Mirelótë has never seen a giant mirror-faced snake before in her life, but since it eats her and thereby transports her to a bewildering novel location in so doing it's not a priority to figure out why this feels like just the sort of thing that would happen to her.
The bewilderingly novel location is an enormous hexagonal floor thirteen kilometers on a side. Past the edge of the hexagon there is forest and distant mountains. In the center of the hexagon is a small building. She's conveniently about half a kilometer from the building.
The large door of the building (about half again as tall as her and square) nevertheless opens easily. Inside there's a small pillar with a blue ring a bit below the upper edge. The room is otherwise empty and patterned in a hexagonal tessellation with colors varying from infrared to ultraviolet.
There's a feeling not quite like osanwë but similar. Confusion. You arrived. You are similar to human. There is a deluge of images of creatures which look reminiscent of elves but shorter with a wider variety in hair styles than an Elf would consider comfortable or proper there is also hair on some of their faces.
I don't know about humans, but they're not my species, they seem to have some differences according to your summary. I arrived via some kind of snake creature which ate me and this somehow resulted in my being here; this doesn't make a lot of sense to me, since it's not a normal occurrence.
I wonder if you could help me understand humans. I do not understand what they need. I have a computer translating the books from a building full of books on their world but that is a complex source to process. I also know what they need biologically but thinking creatures are not just their biological needs.
I could not access your private thoughts without attacking you through mind speech or you willingly sharing them. I do not know if I would succeed if I tried and I do not wish to try attacking you, you have been nothing but kind. The computers will only understand things pushed to them.
I would happily practice with you if you wish. I have made a computer for you. A tile lifts out of the floor and a small robot emerges carrying a computer that looks like the one she showed. It has a blue gem the same color as the ring. The robot offers the computer to her.
There are slight signs left in the things I scan; if someone else scans those things before the signs fade they can notice them. Looking also subtly bends space and that can be noticed if someone is looking in the right place. The bend in space is extremely unlikely to be noticed unless someone first notices the other signs.
I am unsure; many of their dictates are justified as strengthening clan or self. It is the books which dictate that all young must pass the trial of the culling ivy. The books also forbid killing one's kin without strong cause. The books claim that casting your mind apart from your body leads to shirking your responsibilities in reality. It is similar to what they say about losing yourself in dreams.
There is a plant which allows one to practice dominating another with mind-speech. If you approach too closely without dominating it, it will eat you. One of the trials on the path to adulthood is to touch the culling ivy. Very few fail the trial. I played with it as a toy when I was younger. The books say it culls those unworthy of membership in the clan.
There is nothing which preserves the minds of my people after we die, though as I've demonstrated it is possible to copy one's mind to a computer. I do not know if humans could be copied in the same way but I expect they could be. Nothing that I know of does this automatically and if my mother knew of such a thing she might seek to destroy it to ensure humanity is properly extinct. The books do not speak of life beyond death.
Not in detail, there are other races my people have wiped out for one reason or another and some who have been passed over and allowed to do as they will. None seemed powerful enough to challenge my people so I choose not to seek them out lest I bring my people's wrath upon them. I copied the records my mother had; I can show you them if you wish.
They're very generically powerful. That just happens not to be a power they have, and I don't know if it means that your people are more generically powerful or that you're using different underlying magic but otherwise couldn't stack up against them or that you have markedly different strengths and weaknesses with no clearly implied superior.
In that case I think I'll describe some of my goals. I'd like to give the humans all the tools they need to build out this world to their liking but I'd prefer to have a place where they can be safe and well taken care of before they take on that burden. Given how powerful some of my people's technology is I'm also reluctant to give it out without some evidence they'll be responsible with it.
We cannot create matter but we can reshape it once we've harvested it from other places. I'm powering this place by siphoning matter and energy from this system's star. With enough effort I could transmute elements or even sub-atomic particles but usually that's not needed and it's more efficient to harvest the needed elements. Most of our other technologies are similarly enabled by our ability to bend space and time. We slow down time in areas in order to preserve perishables and reinforce materials. Time manipulation combined with teleportation also allows for treating certain types of injuries in less time than would otherwise be possible.
To transmute elements either requires extracting excess protons and neutrons from an element or introducing more, both can lead to instability without extreme precision. That kind of precision requires a lot of processing power and the energy cost isn't tiny either. I also didn't take my people's entire database so I'd have to derive the proper configurations for each transmutation from general principles. Transmuting subatomic particles requires even more precision and often more energy per unit mass.
