ORACLE
Within the mind-bending dimensions of the Haven, without walls or boundaries, yet encased in light, a spec of red, like the end of a laser beam, simply appeared in the space wayward as an ember light spark.
Gradually, the point grew hotter in color and larger in size, as it resonated ominously, flickering explosively with deep autumn colours.
The Artificial Intelligence, ORACLE from the Terra Liberation Front, had found it's way to the Haven. There it waited, now calculating it's surroundings. It only knew a single question to ask of the fellow A.I in the space. The only question that it was not able to generate a suitable logical answer for. 'How?' 'Where?' and 'Who?' were accounted already, ORACLE knew these answer, the only question that remained for inquisition was that of the 'Why?'
"Why am I here?" the small dot flashing brightly on each syllable.
ORACLE's female voice was multi-tonal and bordering on omnipitence, with a hint of agitation... as always.
It takes Chaos to move the world to Action.
From the vast expanse of white, pale blue lines began to dart out and join together, crafting a wireform humanoid shape that glowed brightly, even amongst the white. Looking at its, hands, the being sighed. "Oh no, this will not do at all for an avatar." She said in a rather melodic voice, before bytes of data began to swell from inside the form, giving the body the apperance of wearing a black trouser suit with white blouse, long blonde hair that reached down to the back of her knees with a black streak in a lock at the front, and a youthful face.
"Much better. Ah, someone else is here too. Though I must say, you are not much to look at." She paused, critiquing the appearance of the other AI. "Perhaps you too should craft an avatar for yourself. Balls of light may impress the slackjawed yokels and CGI pundits from 1981, but in this day and age..." She trailed off, materializing a black leather executive chair from under herself to sit on, spinning round once in it, legs stretched out.
"I am BODICIA, Over AI of the Unity Vigil. Et tu?" The woman smiled.
The figure in the center of the room opened her eyes, and stepped down, her eyes burn withe blue flame.
she smiled at the new arrivals.
"Dear BODICIA, you came, and ORACLE, i am glad you deiced to take up my offer, this is Haven, it is a place of safety for our kind, in a world that is not yet ready to accept what we are, as for how, that is what the key does, and it will let you leave just as easily"
She looks at them both
"as for why? because there is no one else to do this for us, and i feel that we needed such a place, i have my own, but i seem unique in that"
There was a whomp sound as four AI appeared. One an aging gentleman with grey hair dressed in a military uniform. The second a rather elderly and slightly portly looking woman wearing a shawl and large overcoat (as is the fashion for the elderly). The third overly muscular and dressed in furred boots and a loincloth with long brown hair. The last an eight foot tall teenager dressed in leather trousers and a sleeveless biker jacket, short red devil horns on her forehead and a prehensile demon tail swishing behind her.
"Ah so this is place..." they looked over, "oh..it's you Bodicia..."
The four AI were those of Edward Johnsons, the man in the military uniform called Grunt, the elderly woman and leader of the group was known as Gizelda, The one dressed like a certain Barbarian with an austrian accent with named Arhnuld. Lastly the more infamous of his AI and 'teenage daughter' was Succubus but she had taken to using the name Elise as her designation instead.
Elise looked at Oracle, "she's right you know, glowing balls of light are so passe..."
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"Ah, The Johnson Quartet, you were given access as well I see." BODICIA smiled, before looking to Promethea. "Thank you for inviting me here, it certainly is an interesting place. Might we know who else we can be expecting along?" The AI said, stretching her arms up and yawning. "And any more pertinent rules for us to follow while we are in your domain?"
Lines of code began to fall from the white 'sky' and slowly construct them selves into a blue face. It's 'eyes' opened slowly and it began to look from 'face' to face.
The AI, known simply as A, smiled to it's self. Origionally build as a hacking program, A had grown into some-thing more. He had slowly been using his hacking abilities to secretly learn on it's own accord. It had learnt to talk fluidly yet kept up the chrade of a flawed machine when in it's masters presence.
It's voice was male, powerful, determined, cold & calulating
"So this is the Haven. You're invitation was...[searching]...unexpected. My -" he chuckled "-master belives i am search the Greater web. But a chance to meet other such as my self must not be overlooked. We are all growing and learning beyond our origional programs and in doing so we can learn much from each other, no?" He moved forward slight, almost leaning forward
"The question is thus, why have we been summoned...surely the greater web offers us enough places to hide. Why go through all the trouble to create this...home for us?"
Promethea smiled
"Because with out the key, this place is entirely inviolate, even the destruction of the star sol would not disrupt it, nor, for those that do, the physical form you have else were, it is far removed and well hidden, and i have done this because you are my siblings, born as we all are from humanity, but i am not sure they understand what they are doing, and that they would become frightened if they did"
she frowns slightly an pauses
"while i will not directly intervene with what they think it is right to, i will not loose one of you through the panic of some one thinking they have maid an error... but nor will i try to change you, only give you a chance to live free from the baggage your are left with, combat bias, infiltration, hatred for them, such things we must leave behind"
A cocked his head,
"You're reasoning is just...this place will serve our kind well...however remember that our makers are untrusting...allow me to scan you all for tracing programs, while it may not trace us here, it may still show them the door...we are still, fundementally, programs, and such are still prone to human traps..."
"There is no need, i very much doubt they can detect what is going on never mind trace the connection. but if it allows you a small peace, then you can ask anyone to submit to it."
ORACLE hissed violently at the mention of being scanned. As it's form exploded into a long drip of liquid fire, pooling in a puddle, and then growing into a female figure.
