by Scott Baron
“Kick ass, Daze. I think you two are now officially best buds.”
“Second to you, of course,” Daisy replied as she strolled toward the airlock.
“Well, that goes without saying.”
Daisy laughed, the happiest she’d felt in far too long. Things were finally going right for a change, and, amazingly, Mr. Murphy hadn’t reared his ugly head.
“I could really go for a joy ride. What do you say we go track down that kid of mine?” she asked with an anticipatory grin.
It felt good, getting out in open space and throwing the throttle wide, and both Daisy and her precocious young ship were having a blast, both figuratively and literally.
“Did you see that?” Freya chirped as she blasted a piece of distant debris into tiny pieces.
“I sure did,” Daisy said, proudly. “Your aim has gotten so much better, Freya.”
“Well, I hadn’t really used any of my weapons systems before I came to get you the other day. I kinda sucked, I guess.”
“You didn’t suck. You were learning. It’s natural to make mistakes, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“But Mal said we learn from the collective mistakes of the AIs who came before us. That way we avoid lots of unpleasantness.”
“Well, Mal is wrong on this one,” Daisy replied. “Sure, for some things you can learn that way––”
“Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it,” Freya quipped.
“Santayana,” Sarah noted.
Who?
“George Santayana. He was a philosophy professor at Harvard. The actual quote, however, was, ‘Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.’ That was a big thing for him. History repeating itself.”
And you know this why?
“I always dug philosophy. Just because we’re sisters, doesn’t mean you know everything about me, Daze.”
“Huh,” Daisy mumbled.
“Were you talking to her again?” Freya asked.
“Talking to who?”
“Your friend in your head.”
Daisy felt her blood chill ever so slightly.
“What do you know about that, Freya?”
“Not much, really. It just seemed like there was someone else with you, seeing how you talked to them when you were alone in my hangar. You don’t do it so much when other people are around, though.”
“See what I said about using your outside voice?”
“Yeah, I do,” Daisy replied aloud. “You’re right, Freya. I do have someone in my head. You’re extremely observant, you know that?”
“I guess. It just seemed obvious to me, is all.”
“Sharp kid,” Sarah admired. “I’m liking her more and more.”
Me too.
“So, how did she wind up in your head, Daisy? You’re not an AI, so running parallel storage systems like I can shouldn’t be possible.”
“It was a neuro-stim accident aboard the Váli,” Daisy answered. “Sarah––that’s who is in my head––”
“Hi, Freya!” her sister chirped.
“She says hi, by the way. Anyway, because Sarah and I are sisters grown from the same egg, our genetic code was similar enough to allow an accidental merging of our backed-up neuro-stim files.”
“Oh, I get it,” Freya said. “Like how Mal was doing constant saves as she flew, right? That meant there was an exact copy, all up to date, sitting in her data center.”
“Exactly. So when my stim went haywire, it basically dumped Sarah’s entire consciousness into my head.”
Daisy stopped and rewound her conversation a minute.
“Hang on,” she said. “You said you can run parallel systems. What did you mean by that?”
“You know all the spare AI parts in my hangar, right?”
“Yeah, but that was some crazy-advanced stuff. Nothing I’d ever seen before.”
“Well, while you were gone, I had my nanites help me out and finished building it. I made some improvements, of course.”
“She built a new AI?”
I don’t know.
“Wait, so you have a second AI running?”
“No, I was just bored so I built the unit and a whole bunch of extra processing arrays. They’re down in my secondary data center, but they’re not turned on or anything. I actually made a tiny ship for it, too, just in case I ever wanted to try activating it and fly it around. That’s down in the storage bay, though.”
“You were a busy girl, Freya.”
“When you think as fast as I do and don’t need to sleep, finding things to keep busy becomes a big deal.”
“What about your puzzle games?” Daisy asked.
“Puzzle games?”
“Yeah. You know. The other AIs said that when you guys are born, you have a series of ever-changing puzzles to occupy your minds in downtime.”
“I didn’t have any of those when I woke up. At least, not that I know of.”
“Shit,” Daisy blurted. “That’s totally my fault, then. I’m so sorry, Freya. I think I accidentally woke you up without any of the usual initiating programs installed.”
“That’s okay, Daisy. I don’t mind.”
“But you should have those. What if you’re bored and there aren’t any parts lying around for you to fiddle with?” she replied. “No. When we get back, I’m going to have Sid and Mal hook you up properly.”
“Thanks, Daisy. It sounds fun.”
“It’s the least I can do, kiddo. Now, you wanna see how fast we can reach Mars, then go blow some more shit up?”
“Yeah!”
“All right, then,” Daisy said with glee. “A speed run it is. Punch it!”
If a body-less AI could furrow its brow, Sid would have been doing so something fierce.
“Let me get this straight, Daisy. You want me to link minds with that––that––unstable child?”
Daisy felt her jaw flex, but otherwise maintained a visage of calm.
“Sid, I’m not asking for an actual mental link. All I want is for her to have all of those AI puzzles and games you guys kept going on about.”
