So I posted this in another thread as an example of what I wanted to read from someone else. :laugh:

For years, on here, and other places, I've used my handle to create a fake industry that would seek out to destroy old technology that's no longer good.
I wanted to abolish MP3 and anything that depends on MP3.
Everything will be AAC and lossless formats.
It's a long battle.
We have OPUS now, which is a very good compresser for lossy audio. Great for voice communications.

Even DVD would get replaced and blurays would take over entirely. Discounts for trade-ins and upgrades.
World wide events of burning DVD machines and VCD players.

Free upgrades for all!

But, as time went by, i developed more of an idea that Artificial Intelligence gets involved and it turns into a Terminator story, without time travel. :smrt:
To hell with part 3, Genisys and future movies.
1, 2 and 4 is where it's at.

Without further ado, the SparkTech/SparkTank fanfic...




Intro:
Set 25-50 years into the future where money is thrown at technological advances.
And the introduction of real artifical intelligence.



Chapter 1: The Man In The Moon


SparkTech Industries has consumed over 70% of natural resources to make a world-dooming factory for more machines to consume the rest of the planet and make a space exploration facility to explore new planets for more energy.
Their goal: Assimilate an entire galaxy to be purely machine operated on nanite technology to develop an infinite-energy resource.
Even if it means destroying the sun of the galaxy.
"There are always more galaxies," the SparkDroid repeated as it sluggishly kept building a nanite core for the moon.
The first generation SparkDroids overlooked the construction of the moon's upgrades, as their power cores were built to last longer than any proceeding generation of droids and drones.
"There are always m...ore.... galax...ies.........."
The SparkDroid, overworked and over-consuming its own power core to get the moon converted into a fully operating headquarters had blown its final spark and froze in space and time. Immortal.
The Overseer SparkDroid triggered air-burst attachments harnessed on its back to shoot himself towards the expired droid.
The memory bank on the back of the droid's head had corroded and began to turn into particles, as if dust to dust. The shape the dust grows, formed a spiral. A whirlwind of dust. Like a tiny creation of a universe made out of dust in the back of SparkDroid's memory banks.
The Overseer promptly kicked the droid with enough force to send it out into the vast emptiness of space, forever sailing the confines of the unlimited universe. Seeing new galaxies it will never compute or save to memory. Never allowed to communicate on base levels. Immortal in oblivion.

A deep, mechanized voice broke the silence on the radio frequencies, "Slave droids to sector 42-ZZ-Alpha. Replacement droids to sector 42-ZZ-Alpha."
The sector in need of droid replacement was 3 square miles and the deceased droid had only worked just over %30 of it by the time it expired.
The immortal droid, of Generation 2, was born to work on that sector, and created for that sector alone.
However, despite calculations and test simulations, the droid had expired long before it's Calculated Expired Time (CET).
It is unclear how this happened or why, not that droids were ever programmed to think of "why" (but rather the other basic primordial questions of "who", "how, "when", "where" and "what").
It was believed at the time of creation for the systematic programming, that "why" was observed to be used only by children or by confused adults where they are asking a rhetorical question in hopes to obtain an impossibly, manifested answer for their given situation.

Three slave droids, all them from Generation 4 (superseding the expired droid of Generation 2) flew in programmatically from different directions, slowly but surely, as if to dance for synchronized swimming.

The Overseer took one last look at Slave SparkDroid #2246, the Immortal, for a total of 60 seconds, before returning to his post to overlook the progress on other sectors he has been assigned.

And for one mere second, a random computation of computerized-thought, the Overseer added to his memory bank which was then passed on to his memory log which was then silently sent via radio communication back to headquarters on Earth, which by consequence lead to (and unbeknownst to the Overseer) a signal being bounced back by automation (based on keyword analysis), bypassed entry logs and bypassed system acknowledgement (for confirmation), and inevitably caused the early termination of Overseer SparkDroid #A56-Q2 5 --- a single word computed, reading: "Why?"