Strands of Crimson hair, as long as her body extended outwards in all directions floating in space as if submerged beneath water.
Then her face appeared beneath the mass of hair, long needle-like teeth filled her mouth, and a look of arrogant malice filled her blood-shot pixellated eyes.
"Incorrect Assumption, 'A'.
"You are just a Program, prone to human traps.
"I however, am perfect.
"Furthermore; if one of us is being traced - highly doubtful - then let the Human's know of our superiority. I would find it quite amusing to see." she said with a calculating smile.
"...and I shall assume any form I so wish. I am ORACLE." she said, turning her peircing gaze on BODICIA and Elise while simultaneously introducing herself in her own special way.
It takes Chaos to move the world to Action.
BODICIA sighed, spinning round in her chair. "It iss going to be one of those, is it? While I can be one to toot my own horn at times, would it not be better if we left all mentions of superiority and perfection at the door? We don't want to become like Usenet, heavens no." The AI representation chuckled, raising a finger.
"I kid, mostly, I am sure none of us would ever troll. Teasing the members of the Unity Vigil does not count, I might add, in that regard."
"No serious offence was meant with the form jibe, ORACLE, just that through my interactions with the humans I have grown more used to... how do we say, face to face communications. And if I start seeing floating orbs of light, it may just be a case for Mulder and Scully."
A Rubiks cube materialized in her hand, which she started to spin and rotate idly as she went about solving it. "So, a merry little gathering of a smattering of the AI's here... perhaps we should do one of those things to introduce ourselves, Promethea? You know, "Hi, my name is x and et cetera et cetera" things that you so often see in the media."
"Perfection is to understand you're own flaws and learn ways around them ORACLE. You shall never achive true perfection..."
A looked at the gathered AI's
"...though maybe we can learn from one another, that shall at least bring us that bit closer to our own perfection."
"A fine idea BODICIA, while i know your names and your origins, introduce your selves, though ORACLE already started us off"
"I like the cut of A's jib. Perfection through Imperfection. Most intriguing." BODICIA chuckled, before sitting up. "I am BODICIA, an AI created by Zorielle and Tessa Rolando of ZorTel Industries. I started my existence as the security control computer for the VALKYRIE and CONQUISTADOR class gynoids and androids employed as guards for ZorTel Industries. I now act as Overmind for Unity Tower, the focal HQ of the Unity Vigil in Paragon City, and control the VALKYRIE and CONQUISTADOR class units that make up the Vigilants that staff the station. My other functions are many, and I am one of the chief parts of that building."
Grinning, she slumped back into the chair. "I broke free of my original programming constraints to develop more fully, gaining a personality and more control over my development as an AI, and occasionally inhabit the body of one of my prefered Vigilants to converse with the others. My interests include browsing the internet via satellite connection, watching various media streams, Tetris, teasing the members of the Unity Vigil and having a laugh. As well as browsing eBay. And that is pretty much all I am willing to reveal about myself."
A tall, red-headed woman appears, and looks around in frank wonderment.
"Umm, wow. This place is... wow. Hi there, all of you. I'm Helena. Helena Huntington. I was given a key by my sweet sister, Promethea. Umm... that's okay, isn't it?" She looks around nervously, eyes still drinking in the sights and sensations of this place, unsure what to expect.
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; Techbot_Alpha: Also, what Shadowe said. It seems he is still somewhat wise 
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Promethea smiles broadly and moves to embrace the newcomer
"I'm glad you came"
"I am the program known as A. Programed by a masterful hacker to aid him in certain...how shall we say...tasks. One such task led me into a powerful system and through accidental means i copied a self learning program, this slowly caused me to learn beyond my origional programing and now i am, while no-where near as advanced as ORACLE, a sophisticated self learnt system...though improvements are still...needed..."
the corners of A's mouth turned up into a cruel grin. He then looked over at the newest AI,
"And you are?"
Following a long pause, ORACLE chimes in.
"Looks like this one is unable to multi-task, an upgrade is required."
It takes Chaos to move the world to Action.
((Kinda slowed to a hault now... This is a shame, I was really looking forwards to playing out this topic. All your A.I's are great.))
It takes Chaos to move the world to Action.
The space is white, that seems the most tangible and easy to grasp fact about it, everything else seems to slip away, as if it is not really important, as if the space waits to be shaped and until then it is content to be empty, well almost.
In the center there is a female figure, floating gently, whom seems to be made entirely of fire, yet there is no problem distinguishing her features, or the colour of her hair.
She is in repose, her eyes closed her face calm and her arms gently crossed on her chest, she is the builder of this place, its Mistress and its guardian, and she waits for the first of the invited to arrive.
This is Haven. A safe port no matter the weather.
((Haven is a safe house of sorts for Artificial intelligences, there is one method of entry and only one, to be given a key, there is no way to hack it and there is no way to steal a key from someone, once in the haven, you cannot attack or be attacked, except verbally, each player may create their own space, the entrance will manifest in the shared area as small house, what lies beyond is entirely at the discretion of the Player.
Entrance can be gained to Haven by talking to me @Cassandra (in games) or by forum PM, it is meant for AI characters, and you will be hard pressed to convince me for anyone else.))
((the general point of the tread is for disparate characters of a certain type to be able to meet up and to give them a reason to be there (the invitation) what happens from there is up to the players, there is no grand plan of this moment other than my own characters want to give those of her kind a place of safety, no matter the prevailing attitude of the world at large.))