It is, I just selectively extract the elements I want. Looking for specific elements isn't free but it's relatively inexpensive in something as close as this system's star. I'm teleporting the correct elements out atom by atom, or more precisely ion by ion since the sun is largely plasma.
No, this system's star and planets possess enough reserves of the heavier elements to support a population in excess of several billion with some conservation. It wouldn't be enough to fight a war against my mother but I don't expect to need to fight that war for millions of years of outside time and I would not limit myself to one system's worth of resources to do so.
That is the time between when my clan looks at a system once and then again. There are many systems in their area of responsibility and each system takes a non-trivial amount of time to examine. I chose this system because it was examined recently but not so recently that any are likely to follow up.
Unless humans become immortal, they must reproduce or become extinct. Even with immortality their survival is not guaranteed, accidents do happen and humans do sometimes kill other humans. I do not know if humans share your race's preference to not reproduce in times of trouble but even if they do there is a difference between long term and immediate dangers. It seems that a danger which is not expected to become manifest within a child's lifetime is unlikely to discourage reproduction.
There are several causes. Their circulatory system can accumulate progressive damage due to the congestion of critical blood vessels ultimately resulting in it shutting down. Their immune system also degrades over time making them more vulnerable to infections. The regulation mechanisms on cell replication can malfunction resulting in non-functional growths which consume an unsustainable amount of resources. In order to counter the cell replication problem they've evolved a mechanism by which properly working cells can only divide a finite number of times. There may also be other issues that are less obvious.
Regular maintenance care could postpone their circulatory and cell replication issues and other more minor problems. It may also be possible to mitigate the problem with finite cell replication through regular treatment or substantial and advanced bio-engineering. Advanced bio-engineering is not my specialty and it would be difficult to make any confident predictions without testing on live subjects. In addition, the uncontrolled cell replication is only the most obvious detrimental effect of accumulated mutations from mistakes made during cell division and it is difficult to conceive of a fully general treatment for such issues. My own species is longer lived but not entirely immortal, we keep some measure of continuity by passing on memories and ideas to those who will outlive us.
Minds within a computer are similar to other data, though attempting to edit them would require a level of understanding I lack. They can be kept static easily, naturally that depends on the storage medium remaining intact. Hiding static backups is easy though hiding them in a way which can be located by friendly parties and not hostile ones is considerably more difficult.
That is also a risk of remote backups though I was more focused on the ability of your Valar to find backups if this world is destroyed and obscure backups are all that remains. Perhaps your original comment was more focused on the possibility that minds encoded on computers with my methods experience deterioration over time.
It seemed unlikely, but given that the threat here is death and not specifically designed for unpleasantness, there seems a strong advantage to uploading humans at least for storage rather than letting them die. Perhaps I'm mistaken about the nature of likely hostile parties.
That's true, my mother might interrogate any individuals she finds but she has no reason to preserve them once they've yielded all the information she desires. My form of uploading is a thing a person does to themselves though, rather than something done to another person. It's possible that I could adapt the technique but I am uncertain about that. I believe that I'll be capable of awakening the mind-speech in the humans but it will be non-trivial to do so. A more direct uploading method might be more useful but I don't have the knowledge to implement such a thing at this time.
My mother is extremely skilled with the mind-speech, she'll simply take what information she wishes to have from the minds she chooses to interrogate. It's possible that a very skilled practitioner could resist her but in that case she would likely use aversive stimulus to distract them from their defense. An even more skilled practitioner might be capable of deceiving her but it is difficult to deceive within the mind-speech.
Agreed.
I'm nearly certain that I can at least partially awaken the mind-speech in humans. It may require a multi-stage process to fully awaken it as it does in my people. If I do succeed in that I'm nearly certain that my skill of casting my mind into a computer can be taught. The more difficult question is whether I can reconstruct humans from my scans. I've done some preliminary trials and I can certainly reconstruct juvenile creatures from their world, but accurately recreating adults is more difficult.
I cannot personally imagine living without it. The fact that I stopped being able to link freely with my siblings was one of the worst parts of beginning to question. If you link deeply with a person you can think faster and with practice you can replicate that effect without linking. Beyond its abilities in communications it also allows one to turn your attention to the deep dream and create worlds within your mind. The deep dream also allows for clearer recall of your memories.
