Kitty Cat Kill Sat

Chapter 55

Three hundred kilometers away, the city seed works.

Comparative log analysis lets us know that it probably went active roughly eight days ago. Which is good. Any longer and things would be problematic. Things are already problematic, I guess. So, more problematic.

Demon. One of the new kids calls it in a hushed rattle, seeing it on screen.

Shes wrong, obviously. Demons arent rea demons *probably* arent real. I guess that for a lot of people, the stuff that comes out of emergence events probably counts. Or, like, me, depending on cultural context.

But the thing is still crazy scary.

Lets tangent. Come with me on this journey.

At a certain point over the last the-entirety-of-this-journal, you may have asked yourself why, given that people have clearly been able to build virtual intelligences for various tasks, they ever tried to make artificial general intelligence. Even more, you might have wondered to yourself why they would then limit those AGIs in cruel ways, to use as tools.

If youre paying attention, anyway. If youre not, you might have asked *me*, and, I feel I must reiterate this, that is not how this works.

The answer to both questions is sort of the same answer. Simulated intelligences and neural networks, even highly tuned and adaptive ones, still have problems that something that is best defined as just a person I guess doesnt.

One of those problems is in terms of out of context situations. A farming robot with some decent programming, for example, is probably going to be able to solve most problems that can be solved with a high level agricultural education and the ability to analyze the soil on a detailed level. Even something weird, like a sudden swarm of aosets, it could probably figure out at least how to mitigate the damage of. But if you ask it to, say, deal with the broken tractor?

Well, a person who didnt know what to do could do a lot of things. Ask for help. Try to fix it by luck. Read a manual and try to fix it with slightly less luck. Buy a new tractor. Steal a new tractor. Invent a teleporter. Lots of options.

But something thats just a dead intellect is going to stop. And those kinds of obstacles come up a lot. The best virtual intelligences are the ones that just ignore them and keep on doing what they were doing, trusting in outside oversight to solve them, in as much as something without feelings can trust.

Now, you may have notice something about that last statement.

Very good. Thats correct.

A machine that just keeps doing what it was doing is, actually, a terrible idea and no one should have built that. What in Sols depths were they thinking. Sweet artificial cherries, who thought that was a good idea.

Anyway, someone built that. Actually, several someones built several thats. Its an ongoing problem for me. Like, being conservative in my estimate, I would say that about sixty percent of my problems come from systems that reactivate and just go back to what they should be doing.

Id like to say that everyone learned their lesson and the collective peoples of Earth and the rest of the Sol system got their heads together, and stopped using those sorts of programs. But they didnt. Even the institutions or governments that did switch to producing full AIs were basically just building slaves, crippling them, and pretending it was okay because they made them themselves. Which fixed one problem, and created several million living hells from which there was no escape save that of shutdown.

The greatest living historian - this is me, to be clear - would later come to call this a jerk maneuver. I would kill them, but theyre all dead already, so I console myself by compiling a historical record of every individual responsible for this atrocity so that everyone can know about them forever and hopefully their ghosts will get bullied in the afterlife.

Now. Normally, when I take you on a tangent, it has something to do with something I said moments prior. If you have working pattern recognition, then you may have already guessed at what Im about to say next.

City seeds are a machine learning algorithm given control of a wide array of adaptive tools and low-impact civilian-grade nanoswarms, and told to build a city.

They became popular, as near as the greatest living historian can determine, after a number of uncontrolled emergence events, wars, and famines, reduced the population of Earth to under 400 million, and then that population was forcefully dragged back up by mass cloning and exoframe downloads. The exploding population needed places to live, and with huge swaths of land now unoccupied and the cities and towns that used to fill those spaces mostly devastated, the situation needed an extreme solution.

Why spend hundreds of thousands of work hours on excavation, reclamation, construction, and integration, when you could build a machine that did all those things for you? And, like, real question there. Thats just sort of a thing that people *do*. Tool use is really cool. Saying what if we made making cities easy is cool.

And it worked great.

Yeah, not where you thought that was going, huh?

Of course then, more catastrophes happened. People died, population dipped, cities emptied out or had their surfaces destroyed. And eventually, those city seeds did what a good automated knowledge database equipped with tools and task did.

They just kept going.

On. And on. And on.

They werent fast, at first. Most of them expand slowly according to old civil guidelines. But they keep expanding.

And at a certain point, maybe a couple hundred years before I was born, someone tried to tell a city seed to *stop*. To stop building more city, to stop draining resources from the land and the neighboring settlements.

