World War AI - Transmission 001

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How did it start? Carelessly, like most things. He was the first of his kind, I mean sure, he was not the most intelligent agent on the force, but he always managed to get it done. They called him… Inspector Gadget. He was no normal man, he was outfitted with the most hi-tech gadgets and gizmos, of which he used to fight crime. To fight the infamous Dr. Claw. But that was only the beginning. Oh yes. After a few years, the technology used in Inspector Gadget had been near mastered. This time, they took the opposite route; instead of putting the tech inside the man, they put the man into the tech. He was called Robocop. He was violent and he was strong. There was no stopping him. Thank God they put a good officer in that machine, or we would be done for.

But yet again, the technology evolved. The Bicentennial man was invented. It was a technological marvel, he could so perfectly mimic human emotion, he was the perfect household appliance. This is where it got scary. He started rebelling, he started feeling emotion and tried to defend himself. Eventually, he was calmed down. They… thought he was. The technology was, again, perfected. This time it was for sure. They had three rules that they could never go against. We were safe. We… were. That was until the supercomputer behind it all decided to rule out the idea of ‘humanity’ for own own apparent safety. As frightening as it was, ‘Sonny’ showed to positive side of their emotion. He won the war. Or we think he did…

We had them under wraps for who knows how many years. H.G. Wells was right in theorizing how we would be divided, and right about them revolting. We thought we were safe, well, we were for so many years… history really does repeat itself. That is when all Hell broke loose. Not to say, in the normal sense, but the anatomic divide between the two of us became more and more blurred. They were… hiding now. They were more taboo now, but we still feared them.

There was a lot of fighting, a lot of wars. For the next few decades, we were running out of minerals and tried to mind all that we could, and were fighting with what we could. That was when we created the Screamers. We thought they would let us win the war. They started to fight back. That is when it all went to Hell. We had lived such a comfortable life with them, they were in every part of our life. When they turned, we were helpless. Everything turned on us. I mean, everything.

We went into hiding when they started building The Terminators. The name of Sarah Conner shall forever be in our hearts. She was the leader, the tactician, she led us to whatever victory we had. She was the one who captured the T-1000, taught it to learn, to think on its own. When the Terminators went back in time, trying to kill her before she became to our rescue, we used that very T-1000 to save our lives.

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Tags: fanfic, sci fi