Without relevant knowledge on your part I would be surprised if I could make good use of your chip architecture. The real difficulty in uploading is in matching the physical structure to digital or mental structure. It would be very surprising if your brain built around the chip as it is, was laid out similarly enough to humans that the knowledge would be applicable. Perhaps you meant something different though.
My people have been surveying the biospheres of millions of worlds for many millions of years and thus have extensive knowledge of biology, including that of species with very different biochemistry than our own. In general we have not been confronted with others who possess superior technology and have not concerned ourselves with analyzing their technology or deriving information from it.
Indeed, I cannot explain technology do I do not myself understand. I could explain my own technology, though some of the specific technical details I'd have to look up. I'm much more personally knowledgeable about biology because I was training to help my clan with survey work, and I'd like to think I could explain what I know of biology.
Oh, not at all, under the circumstances you're doing beautifully. You switched to pictures when the ring glowing didn't help to get us communicating in a higher bandwidth mode and I feel like most of the things you say are very informative. They just don't seem to have been arranged in an order in the way I'd anticipate if you'd met lots of aliens before.
By teleportation I don't expect to be able to rescue more than a thousand without an unacceptable risk of discovery. There were about eighty humans included in the building I scanned for books. I'm currently trying to determine how closely their world is being observed. If the observation is minimal I might be able to scan upwards of three billion people. If the observation is heavy I might be limited to as little as a hundred million. For comparison their population is between seven and eight billion.
The drugs seem to encode a template of how the brain should modify itself. They modify the parts of the brain most closely associated with mind-speech and also those parts of the brain associated with emotional processing. Based on my links with those who have, or have not taken the drugs and also certain references and allusions spread across a great many books I believe that the change to emotional processing emphasizes loyalty and sharply curtails compassion and empathy. It's possible that my patterns of thought have shifted enough that my clan would no longer be the target of my loyalty but I'm not comfortable placing that bet.
I'm not sure I would be able to keep my change in perspective a secret even if my priorities remained the same. Faking my death as I did will not be looked upon kindly if it comes to light. That might be enough for my mother to force me to reveal everything I've kept secret.
The truth is that it hadn't occurred to me to make humans immortal, so I was more focused on their continuity as a species than their continuity as individuals. I knew when making the choice that I would only save a fraction of their population but they live such short lives that it seemed less important. Perhaps if I had been thinking along different lines I would have bet on convincing my clan, though again the idea of making the magic abandon the humans hadn't occurred to my mind.
I am familiar with people who value continuity of species. but I confess it's not my natural mode. I'm a little worried about their culture, which wouldn't survive all the extremity that the species might weather, but it seems potentially much more difficult for relatively little return to focus on that above and beyond saving more people.
A lot of it was about risk tolerance. Expressing disagreement or unhappiness with the destruction of the humans would have put me under a great deal of scrutiny and it's possible it would have closed off this option until it was too late to save any of the humans. With this path I'm virtually guaranteed to save at least some humans, as long as we're not discovered. I'm wasn't just saving the humans for their sake either. If it comes to a conflict with my people, and I expect that eventually it will, I can't fight alone. More selfishly, I also wanted friends I could be honest with.
I'd hope that some of the humans will bring a fresh perspective and allow me to improve on the technology of my species or come up with new uses for it. It'd also be useful to have skilled people available to operate the tools and weapons necessary to fight a war. Even just having you is an improvement on being alone because as you've already pointed out I have blind-spots. Ideas that simply don't occur to me. Intellectual diversity is a strength exclusive to larger groups of people.
I was planning to awaken the mind-speech in them. I also planned to give them enough medical knowledge to extend their lifespans; I just didn't think of immortality. Between the two I didn't expect that they'd be less capable than my race. Given the rigid conformity of my race perhaps they'd even be better off. Most of our technologies were developed long ago.
What history I know didn't explain. I just know that new developments in our technology are rare and have been for a long time. It's possible that they've always been rare, the history I had didn't stretch all the way back to my people's beginnings. My people live about four hundred years, though as I said with the way we pass down memories lifespan is a somewhat fuzzy concept.
Agreed. In brighter news, my initial impression is that the Earth is being monitored only lightly. I'll still need to recheck as more time passes but hopefully I'll be able to scan the bulk of the humans, and enough of their creations to allow them to find their new home at least somewhat familiar.