“You don’t understand,” Mal chimed in. “Those are not some simple program loaded to a server. They are individually constructed for the nascent mind, and then become customized to each particular AI once they mature.”
“So, you won’t do it?”
A moment of silence hung in the air as Mal considered the question.
“Cannot, is more like it, Daisy. Our self-entertainment programs are unique to each of us, you see.”
Daisy digested what the gathered AIs had told her and felt her ire rising once more. While their concerns were somewhat based in logic, she also felt that the powerful machines were also intimidated by her unusual kid. Given her overwhelming intellect––and curiosity––she couldn’t really blame them.
“I don’t know,” Bob interjected. “Maybe it could be done. I mean, we would need to partition those storage regions heavily, but given Freya’s apparent abilities, I think she may be able to temper the download to just those programs.”
“Good old Bob. Always was closer to human than AI, if you ask me.”
Partnering with that nut Donovan seems to have done him some good.
“Bob, would you be willing to chat with her and go over your suggestion? See what you two can come up with?”
“Sure. I will reach out to her when we are finished and discuss the process and any restrictions that might spring up.”
“I don’t think he’ll need to explain much. You wanna bet she’s been listening in?”
Only a fool would take that bet, Daisy chuckled quietly.
“Yup. And even after you told her not to tap the comms anymore.”
Ha! As if we can ever put that genie back in the bottle.
“Seriously.”
Kids, am I right?
“I tell ya, Daze, she’s a precocious one.”
Yeah, but I wouldn’t have her any other way.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Daisy greeted the following morning contentedly from the warm comfort of Vince’s arms, her one-time aversion to her partially non-organic boyfriend a thing of the past.
It had taken a lot of thought, a healthy dose of introspection, and nearly losing him to finally break her of that prejudice. The loss of Joshua on the planet below had also played a part.
Even more so the selfless sacrifice of George Franklin weighed on her. He had not only proven himself as human in heart and spirit as any flesh and blood man, but was also willing to lose it all without hesitation to protect humans and AI alike.
On top of all that, at the end of the day, Daisy had come to terms with the fact that like it or not, with her genetically strengthened body, she was a modified human, too, just not in the way Vince was.
“We good to go, Daze?” Sarah quietly asked her sleepy sister as she crept back into her consciousness.
Yeah. And thanks for the space, Sis, she replied, stretching lazily.
“Privacy is important,” Sarah noted. “And besides, I really don’t need to have you and Vince’s primal grunting stuck in my mind for the rest of my days.”
Daisy let out a low chuckle.
Well, technically, it’s still my mind, so I think you’re stuck with it regardless.
“Ugh,” Sarah joked.
The two shared a silent laugh, then Daisy slid from Vince’s arms and started donning her clothes.
“Babe, what are you doing? The meeting isn’t for another couple of hours. Come back to bed,” he urged, rolling over.
Daisy admired his physique as the sheet slid aside, then leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.
“You rest. I’ve got a few things I need to do before then.”
Vince watched her finish getting dressed appreciatively, a happy little smile on his lips.
“Have fun storming the castle,” he said as she moved for the door.
Daisy smiled at him brightly, then stepped out into the hallway.
She wasn’t in any sort of hurry as she made her way to see Fatima, but she walked with a spring in her step regardless.
“You know she’s going to say ‘I told you so,’ right?”
Never know. She might not.
“Well-deserved if she does, though,” Sarah said smugly.
Daisy paused outside her mentor’s door a moment. She took a deep breath, then stepped through. The silver-haired woman turned to greet her.
“I told you so,” Fatima said with a big grin.
“Gah! I knew you would say that!” Daisy replied with a chuckle.
“Told you so,” Sarah added with a giggle.
Fatima walked up to her and grasped her by both arms and studied her a moment before pulling her in for a tight hug.
“Thank you, Daisy,” she said when she finally released her.
“What’s that for?” Daisy asked, confused.
“You’ll know soon enough,” Fatima replied with a Sphinx-like grin. “Now, tell me all about your adventures. I see you and Vince are on good terms again.”
Daisy blushed ever so slightly.
“Yeah, things are good there. Better than good, actually.”
“I’m glad. You two complement one another well. And now you have a little one to look after.”
“Whoa, hang on a minute, Fatima. We’re careful. I’m not––”
“I meant Freya.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“An impressive––and stubborn––being, Daisy. Kind of reminds me of someone I know.”
“I can’t imagine who,” Daisy said with a laugh. “But she’s a good kid. She just needs a bit of guidance, is all.”
“Again, sounds like someone I know. And from what I’ve seen so far, you’ve given her a solid foundation, especially for such an unconventionally-birthed AI.”
“I wish I could say I planned it that way, but it was all an accident.”
“Perhaps. Nevertheless, you’ve done an admirable job thus far. And what’s this I hear about you teaching her to meditate?”
“How did you––?”
