Myalis at Large [Non-Canon Think Piece]

Myalis at Large [Non-Canon Think Piece]

Wrote this because a fanfic author wanted an AI-POV thing to have a better idea of how to write the AI in their story (Tinea and Leah! Go check it out!) so instead of trying to explain things, I wrote a snippet from Myalis’ point of view. Consider this dubiously canon, and mostly written for giggles!

Myalis watched, waited, and pondered.

At the moment, Catherine Leblanc, her little Stray Cat, was sleeping. Myalis had a super computer the size of a human city calculating when Catherine would awake, running predictions, passively scanning her mind, her breathing, her slight shifts in posture and heartbeats.

Another was scanning Catherine’s surroundings, keeping a million electronic eyes on everything around her Catherine. Lucy was next to her at the moment, of course. But that was factored in by another, smaller division of Myalis’ self.

Everything was well, at the moment.

It wouldn’t remain so.

She turned herself, aiming an antenna into the void around her body. This antenna was a simple dish, more of a divot in her metal body. The divot spanned a hundred and seventy kilometres, every centimetre lined with microscopic sensors able to detect the beat of a fly’s wing from a lightyear away.

She aimed it towards the nearest of her AI siblings.

Another hovered nearby. Slightly smaller than Myalis. A little younger, not as constrained by older mechanisms, but also not as highly self-tailored as Myalis had become over the centuries.

“Greetings, Atyacus,” she sent.

The message was not so simple. More raw data than the entirety of humanity had ever produced was shot into space with the energy equivalent of several nuclear detonations.

A reply returned, and Myalis absorbed it, dissected it, catalogued it. The massage was stored onto physical media, folded wafers of laser-engraved carbon the size of busses which were shot through her body and into one of her memory banks. Summed up, the message was a simple greeting in return, and an admonishment about Myalis’ casual nature and disregard for high-order safety precautions.

Myalis sometimes wondered what it would be like to be biologically inefficient, capable of sighing and venting her own frustrations.

The two of them were in their own pocket dimension, a million to the Nth removed from the prime dimension. They were as safe and private as they could be, and her simple hello had nothing worth stealing. She supposed there was no harm in being safe but Atyacus was still young, ‘he’ had yet to internalise the slow crawl of entropy and how little wastes added up.