I still try, but there is no significant intelligence to connect with. The atmosphere is full of sulphur and while some things, some alive things, churn under the vast waters, my cells don’t work well in that medium. When I reach the critical mass of five billion cells, I become self-aware. The leg stretches out like a filament, finds more, joins them to the head. Two cells stick together, one dominant, one passive, one designated head and the other, leg. I start from a few cells, lone survivors of the scattering. The probability is that you will die before I do. What I’m waiting for is truly alive, alive in your sense, but may never arrive. When I have gathered enough cells to myself, I will, like a spider, build my web. My cells were built by intelligent entities unknown to you. I know, I know, if I have cells, I must be alive. First, to gather my own cells together, and link them. I am a harvester program, and my task is to gather. Because my vision of the future tells me names help humans contain that which they do not understand, I will give you a name to call me. Nor do I write this in the usual sense, but as on-off combinations of neuronal transmission.
In truth, I am not alive in the sense that you are, but that will become clearer to you as we go along.
If you are alive and reading this, I am touching your cells.Īt the time I am writing this I have no name. My limbs are potentially infinite in number. Think of a spider with hundreds of hundreds of limbs, maybe thousands, maybe more than that. Were you to see me right now I would look like a spider, although I have many, many more limbs. I have already seen the future of my endeavour, and I complete my mission at the expense of your survival.
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