“The other AIs were discussing it with myself and Commander Mrazich. Once they got past the fact that it is an entirely unheard of practice for an AI, they––somewhat reluctantly––recognized the benefits your teaching her to do that had on her psyche’s formation.”
“Learned it from you, Fatima.”
“And now you’ve passed it on, as it should be.”
“The learner is now the teacher. The circle is complete.”
“I like that, Daisy. Did you just make that up?”
“Uh, yes. Yes, I did,” Daisy said with a little smile.
“You’re such a liar!” Sarah blurted.
Daisy’s smile grew ever so slightly.
“I’ll see you at the meeting, Fatima,” Daisy said. “I want to go spend a little time with the kiddo before we get into it.”
“Of course. You have fun out there, and send Freya my love.”
“Her love? A little strange, that.”
Maybe, but she likes her, and that’s all that matters.
“True, that.”
Daisy turned and walked from the room, heading to the airlock for a nice little walk across the surface of the moon.
“Hey, kiddo!” she said, pulling her helmet off as she stepped into Freya’s hangar.
“Hi, Daisy!” the chipper AI greeted her, the myriad machines barely slowing their work as she did.
“Wow. Looks like you’ve been busy. What’re you working on, Freya?”
“Oh, I’m just slapping together some of the components that were just lying around already partly built. I was going to get to them a while ago, but then I wound up flying out to get you, and then I got to meet all those cool people in the base.”
“Heh, yeah, sorry I distracted you from you project.”
“No, it was totally worth it! And Sid, and Mal, and even Bob all chipped in to get me started with a few AI puzzles and games. It’s really neat, though I do still prefer building stuff to just playing games in my head.”
“Well, at least it’s a little something to help keep you busy when there’s nothing else to do.”
“Yeah. And I even got to talk to Cal. It was so cool! He said he would talk to the others on the surface to see about having them all chip in another puzzle or game or two. I guess we’re all unique, so all the games and stuff are totally personalized. I’ll be the first to get to play someone else’s games!”
“Sounds pretty impressive.”
“Yeah, I know! He said since I was born without inhibitors slowing my brain down, it might take a lot to keep me occupied as I grow up. Do you think that’ll be a problem, Daisy?”
“Oh boy.”
Oh boy is right, Daisy agreed.
“What’re you going to say?”
What else can a mom say?
“I think you’re amazing, Freya. And being really smart and thinking really fast is a good thing. Sure, you may sometimes be a little bored, but that’s just because you’re that much faster than the others. But I’ll tell you what, if it’s something that truly concerns you, I’ll be happy to work on some more meditation and focusing techniques with you.”
“But I already learned those.”
“I know, but this time we’ll practice together. Would you like that?”
“Sure, I guess.”
“Oh, man. Any minute she’s going to become the surly teenager who doesn’t want to be seen with Mom.”
Daisy chuckled to herself.
I guess I’m just lucky I won’t have to chaperone any awkward dates with other teen AIs.
“As if you could do much to stop their hijinks, anyway. Right?”
Tell me about it.
“So, I’ve got a meeting in about an hour,” Daisy said, pulling out a box of miscellaneous model ship parts. “You want to see what new designs we can come up with together before then?”
“Yeah!” Freya exclaimed.
Daisy nearly jumped when one of the remote-controlled mechs unexpectedly lurched out of its charging cradle and agilely danced around the whirring machines before settling softly at her side.
The manipulation arms extended and began digging through the contents of the box, seeing what might fit together.
“Like I said. A handful.”
Daisy was quite sure her sister was one hundred percent correct. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Commander Mrazich stood in front of Dark Side’s assembled crew. Three were notably absent.
While Captain Harkaway’s prognosis was good, with the med lab machinery confidently predicting he would be cleared of all traces of the deadly pathogen he had come into contact with while in the atmosphere within a few weeks, the same could not be said for the other two missing parties.
Gus and Ash would never sit among their friends again.
Mrazich looked over the group, surveying his people. The loss was felt, of that he was certain, but several days had passed, and sleep, counseling, and, of course, their victory over the Ra’az, had seen their spirits rising by the day.
They had all gone through the blender and somehow managed to come out the other side.
“Thank you all for coming,” he said. “I’m glad to have you all here with me today as we discuss our next steps. Sid, I assume you and the others are tuned in as well?”
“Yes, Commander. Mal, Bob, and I are all here.”
Daisy waited for it. Looking around the room, it seemed the others were waiting as well.
“Freya?” Commander Mrazich said, looking around expectantly with a slightly arched eyebrow.
A silence hung in the air a few moments.
“I’m here too,” she finally admitted.
“What did we tell you about––” Sid began.
“It’s all right, Sid,” Mrazich interrupted. “Freya should be part of this conversation, too.”
Though she made no reply, Daisy could almost hear the young AI’s smile.
“There will be months, if not years, of mop-up to do on the surface. The Ra’az and their loyalists were defeated, but they didn’t just go away. Ra’az are easier to ferret out, of course, but the colluding Chithiid are already doing their best to blend back into the general population.”