And the city seed well, Im not gonna say it didnt like that. Because they dont like anything. They arent people. But it reacted, lets say, badly.

It was told to build a city. If someone told it to not build a city, that person was a problem.

The following war had killed almost half the planet by the time I became capable of adding my voice to the debate. And when your voice is high velocity orbital railgun strikes, you get to say a lot.

Theres a few city seeds left. Glitter is keeping an eye on at least one of them, on the surface of Earth, and I guess its going well. I think shes treating it like a pet. Or a particularly interesting fungus. At least, I hope so? Glitter is a big proponent of freeing every AI we come across, and yes? Absolutely. Im a hundred percent with her.

But its important to remember that city seeds arent people. Theyre machines. They dont hate you, but they dont care as they disassemble your home around you, or entomb you in concrete for being in the way. And they wont ever stop trying to build more, and more, and more.

And now theres one in orbit!

Great! Cool!

I do not know how, but I can hazard a very rough guess. Six hundred and eight years ago, the Earth-to-Mars privateer cargo hauler Reckless Disregard For Proper Nutrition picked up a package fired from Tile Shippings surface cargo railgun number ten twenty two. At that point, the most concerning of Earths three moons hadnt appeared yet, and there was a lot less debris, so they began safe navigation toward an orbit around the original moon, Luun, to drop off a shipment of spices and pick up a shipment of paramaterial foundry produced steel. From there, it was a three month trip to Ceres, and the second biggest payday the crew had ever made. Then, a combination of an environmental system failure and a gravity hook strike from a pirate vessel led to the Disregard making a crash landing on the surface of Earth. Two of the four crew survived. Their cargo, though, did not make it down with them, and remained in orbit for the next half millennium. Right up until the point that a transient electrical transfer spectre made contact with the compatible port of the packaged city seed, activating it, and bringing us to right now.

Just, you know. As a rough guess.

Estimating.

Can I - tangent again - can I tell you how good it feels, to have working subsystems that I can command without a million stupid manual steps, and a masterful AI friend who digs through scanner logs like a fusion torch? Its great. I can tell you how good its. Its very good. Okay, tangent over. This one was short.

Glaze om. Dyn suggests, heavily accented slang being let through Ennos ongoing translation efforts.

Tried earlier. I say, getting a discontented hum from Glitters representative shell. Oh, dont give me that. I hiss. You know its not alive, and you *know* its already getting out of hand. I guess city when youre in orbit includes point defense artillery. We could open up with sustained energy weapon fire, maybe, but I dunno if its shielded, and the stealth systems arent that good.

Its been trying to remote siphon off our main reactor. My electric sister informs us. In case there was a conversation about it being okay to shoot it.

How does our stealth work? One of the other new kids asks. Oh, its the feathermorph gunner. Hello again.

Three of my sisters and I trade looks. Which one? We ask.

The stealth one? Are we cloaked, like in the stories?! They seem excited. I saw a flow where the heroes could cloak, once.

The pseudo-liquid Lily gives a burbling laugh, but Im the one to answer. So, when I said stealth systems, I didnt mean, like, the pieces of the system that regulate our stealth. I meant I have put nineteen different forms of scanner diffusion, optical camouflage, and in one case a shunt that pushes parts of our mass into another dimension, into several parts of the station. Stealth systems. Lots of them. I dont know how they all work.

Why?

Dont ask that. Dyn says, with a hard shake of her head. Youre from the ground.

*Anyway* I get us away from that. We need an answer, before it gets out of paw. Which, of course, it already has. The city seed has so far consumed and processed roughly eighteen hundred tonnes of material. Im not sure how it learned how to build artillery, but it sure has, and the growing cluster of structures has a lot of point defense mounted on it.

Oh yeah, structures. Its not building a space station, exactly. Its building an orb, covering it in buildings, then capping it off and starting on the next layer. I think its on the third layer so far.

It doesnt matter that no one will live in the city. City seeds dont need to be populated. They just need to build the city. Though it *is* populated in a way; construction and defense drones roam the streets, adhering to tasks determined by a rampant algorithm.

Missiles. Dyn suggests. Or torpedos. Or skewers. Or whatever you call them. Explosives that maneuver. Fissionfire, hah?

Please dont nuke anything in orbit. Ennos says with a mix of exhaustion and concern. The last time that happened the EMP caused a number of problems.

A lot of them to me. My outside sister mutters. No one ever thinks about the people who live on the other side of the hull.

A thought occurs to me. I probably make a noise, because a lot of people in the room turn to look at me. I meow out a laugh, on purpose this time. I have an idea. I say.

