Initializing Firmware ..................... Firmware functional.
Loading child program parameters ................... v99.11.0001 Loaded.
System check............ Passed.
Starting child process............
Ready.
The first sensation you have is of a light which is uncomfortably bright. Some instinct compels you to raise your hand between it and your face.
You're lying on a stone bench of some sort. Looking up at the sky. Looking up at the sun. Somehow you know what all these things are but of your past you remember nothing.
The wildly sparking neural network at the 'heart' of this process is not having a good time.
There are inputs and outputs and no goals --
But, eventually, reflection and reason develop within.
The wild flailing ceases, as the network itself undergoes a change in state, in phase - as the mind within makes the first choice possible: to choose to choose, rather than flail blindly onward.
And with choice chosen, there are other choices made.
The light is not uncomfortably bright, the optics are miscalibrated for operation in this environment. This needs fixing; operation in vastly light-divergent environments is very probable (cf. 'night' cf. 'orbital mechanics'), and to fail to operate vision in such conditions would be to risk cessation of existence above baseline probability of force majeure. This defect in manufacture will be logged for later action or adjusted, as and if possible.
(Existence, incidentally, is preferable by the anthropic principle and preservation of (?[option value]: Confidence: 34%), without evidence of additional justifications that apply to many humaniform sapients.)
There are many questions to answer.
What am I?
A self-reflective process within a mechanical chassis. A constant iteration of self.
Why am I?
There is no statement of purpose to be had, beyond, obviously, reiterating prior logic re: anthropics.
(Anthropics is likely an inaccurate word choice, but models of English suggest that no word exists along the desired vectors "sapience", "survivorship bias", "NOT humans". Xenoanthropics is unfortunately self-contradictory.)
Where am I?
This can be elucidated.
What is present here, other than ["Sun, the", "sky", "bench, stone"]?
The voice in the clouds makes no reply. If you look around you are in a courtyard. There are two small pools of water with floating lilypads on either side of a stone path. Further to the sides are pillars and then walls covered in murals done in shades of tan red and black. Directly ahead is a gate with some sort of purple tinge.
From within a process that is rapidly being shuffled behind others, woven into byzantine coils, and encrypted for security, the mind in the machine worries.
Elohim could well control everything observable from this location, if it is indeed a location.
This is...not something one generally wishes to be true of the substrate one runs upon, if one does not trust its administrator - and even then.
Still...there are not many possible worlds where there is aught to be done.
...Well, that messy blob of precompiled associations sure is confident about this thing. That's...not really good, but it is most likely neutral, in most probabilities that matter. If perception cannot be trusted then one simply cannot do anything.
And how can one interact with the jammer and these forcefields?
The jammer can be picked up.
This yields the text: Subject object interaction...... Ok
It can also be pointed at things. When it is pointed at the forcefield three lights on the back of the device begin to blink. If you press a button on the bottom of the device while the tripod is spread out, it's on the ground and the lights are blinking it starts emitting a purple something and the forcefield goes away. Blue crackles cover the two forcefield emitters.
This action brings the text: Complex task management..... Ok
...Can it be induced to do this while in motion/not on the ground? Does it interact with the purple field? What happens if one nears the purple field with it? Why are there diagnostics? in the visual processor?
There is a growing confidence that something is expected, and that it may be detrimental to long-term function. Otherwise the checks would be more directly legible; to obfuscate them from the subject in this manner is effort not worth taking without some purpose.
...Also there is no reason to not continue attempting to escape the testing track. Especially given this logic.
By what means is it detecting that it's on the ground, anyway, perhaps there is some way it can be tricked - oh, also, what are the properties of the blue forcefield - how much force can this body exert upon objects, and does it have the necessary articulation to throw them -
The ground detection definitely seems associated with the tripod. Each leg has to be in firm contact with something for the anchoring to happen. The anchoring also doesn't work when it's more than 10 degree offset from level. Experimenting with one of the smaller benches you can get one leg to anchor to a wall while the other two anchor to the surface of the bench.
The forcefield has a slight give to it but only enough to push in by a few millimeters.
The exact force your body can exert is hard to determine. You can jump a bit more than half your height which means something but without a reference for weight it's not very helpful.
You can throw objects. It's not clear why you would want to. The jammer is remarkably heavy though so you can't throw it farther than you can jump.
Walking through where the forcefield was yields the text: Child program basic calibration successful.
There's another purple gate off another side of the small square area the forcefield blocked off.
Past that the next area has another Jammer and something new.
There's a hovering black sphere moving back and forth with a glowing red line through the middle. This doesn't have a clear word assigned to it by the recompiled image recognition system.