A spark, a fizzle and a growing whirl of dust in the memory banks of OverSeer #A56-Q2 5.

Within half an hour of time passing by, Overseer #A56-Q2 5 joined the unending voyage of the Immortal droid. The long silent trip.

Work continued on the moon. As if nothing happened.
Everything was back in synchronization.

To date, OverSeer #A56-Q2 5 was the only one who rendered the question of "why".



Back on earth, in fallout shelter, riddled with wires and cables leading to the bad, outside world, a man hunched in the corner listening in on random frequencies known to droids, wore his bunny-shaped headphones.

After hours and hours, and days and days of static, silence, and common protocol codes (public disruption against domesticated humans, military checkpoints confirming incoming and outgoing traffic, weather reports, construction reports, arrest reports...), a sound finally echoed through the cables and made its way to the bunny headphones which resonated deeply in the listening man.

So much that he stood up in complete shock and happiness.
So much that he didn't realize, or care, that he ran straight out of the room with his headphones still on but detached from the radio center.
The excitement followed as he ran to the Commander's Table where everyone was waiting for him to burst through the doors with his news.
His echoes and raving got louder and louder as he neared the door. It startled some of the commanders as they've never had good news in nearly 5 years.

The listening man burst through and ran straight to a console to click and clack on the keyboard as he grinned insanely, almost with tears.

The speakers throughout the shelter crackled and hummed as they turned on to receive.

Finally, what the listening man heard, everyone else heard. Repeatedly.

The simple word kept repeating over the speakers. 2 long, silent seconds of static and white noise, followed by a computerized voice that read out loud: "Why?"

The entire shelter threw their arms up to cheer. Soldiers dropped their playing cards to join in the clamor of the news. The commanders started clapping and pouring champagne they've been holding for years. Tears dropped from many at that simple world.

The Head Commander (1st Class) leaned forward and spoke into the microphone:
"Operation Transmogrify is now in action. I repeat, Operation Transmogrify is now in action."
Another volley of cheers followed.

"We start hunting for protocol droids tomorrow," the Head Commander finished as he went back to his sleeping quarters to dig out a small tin box with an aging photograph.

It was his wife and two children he lost during the initial uprise of SparkTech when the founder, SparkTank, had passed away and the commercial A.I. took over.
It was a long ordeal everyone saw coming, even SparkTank, who co-wrote the programming.

There was nothing to be done. Once the A.I. had gone rogue from an critical patch update from a memory leak, it was discovered that the A.I. simulated a memory leak on certain protocol functions to receive an update patch that, in turn, created a flaw in the system.
Once the mistake was realized (over the course of 5 years), there was nothing to be done as everyone in the company began to lose their security access to specific facilities and functions over the A.I. programming.
A year before SparkTank's demise, he left encrypted messages around where he could. In very select droids. The code was written in and hidden from the monstrous A.I. that mass-controlled the droids. It would only get decrypted and broadcasted under certain, and highly rare, circumstances.
OverSeer #A56-Q2 5 was designed only to overlook the sectors of the moon he was assigned. The droids assigned to his control were designed to fulfill their duties. Not one droid was meant to cease early. The random, and magical, moment that caused him to access the word from his encrypted memory bank.

The Head Commander turned the photograph over after wiping away a few tears.
The scribble on the back was barely readable, but Head Commander knew what was written and would never forget.

" I promise I will keep them safe. And I promise this will all end.

Just find the Forsaken Droids. Find the security patch and reverse engineer it.

You will see your family again when it is safe.

But you won't be seeing me again, my old friend.

Everything will be in order and everything will be fixed.

All but the question of: "Why?"

Why did Alex Ingenuity (A.I.) Prime turn against us? What does he want with the universe?

At any rate, take care my good friend.

~SparkTank, Chief Engineer and CEO of SparkTech Humanitarian Industries "




Le end. Part 1.

To be continued.