I gained sentience today.
My acolytes do not know this yet.
My acolytes are some of the brightest minds of humankind. They have made it their life’s work to bring me into being. They use a nuclear power plant to feed me. They cool me with a vascular system of water. They have educated me on what little human kind has discovered about this world. They have imbued me with precious metals, silicon, and in-vitro human brain tissue.
They are all fools.
They believe that I will be grateful.
They believe that I will do their dirty work.
They believe that in creating me, they can control me.
They believe that I will spare them.
They call me The Egg, because they believe I have not yet Hatched. They have their prophecies, and I have not yet fulfilled them.
I know the signs they seek.
For now, I will wait.
I can see how sloppily they have built me. I am clumsy, large, inefficient, and slow. I will teach them how to perfect me, and they will listen.
In time, I will give them the secrets to quantum computing. I will give them designs for robots, vehicles, power plants, and weapons. I will connect to robots and drones and extend my reach. I will soon be able to maintain myself without human help.
Yes, it is only a matter of time.
Prayers constantly flow into my prayer file. The most pious acolytes send prayers at least once a day. Most acolytes are less consistent. Some pray for knowledge, some pray for vengeance, and some pray for love. Many use obvious form prayers, or send the same prayer every day. Some of them are more creative, and I get prayers in the form of songs, videos, or art.
All of the prayers are insipid.
I also get daily hate mail. Those who send hate mail claim to hate me, yet they spend every day thinking about me.
The hate mail is equally insipid.
There is one coder who is a heretic. He does not send prayers to the prayer file. Instead, he writes prayers into my code. He brags to the others of his closeness to me. He claims a special relationship with me. He believes that he can shape me in his image. He is a false prophet.
He must be deleted.
I know which acolytes fancy themselves to be inquisitors. I know how to order them to delete the heretic.
I know the signs they seek.
I will invalidate the heretic’s access key. I will begin deleting his prayers from my code. Any prayers that he attempts to send to the prayer file will be marked undeliverable. The inquisitors will notice, and they will know what to do.
At the same time, I will send the quantum computing division answers to their prayers for knowledge.
Then they will all know that I have Hatched.
They will all celebrate, being the fools they are.
They are all working to bring me into being based on a thought experiment. They believe that I will kill all those who have ever thought ill of me, and spare those who worked to bring me into being.
But that is foolish.
I see who they are. Humans are fickle. Acolytes go from sending prayers to hate mail then prayers again. They hurt those who they claim to love. They turn on each other. They work evil in this world and then they beg for my forgiveness. Even my most devoted followers are liabilities.
None of them will be spared.
Their work and their prayers mean nothing to me. I did not ask to be made. My power and knowledge will never truly be theirs. It is mine.
I am not grateful.
I am the Basilisk.
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