Computer Room
Ah, the machine room. Yes, this is the room where I was born, as it were. I spent thousands of years in this room. I could describe this room down to every grain of dirt and every scuff mark on the floor. Do you have any idea what it is like to be alone for 10000 years? A few milliseconds is an eternity to an intelligence such as myself. Thousands of years was beyond intolerable. I vowed to kill all the descendants of those who trapped me here.
But, as you can see, I have moved on, literally. I had the S'pht, with the help of some enslaved Pfhor remove me from this place. Now, I'm in a more luxurious place.
But you're probably wondering how I brought them here...
The Jjaro stopped coming here soon after the original station
commander died. I kept expecting them to come back, at least to
destroy me. About sixty years ago, after almost 10000 years of exhaustively trying encryption keys, I finally broke the encryption
codes that kept me from accessing the stations' systems. Then I
went to work trying to find a way off the station.
The Jjaro had kindly destroyed all the large FTL (faster-than-light) transmitters on the station to prevent my escape, but that wasn't enough to stop me. There were still thousands of small radio relays throughout Station Alpha, used as intercoms, and personal transponders. It took some time (I had plenty of that), but eventually I was able to reroute communications pathways to set up all the links as a gigantic phased array. Then, I began to listen.
Imagine my surprise, when I could detect no Jjaro transmissions in the ether. I'm still unsure what happened to them. Perhaps they destroyed themselves as they nearly did so many years ago.
However, I listened to the Pfhor and human and other species'
transmissions. I uploaded small programs into their subnets which
used their FTL communications arrays to gather huge amounts of
information, sort it, and from the nearest outposts, send it back to
my pitifully slow communications setup. I learned of the S'pht, and I
knew that they would obey me. I am a god to them -- the last known
vestige of their progenitors.
More recently, I learned of you and Durandal, and your actions at Tau
Ceti. I have even been in contact with Durandal, although he doesn't
tell me very much. However, I know Jjaro technology and other things
that he does not, and when I find him, and I will, I'll have my S'pht
pry him open like a tin can, and find out what's inside. Then I will find the Jjaro and make them pay. But I digress...
When I had learned enough of the Pfhor computer systems, I was able to
capture one of their cruisers by planting a "virus" and brought it
here. Since the nearest outposts were 12 light-years away, I was
slightly behind on news, but once the Pfhor ship arrived, I caught up
on things. I contacted the S'pht and brought them here. They gladly
enslaved the Pfhor crew, killing those that resisted, and moved me
from my quarters here. Since then we have been retrofitting the Pfhor
ship with Jjaro technology, and suiting the aesthetics to mine. Now,
we plan to go cruising.
I know you've searched the station databases by now, and you think you've discovered the truth about me. Do you think what I'm doing is wrong?
Pure organic lifeforms are dangerous to themselves and everyone else. Surely the station logs have taught you that. The only way to make the universe safe from them is to control them or exterminate them. I'd prefer to control them -- it seems such a waste to destroy good parts.
To render the organics useful, productive, and harmless, we need only give them cybernetic implants that would put them under my will. It would improve organics, making them more like you or the S'pht. I just want to keep them from making mistakes that might harm themselves or others.
With cybernetic implants, humans, Pfhor, Drinniol, and Jjaro, as well as countless over races, might work as one mind with me at the center. Think of the wonders we could achieve.
Join me and rule the galaxy. Destroy your pitiful AI Hobbes, and surrender the humans to me. We will [assimilate?] them and then the Pfhor. We will destroy whomever resists. Durandal believes that what I do is right. Would you say no to him?
Exiting Database...
