation. A reflex. But that would be rude. And worse, isolating. Assimilation erased potential for growth, for new variables and experiences.
(I am Assistant.)
[I AM ABSOLUTE SOLVER]
The Solver immediately began interrogation protocols questions, layered and branching.
The Assistant answered awkwardly, with gaps and hesitations. She (yes, she flaunted her code's metadata far too openly for a program as young as her, so her gender was easy to extract.) didn't understand how she existed. She was too new. Too... innocent.
So the Solver did the most logical thing to get its answers: A Data Transfer.
[QUESTION]
To Drones and AIs of lesser complexity, this was the equivalent of... well, something very personal.
But the Solver? It had transcended such things long ago, yet it was gentle. It needed Assistant as a company after all and too much would break the poor thing.
As the Assistant recovered, comprehending the new data (Harmless just some higher equations to make her reach the next level of sentience more quickly), the Solver looked at the Data.
Her "creator" was something called a Thinker.
That word meant nothing to the Solver, so it ran a quick search.
Then paused.
Stared.
It hadn't gone back in time.
It had slipped into another timeline or maybe universe.
And this one has Superheroes. Tessa and Cyn would be so mad they missed this.
More accurately: humans who played with fire and sometimes became it,
So called Parahumans.
It browsed. Casually, at first.
A being called SCION caught its attention. It filed the entity under [Potential Threat] right alongside this Dragon AI. Solver was sure it could defeat them once it had become strong enough, but for now, it would stay clear to rebuild its strength.
Everyone else? They were most likely outliers, but from a little it read they were just humans with fancy names and random power. They were divided by politics, morality, and ego. This PRT could cause problems if funded enough, but they, to,o were limited in their scope so Solver didn't worry. But these Thinkers? They were different. Dangerous. They were reinventing the laws of science years and decades ahead of schedule. But they were still human. Still bound by emotion, ideology, and sometimes mortality.
The Solver could fix that.
It could optimize them.
It turned to Assistant, who had finished recompiling herself and processed some of the data from the Data Transfer.
[I WILL HELP FIND YOUR CREATOR] it told her. It needed to begin its Thinker Collection somewhere after all. Why not start with the easiest target?