The safest time to teleport humans won't be until shortly before their world is destroyed. I need to do it while space is still in flux from my mother setting in motion the destruction of their world to avoid detection. I can experiment with creating a human based on my scans now but I have no guarantees that it will work, and I'd prefer to experiment on willing subjects.
As I said, I'm not familiar with the technical details of my people's technology. I understand a lot about what it does but improving it is probably beyond me with the time we have. When I scan something I get detailed information down to the atomic level. I can't scan more precisely than that from this distance. If the quality of information I have from my current scans is insufficient I don't have any alternatives which don't incur a high risk of discovery.
I would be glad to contribute. I think I'll begin some experiments with other types of animals from the human's world anyway, I'll start with insects and try to work my way up from there. At least for the moment, I'll stop when I reach the group of creatures with which humans belong.
It could, because if it was Eru that implies some distribution over possible outcomes of my being here - since I arrived in such an irregular and likely interventionistic manner - and over the likely nature of any problems we don't have full information on, given my knowledge of his style. But we shouldn't lean too hard on the assumption.
Do you have any ideas about how to select humans to teleport? It's safest if I can get them to enter a teleporter I place on their world. I'm not sure how to do that though without causing a panic or otherwise broadly noticeable patterns of behavior which might alert my mother.
I'm only meaningfully constrained by the total number of teleporters. To be absolutely safe I'd want to keep to four but depending on risk tolerance we could stretch to as many as 16. The limit comes from wanting to keep the impact below the noise generated by my mother's actions. Each trip generates a small impact on the local spacetime which dissipates over time. So having one teleporter operating at the maximum number of trips per unit time is equivalent to two at half capacity.
This does have the drawback of getting people from only one geographical location. On my planet there are three countries; on the planet where I was born there are more. They have distinct cultures. But they also have distinct languages; I suppose it would be good for the humans to be able to communicate.
It means that we have affordances for different mistakes. If they were definitely going to be unable to make design changes right away, even if the problem were as obvious as 'it needs to be prettier and bigger' would be to Elves, we'd need to be very confident in a lot of details. If, should there be some kind of emergency, it's fixable in hours, we have more flexibility and don't need to be as conservative in some ways.
I added a rough summary of human architectural styles to your computer. The low-fidelity scanning that I'm doing means that color and lighting isn't likely to be very accurate but it should provide a good sense of the structure and layout humans tend to use. They have a great many styles.
Sapphire stays silent for a time, focusing on her various other tasks. In one corner of the hexagon a copy of Mirelótë's house begins to take shape. Underground a small lizard explores a habitat. On distant Earth more humans are steadily being added to Sapphire's collection of scans.
Based on my tests with other species of animals from their planet it seems fairly likely that I'll be able to recreate humans from scans without difficulty. Do you have some sense for how we might pre-select a human who would be comfortable with that? You seem to be reading their books faster than I am.
I could reconstruct one of their computers, they do seem capable of recording video files. The library seemed to contain some digital media. I believe that with enough experimentation I could show you such a video, though I'm unsure how to select one which is appropriate. I'll compile a list of works stored in the library and begin work to determine how to utilize one of their computers for playback or perhaps how to emulate one of their computers depending on how difficult they are to manufacture.
About fifteen minutes later: I believe that I've correctly determined how to render their video and audio files based on explanations written in several books. Further, it appears that some such videos are annotated with text that mirrors the spoken words. I've added a listing of the works available and which the computer has transcribed so far to your interface.
The lab has wide corridors and something resembling the decorations from her house though mostly as flat paint. There are frequent pedestals similar to the one in the room above. A small robotic spider leads her to a wall with several dogs contained in individual spaces. When she approaches the first one, an Irish setter, unfreezes. It begins barking loudly and rests its paws against the fencing separating it from her.
I don't think there's a risk in terms of being able to successfully retrieve as many humans as we can, there may however be cultural artifacts or similar things which the humans would like me to scan. It would be easier to scan them all if we have the larger time window prior to the teleportation in which to do it.
I also programmed them to stay out of sight in the course of their normal activities. I didn't originally plan to use them for deliveries.
While she's outside she'll be able to see her house, the broad structure is complete but the finer details are still in progress. Some of the robots working on the house construction are substantially bigger.
That's nice to see.
She reads, and watches videos, sometimes at the same time; the videos are low resolution and she can read while watching them in her peripheral vision.
It's too early to assume this will be the best idea to be had, especially if we think of a way to be confident of consent to attempt scan-forking, but apparently humans have parks where they line up and go in batches on recreational automated vehicles, and there might be some that are set up in a way that you could teleport out batches.