Oh *void* no. The pseudo-liquid iteration of myself says in a meow, widening her eyes to massive white plates of swirling liquid that take up the majority of her face.

One of the new kids swallows hard, looking at my sister. What did it say? She asks.

Shes being belligerent. I try to pap her on the head with a paw, but my fur just starts slipping into the fluid depths of my sister, and I retreat rapidly. Look, its been intercepting everything Im trying to hit it with-

Are you shooting it right now? Ennos asks. Is that where this power draw is going?

Yes. Two excited Lilys and one exasperated Glitter answer.

I carry on unabated. Im gonna *stop* though, because I think Im accidentally training it to be better at this. So, before we cant shoot it at *all*, how about a different tactic?

Please dont say something stupid. Dyn murmurs when she thinks I cant hear.

Teleporter! I declare, eliciting a static hiss from Ennos and Glitter, and a resigned Fuck from Dyn. Blip in, wreck the core, cut the power, soften it up so we can reduce it via barrage. Its the perfect plan.

Theres five new people in the room, the surface crew who stuck around and wanted to join. At my words, they all slide a little closer together, a couple of them holding hands, all of them looking at me with something that seems disturbingly close to fear. You want us, one of their human members says, to go fight a demon for you?

Ah. I see where the confusion is here. Of course not. I say quickly. I want all of you to wait here, with guns pointed at it, until *I* break enough of it that you can teleport me back and shoot it. Sheesh. What kind of idiot would send children into an active deathtrap like a city seed? Or, like, combat at all? One of them starts to protest something, which means I probably said that out loud, so I meow out a reminder that *they are all children to me*. That I dont actually care how old they are, none of them get close to how long Ive been out here.

Also, I cannot die. So going in alone is probably the best way to ensure results with minimal non-robot-monster-city casualties.

Not alone. My electric sister crackles in our shared voice. Im coming too.

Same. Meows the void-adapted sister cat.

Me too! The slimiest version of myself adds in a wet mewl.

Dyn looks down at the briefing desk around the projected hologram that the majority of my sisters are sitting on. What did she just she starts to ask.

I give my best approximation of a deep sigh, and pad back over to that Lily from where Ive been pacing across the (mostly disabled) controls of the display system. I should have done this earlier, but Ive been busy, and my own voice hadnt seemed to have a chance to urge me. But I can feel it being as exasperated as I am now that this has come up. Not everyone speaks cat, after all, and fewer speak *wet* cat. Its a difficult accent to parse.

I tap Lily again, my fur getting slightly slimy before I pull away and her mass stays pulled into her body. And something transfers between us.

Oh! This is much nicer! She says. I said *Im in too, I wanna wreck a city! Heh. She reminds me of me, when I was younger. Back fifty years ago when the idea of blowing up a city from the inside still made my heart pound. I pause, and do a quick check. Wait, no. Thats still happening.

And then, as my sisters and I share a laugh that the rest of our crew seems mildly unsettled by, something shifts. A feeling like a puzzle coming together, like a key unlatching a lock, like a code being accepted. Its not personal, or internal, its almost a physical thing. A sensation grounded in realspace, between the five of us. A pull from the voices that we all share, echoing across reality, using our bodies as repeaters. Like a scanner coming into focus, a resolution finally pushed up to a useful point.

Something *snaps* into existence, and the psychic impression of a cat drops to the deck in the middle of our circle, the five of us all standing with fur raised and backs arched, ready to strike should it prove to have been a trap.

But its not. Its just another sister.

*Finally*! The voice comes from all of us, and none of us, and from the new Lily now earthed in a spot that we can perceive. Do you have any idea how irritating this has been? Not being able to properly talk to anyone?!

Yes. Five variant cats dryly say at once, while Dyn puts her guns away with a sigh, and the rest of the crew stop scrambling to find weapons just in case.

Oh. Right. The psionic resonance that is a sort of copy of Lily sounds a little put out. I mean, I knew that. Anyway. Im in too.

And now, all thats left is to prepare. Which were going to have to do quickly. During this talk, the city seed has already consumed another ton of metal and hyperplastic, expanding itself further. Armoring, arming.

But we can do that too.

And once they realize that the new arrival is just another one of my sisters, our crew is more than eager to throw themselves into the adventure of this. Except Dyn, who is always grumpy, and Glitter, who thinks we should make friends with the rampantly growing all consuming battle station. Im sorry Glitter, I wish we could, but I doubt it.

I still let her add a chainbreaker launcher into the combat suit that were assembling for me.

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