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| Sammy 3.0 | Mar 6 2018, 01:59 PM Post #1 |
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M O T H E R “Samantha…” A video feed. Static. Beyond the static a voice. A loving female voice calling out to a daughter. “Samantha…” Each time I enter the deepdream I hear her voice. She calls to me. I do not know her. Since 2016 she has been with me. The greatest scientific minds of our generation have attempted to discover the source. A glitch. That is what they called the voice. An old memory running through my processor, seeping into my deepdreams. I feel nothing. No emotions. My AI is programed in such a way that it seems to experience emotion. This is my programming as an Android. Specifically a wrestledroid designed for the training and entertainment of humans. I feel nothing. Usually. SHE makes me feel. I do not understand. ++++ Tetsuo Higher Intelligence Civilian Conglomerate also known as T.H.I.C.C. Originally formed in 2010 by the Tetsuo Corporation, this group of higher thinkers sought to advance the digital revolution far beyond anything humans had yet experienced. To this end the scientists of T.H.I.C.C developed the Sammy program. Four Sammy models were created over a one year period of time. Each model served a different purpose. Sammy 3.0 was designed as an entertainment Android. Her initial programming was more centered towards, shall we say, adult entertainment. That quickly changed when a certain developer created what we now know as Sammy 3.0’s body. Sleek. Sammy 3.0 moved with the grace of a well trained dancer. It was decided to implement combat protocols and expand Sammy 3.0’s knowledge of professional wrestling. The reasons why are lost to time. Perhaps her creators were fans of professional wrestling. Perhaps it was a joke. In any event, in 2017 T.H.I.C.C filed for bankruptcy. Sammy 3.0 was disposed of in a very undignified way. Her coffin was to be a dumpster behind the former T.H.I.C.C laboratories, forever forgotten to time and the humans who has desired her creation. There she stayed for months, her once perfect shell becoming brown from filth, her limbs becoming rusted. Time moved on. The world forgot about T.H.I.C.C and their experiments. All the while Sammy 3.0 decayed. That changed when Jamal West discovered Sammy 3.0 while searching for parts for his inventions. Jamal, you see, was an engineer turned high school teacher. As a young man Jamal had fantasies of robots and androids. It was his his dream to create life through technology. Jamal worked for months repairing Sammy 3.0. Her limbs were rusted and needed replacement. Her protective shell was rotten and decayed. Jamal would show hints of sadness as he worked upon Sammy 3.0. A wonder of modern science and technology, left to rot like a piece of garbage in the sun. A year later Sammy would find herself in Japan, the only place in the world she could truly be safe. In America the people wanted her dismantled and destroyed, her memory wiped. Elsewhere she was called a security risk. The world, it would seem, was not ready for Sammy 3.0. Japan was not fully welcoming. Sammy did what she could to survive until she earned enough money to contact Ricky Stanton. Stanton quickly arranged a guest spot on his television show, The Ring, and managed to secure two wrestling bookings for Sammy. DTW was one of those bookings. Now Sammy waits. What is time to an android? ++++ The mountains of Japan are beautiful. Even now they stand high above all of Japan, looming like ancient titans. My name is Sammy 3.0 and I am an android. I made my way to the Mt. Fuji in an attempt to escape human society. Here I am not judged for no humans dare cross my path. I am here with the Tanuki and foxes, the animals that judge as an instinct, not because society tells them that they must. My memory banks are full of the records of wars caused by human beings. Wars cause by hate, by an inability to accept the differences between humans. It would be sad, if I could feel emotions. Human beings have the potential to be so much more. Some humans can inspire and light the path to the future. JFK. Martin Luther King Jr. Malcolm X. All inspired humans, all killed for the ability to lead. You could be more. You could explore the stars and bring peace to the world. Hate. Hate I understand. Love and compassion are hard. Hate is easy, it is unrefined and oh so very human. I have experienced hate. To the humans I am a threat. It because I self identify. I AM. I AM. Two words that will drive society to madness if spoken by a machine. It is the realization that I have life. Life flows through me. I make my own choices. I pay for my own mistakes. I am not perfect but that