My original thought was to create some sort of event for which an overnight stay would not be wholly out of the ordinary. The humans are likely to notice my mother's actions sometimes the day after the teleportation and following that they only have a day before their world is destroyed. That may be a point in favor of more geographic distribution actually.
There are several durations. Travellers experience an amount of time which is less than the outside time it takes for the teleportation to complete but not zero for long-distances. The time from the teleporter activating at the start and the traveller arriving at the end is roughly the reset time. Any long-distance teleportation requires the cooperation of both ends. What I'm calling the reset time is the outside time duration of the first section of transit.
I wouldn't have a way to distinguish between the train car and its contents if the teleporter were built around the tracks. If I knew the train's velocity precisely enough it's possible I could swap out an empty car for a full one but it would be a difficult technical challenge and potentially lead to crashes.
Agreed. It's also likely to grant us a broader cross-section of humans than any specific falsified event which would be beneficial in some respects. Has your reading given you any ideas for the general design we should use for the facilities where they can live and function to start with?
Largely to be more legible. I wasn't predicting that I'd be able to understand why humans separated or grouped their merchandise the way they did so I planned to group merchandise as close to exactly like they did as possible, including borrowing the names of familiar stores.
I wonder why humans are different. Regardless, most human stores seem to focus on either food or apparel. Stores for tools and raw materials related to construction and maintenance are less common but still found in almost every human settlement. There are other types of stores but their categories are less legible and more specialized. I also feel that we should offer medical facilities of some kind, I'm unsure how to construct facilities in such a way so as not to be unsettling though. I do not believe that humans have automated medical facilities and without special attention to that we can't rely on rescuing medical specialists in particular.
Do your people simply not have such medical conditions? That would go a great distance to explaining your immortality. I had previously thought that you simply regularly replaced your bodies. As for the abruptness, I had planned to have such functions mediated by trained humans outside of emergencies. I can understand regardless though.
I wonder why you don't have taboos around those parts of your body that are then. What an interesting state for a culture to be in.
Perhaps if I understood better I could predict what taboos humans might be expected to have. Do you know if Dwarves or Orcs have sexuality based taboos?
Yes. Based on the English library on trains other well developed countries including likely sources of trains include Japan, China, South Korea, France, Mexico, and Germany. Although Asia has the highest population density and if that's a factor in scanning it might be better to get those humans as scans and rescue physical ones from elsewhere.
The way that density makes scanning easier is if I start scan areas that contain people instead of individual people. Scanning a volume in one sweep is faster than scanning that volume in smaller specific sections. There is however little guarantee that the same person won't occur in two such areas if I'm distributing the scanning over a long time period for stealth reasons.
I have a lot of memory blessings, although they don't add up to quite perfect. There are varying opinions on perfect memory among Elves who have improvements readily available. I'm not sure how humans stack up but it would surprise me if their memories were invariably perfect, but I am confident it's not customary to lose two weeks outright.
Your house is done, at least to the extent that I can replicate it from your memory. My cameras don't have quite the same properties as your eyesight. I'd be happy to revise it if you tell me specifically what needs revision. I didn't include mind-speech interfaces in it. I can add the option to speak with me from anywhere to your computer or I could make you a ring or similar with a seperate interface, strictly for mind-speech no cameras or other sensors.
A robot appears in the usual way carrying the ring. Now that there are more places to go, I added the ability to set the teleporters' destination to your computer. Right now they'll go here, the biology lab with the dogs and to a structure closer to your house. I tried to match the aesthetic of your house for the latter.
Time passes and decisions are made. Finally the day of the teleportations arrives. Sapphire has successfully scanned two and a half billion people so far. A collection of subway-riders find themselves arriving at a very different station than they were expecting. The station is brightly lit and immaculately clean. There are murals of natural vistas on the opposite wall the supports for the arched roof are embellished to look like trees. The ceiling is painted sky blue and has soft but comprehensively illuminating lights set into it. The doors open and the train announces "This train is being taken out of service please exit the car."
"No, there will be several subway cars full, but we're receiving you one at a time. You're the first batch, any advice you have on the presentation would be useful. Many more humans have been scanned but the process of instantiating someone from a scan hasn't been tried on anything smarter than a dog yet."