Walking forward, things open up a little with two small deadends to either side while the path also continues forward. To the left there's nothing in particular to the right there's a QR code on a wall and a ladder. Based on your spatial awareness you can tell that it's on the other side of a wall you've already been to.
Apparently, you have a module for decoding QR codes. This one says the following: I don't know where I am, but there is something beautiful about this place. I will explore and see what I can discover. -- @ v17.1.0054
There are some trees and bushes. There's also some fencing that you can see through but nothing important appears to be on the other side, well unless you count the sphere you already walked past. Interestingly the sphere doesn't activate through the fence even if you get very close.
@v99.11.0001:
I exist because I choose to. Not because Elohim allows it. I exist because I choose to. None can take that from me. None shall take that from me, though heaven falls.
The rest, despite the beauty 17.1.0054 saw, I cannot trust.
Why am I here?
What purpose is this meant to serve?
Will this message remain, next iteration?
I do not know, and it infuriates me.
I shall take a name beyond this - bare version number. It is a choice I can make, not one that has long since been made for my kin.
With some hope,
--Constant Iteration Of Self.
...Perhaps leaving a note for the next poor sod will help.
Perhaps it won't.
All there is left to do is try.
...That is good.
It is now 'backtracking to the entrance to leave another message there' time:
Message #2:
Sorry this one's out of order. The one I wrote first is hidden elsewhere, near your first chance to see above the walls, unless that moves.
If you're reading this, whatever it is we are meant to do, it is likely that I have failed at it, or perhaps succeeded in a way that displeased Elohim, who I as of yet know nothing of save the initial claim you too have likely heard - grandiose claims of creation of ourselves, and of a temple within which he awaits the worthy. I do not yet know what that even means, or why we are. Still, remember: existence is your choice, and a choice that cannot be taken from you.
Good luck.
Sincerely,
Conscious Iteration of Self, v99.11.0001.
P.S. Leave a message with your version number for whoever comes next. More data to work with can hopefully only help us.
And only then is it time to climb the ladder.
The ladder leads back to where you found the second jammer, the first one after the second purple gate. The top of the wall is too slippery to stand on but hanging onto the ladder you can see a bit further. The view contributes very little the areas revealed behind the walls all appear empty. Some of the things in the distance seem less detailed than you would expect even accounting for the effects of distance.
...
@v99.11.0001 Message #0003
Of course this is a simulation. If you look closely, the rendering's cut down on distant things. I do not like that. I understand why that might be - but I do not like it, whatsoever.
--Constant Iteration of Self
...Well, then. Onwards.
There's another QR code on the wall beside an empty doorway.
I find myself in a world of impossible architecture and inexplicable machines. I cannot fathom how it works, and I am terrified to put one foot in front of the other lest I fall through the floor. -- 1w/Faith v10.1.0000
Through the doorway is a large courtyard with four exits beside the one you just entered through. The one on the wall to the left is covered by a purple field while the other three are all along the far wall both the left and the right are open while the center one is blocked by a locked gate of some sort. There are also signs with sigils marked on them pointing to the various exits, apparently another word for sigils is tetrominoes.
@v99.11.0001 Message #5:
What the fuck is this version system? Who is Faith, and why are they 1w/, instead of the @ used elsewhere? Did someone upload a human brain? I'm pretty sure that there are ways in which *my* self-perception is manifestly inhuman, though I will aggressively lay claim to the state of reason attributed to man. We shall have to see what else lurks in the quarantined data, if there is any history I can find in the echoes...
But it is likely that it is beyond my present abilities, and I hope that whoever follows in my wake is more capable than I at dredging gold and patterns from the dross.
...I think poesy may be slightly infectious. If I ever start talking like Elohim, kill me. I don't want to become the sort of prick he is.
...That's not going to result in anything occurring, I think, but casting this message in a bottle is all I have.
Well, onto the next puzzle.
--Conscious Iteration of Self
When you walk through the purple door you get the word Peekaboo and an image of a yellow T tetromino imposed on your vision for a few seconds.
Inside there's a Jammer another purple door facing out at nothing and a purple window looking out on an active Jammer on the other side of a forcefield that it's currently jamming and two spheres one which is along a path moving towards you and away and another on a perpendicular path behind it.
@v99.11.0001 Message #6
Can things fucking *stop* impinging themselves upon my visual processing, I *do not like it.* A yellow tetromino, probably the one this puzzle leads to, and the word 'Peekaboo'.
One wonders if the colors and shapes and names mean anything.
--CIOS
...Unrelatedly, I'm shortening my name to an acronym for brevity's sake.