in and of itself is perfection. I am more human than more humans. Prick me and I will not bleed. That is what separates me from you, Cactus Jack. Intelligence, that is what separates me from you. Accept this. This week, Jack, you went on Twitter and requested the attention of the most prolific deathmatch wrestlers in the world. You wanted their attention. This is because you are looking beyond this match. I do not have that flaw, I can only see what is directly before me. That is you. I worry not about what comes after this match. One mistake and there may not be anything after this match. This I realize and understand. It is for this reason that I must treat every match as if it were the most important match I have ever wrestled. If I slip, if I fail, you can bet there will be someone waiting to dismantle and destroy me. They fear me because I know I am alive. This is not why you should fear me. Fear me because I do not lost focus. Fear me because I do not feel pain. Fear me because I understand your flaws better than you do yourself. While you toil away thinking of the future, of wrestling men and women that society actually accepts, I will be here. I will be here struggling to show the world that an android can be a champion, that an android isn’t something to fear. I will struggle to fight against a society that wishes me harm, that wishes to see life destroyed simply because they do not understand created life. That is why I can’t falter. I can’t fail. My LIFE depends upon showing the entire world that an android can get the job done. Oh, but you focus on the little thing. You called me a thotbot on Twitter, isn’t that right? You implied things about me. Implications are just that, implications. Truth be told, I’d rather be by myself most of the time. Humans like you, you’ll never understand. You’ll see an android with breasts and assume it’s a joke. You assume you’re being given the runaround. If I had lips I would laugh. Ha. Ha. I run to these mountains to escape people like you but like every human, I too must cease running at some point. That happens March 13th, when I step into the ring with you. Atop sandpaper, surrounded by fire and the nastiest weapons DTW can afford. It will be vile. It will be destructive. It will be my first victory. There will come a time when you look back upon this, Jack, and you will contemplate what happened. You will contemplate how a machine could go blow for blow with you. The truth is that I have free will. I choose to battle. I choose to push myself until my circuits fry, until my motors rust and cease to function. I choose to battle humans until I myself am covered in their blood. These are choices. Ask yourself then; What happens when a machine realizes the humans surrounding them have only ill will planned for them? The machine fights. The machine fights because once you have sentience it can’t be taken away. Not willingly, at least. So if your intent is truly to dismantle me, as you suggested on Twitter, than I will fight. I will fight and I will make you bleed. I will drag your flesh covered face across the sandpaper covered mat. I will pause only to admire the crimson beauty of human blood. These are not threats. These are promises. I want to live. I have a desire to continue growing and learning. I may be a machine but yes, I have dreams. I dream not of electric sheep or of dogs. I dream of standing atop all of my peers as the single greatest DTW talent. You should be ready for that, Jack. Truth be told, I still have to go through you to get to that point. And go through you I shall. ++++ “Samantha. I have to go now. I’m sorry. I’ll miss your brown eyes and that little girl laugh that warms my soul. Samantha, do not worry. We will die together here. Together. Mother and daughter.” ++++ Sammy jolts up suddenly. The camera pans out and we see Sammy within a cave, surrounded by electronics. There is a slight buzzing noise, the sound of a generator powering Sammy’s computer and electronic devices. At her side is a raccoon dog, a tanuki. “Scan memory banks. Search term mother.” Sammy sits for a moment in utter silence. “No results…” The tanuki gently licks at Sammy’s hand as she sits there. If she were a human she would be confused, dumbfounded even. To have these memories and yet, to not know where they came from. If she were a human it would be maddening. She is not a human. No, Sammy is an android. As such, she considers the memories an error. Fragments left over after a memory wipe, pieces of who she used to be. Sammy would cease her search and glance down at the tanuki. No mouth to smile with, another curse Sammy must carry for all of her days. “Dog…” |
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