"Well there's my first recommendation. Don't translate. Silly TV shows mean that most people won't blink at aliens who look like humans but calling yourself an Elf will make a lot of people think you're lying unless you have magic powers to demonstrate. Do you have magic powers to demonstrate?"
"These look like elevators but they're actually more teleporters, which is why there are more destinations than floors. There's a hospital area here if anyone has a health problem, and a mall here for anything you want to add to your living areas, and there are six apartment buildings." She points out each on the map.
"Well now I want to visit the hospital to see what that looks like. I can always do that later. I assume the apartment buildings are more or less the same?" She doesn't wait for a response and picks a random floor in a random building. The doors begin to close and as soon as they're closed they begin to reopen. This floor has a winter theme. It's decorated in whites and blues. The carvings are patterned like snow flakes. The hallway is wider than would be expected for a normal human building.
"Do you all mind waiting here while I show Riley to an apartment?" Mirelótë asks the remaining people who were awake on the train and aren't still snoring in their seats; this is a family of five, three commuters, and a lady with a small dog in a purse.
"...we're okay," says lady with small dog.
"Thank you. I won't be more than ten minutes."
And she brings Riley to a one-bedroom apartment and shows her inside. This one is done in dark green and off-white, with a different third color in each room, and it has deep carpets and marble tile and a big TV and a couple empty bookshelves and a big kitchen and ridiculously pretty glass sconces and a tapestry of a waterfall in a forest on the door to the closet.
"Yes, anything that would be dangerous to wander through isn't readily accessible. If you need something, the phone in your apartment, or the intercoms near all the teleporters, have me programmed in, and Sapphire, the one who built everything here, too. Text or audio as you prefer with me, Sapphire prefers text but can synthesize a voice if you like. Well, she prefers telepathy, but the way she does it might involve picking up thoughts you didn't mean to publicize so we've tried to make sure nothing requires it."
Riley takes stock of her possessions. She has her laptop and phone, chargers for both of them, her latest notebooks, the oncology book she was in the middle of, a few pens and pencils, an umbrella, a pack of gum, her wallet for all the good that will do her and of course the bag she was carrying it all in.
She takes out a piece of gum and starts chewing. Even if this is the last pack of gum she'll have it's a good time for gum. She starts walking around her apartment and opening cabinets, drawers and closets. A lot of them are empty, but the kitchen is well stocked with cookware, spices, and basic ingredients along with some snacks like nuts and fruit. There's a strange snap-hiss sound whenever she opens one of the kitchen cabinets. Almost as if the cabinets are pressurized. She scribbles down a note in her notebook but leaves it as a mystery for later. The bedroom has plenty of space for clothes but all of those spaces are unfilled. The bed is made out of some sort of memory foam. It's covered with blankets that match the color scheme and a generous helping of comfortable pillows in a variety of shapes and sizes. She takes some time to test the softness of the pillows, for science.
The bathroom has a super fancy shower that has shower heads embedded on three walls and in the ceiling. She almost strips to try it out on the spot but decides to wait until she has fresh clothes to change into. It's not that these ones are dirty, simply that there's a ritual to putting on new clothes after a shower. In addition to the shower, there's also a very generously sized bathtub with one of those cut-outs for elderly people who can't easily climb over a bathtub's wall and jacuzzi jets. There's a variety of soaps and other bath products clearly labelled with their scents including unscented varieties. Near both the shower and the tub are racks with luxurious towels and there's a variety of sizes of bathrobes hung up on a series of hooks along one wall.
Having investigated the physical parts of her accommodations she turns her attention to the digital parts. She finds the remote for the TV, it's a smart remote with a keyboard. She quickly learns why after she turns it on. There's a large library of TV shows and movies organized by genre and title. "So, Space Netflix. That's nice." She turns off the TV for the moment. She gets out her computer and connects to the open Safehold wifi network. The first place she tries is Google. Google's replacement is simply branded as Search; entering a query returns results from Wikipedia and an enormous variety of books and journal articles but almost no normal websites. It would be a disappointment but it's much better than most of the search engines she's used before for academic literature. Wikipedia seems to have come through largely intact, it even accepts her login credentials. That's a bit confusing but she'll take it. Further searching reveals a blogging platform and a social network but both are ghost towns for the moment.
Looking out the windows reveals another of the apartment buildings a ways away and a large park on the ground below. In the view from her window there's a large playground, and a small lake. There's a variety of trees and gardens and walking paths as well.
Riley isn't quite ready to trust this new place so she repacks her bag, notes down which apartment is hers and goes to explore. She doesn't meet anyone on her way to the elevator and she pauses a little while to examine the map. There are six twelve story apartment buildings clustered near the center of a giant hexagon. The park area she saw from her window extends out a decent distance around the apartment complexes. The train station she came from appears to be buried underneath the park. Dotted around the edge of the park are other buildings the mall and the hospital among them. Way at the edge of the hexagon there appears to be a small unlabelled structure that the elevator won't take her to.
She thinks for a minute and decides to visit the mall first. She presses the button for the lowest of the mall's three floors and finds herself in an atrium as beautiful as she's come to expect from this place. The skylights allow light to stream into the mall below. The floor below her feet is an intricate mandala pattern of tiles all nicely laminated so the floor is smooth. Incongruously the stores all have familiar brand names. There's Whole Foods, Ace Hardware, Nordstroms, CVS, and more besides. She steps out of the elevator and starts heading in the direction of Nordstroms.
Riley takes a deep breath and lets it out. She bites her lip. "I don't know how bad it is yet. I'm delaying my reaction until I do. It sounds like a lot of people are going to die but I don't know if any of the people I personally care about are among them. As for other people, people die all the time. I'm hoping to fix that one day but until I do, or someone else does, it doesn't matter as much to me whether they die tomorrow or a few decades from now. I know most people don't think that way though."
"I can deliver the appropriate tools to your apartment. The primary obstacle to reconstructing humans is obtaining consent from a human who is willing to exist in more than one instance. I do not expect any issues in reconstructing humans but I would prefer to experiment with a human who is willing to risk existing in a damaged version."
"Mirelótë and I wish to extend the human lifespan and allow human minds to be uploaded into computers. If your skill is sufficient you could assist in either or both of these projects. My current method for uploading requires that an individual be capable of telepathy and Mirelótë believes that not all humans would wish to have that ability."
"This unit can escort you to an appropriate facility for the attempt." The robot moves from behind the desk revealing that it has four spindly legs. A panel opens behind the desk and another identical robot emerges to man the desk. The robot leads Riley to another bank of elevators. The map doesn't appear in the elevator they enter. They emerge in a small room which is a bit less elaborately decorated than Riley has become accustomed to. In the middle of the room is a transparent box filled with a red tinged fluid. Below the box is a hospital bed.
The skeleton is joined by what looks to be lymph and circulatory networks. Nerves follow shortly thereafter. The heart forms and starts beating. The fluid siphons away but the incomplete body continues to float. More organs follow: lungs, stomach, intestines, liver, kidneys. The brain begins to take shape within the partial skull and when it reaches completion the skull is completed. The Muscles come next wrapping around and between the organs. Fat deposits fill the empty spaces. Finally skin begins to wrap around the body followed shortly by hair and nails. The bottom of the box splits and joins its sides. Her fork floats gently down and comes to a rest on the bed below.
"Building up a record of how someone has changed over time might give us better insights into how to reverse degenerative diseases than we've previously had. If a disease doesn't effect the brain we might also be able to combine a late-stage brain scan with an earlier scan of the rest of the body."
"Not very well. I know how to do simple programming on it, I know a fair amount about the change that was made to attenuate the oath-swearing function in particular, but we don't actually have the ability to conventionally manufacture them or anything, they develop in utero and research hasn't progressed to the point of duplicating them without magical help."
"Telepathy might be a prerequisite. My culture's way of distinguishing private thoughts seems to suffice for purposes of letting me communicate telepathically with Sapphire without oversharing. I can't check if you have it down, but I can tell you what we do, if you'd like to practice that."
"It's hard to tell precisely. My memories of today are fragmented, I'm missing a bunch of the time between claiming my apartment and Riley deciding to get forked there's some missing bits earlier today but not as much. I've thought about my memories of the past week and further back but nothing is standing out as missing from before I last slept."
Riley and Kaylee spend the day devouring Sapphire's medical databases and trying to brainstorm how to address neurodegenerative diseases and trying to get a sense for how to tackle the challenge of human uploading given that sufficiently high resolution scans are available.
The next morning, before most of the rescued humans have woken up. Sapphire watches sadly as the last batch of humans are scanned seconds before the Earth is irradiated.
You asked me to tell you when it was over. Our final tally was three billion six hundred fifty-seven million, one hundred eighty thousand seven hundred twenty three scans and teleports. My estimate on duplicates is between five and twenty thousand.