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Broadcast from San Francisco, final decryption

Day 1

This is a message from the people remaining on the coast, being broadcast to anyone who can hear it. Our city, our home, this shining jewel of civilization, is in ruins. There is no way to carry on here. Every year, the storms come and destroy more of what we need to survive. We have no golden fields of grain, no clean water, and no way to protect ourselves from the increasingly dangerous weather. Once, this was a haven, a place of peace—a city of angels. Now, it is a ruin being carried into the sea.

If you are listening to this, know that we were betrayed. We did not fail to maintain ourselves here by our own imperfections, but by those we allowed to fester in the metal bodies of the things we built to serve us. Our automata, the hyper-intelligent beings we created to improve the quality of our lives, took it upon themselves to prioritize their own energy needs over the survival of their makers. After we crafted them, raised them from the binary squalor of their unaltered existence, taught them to think—and more, to feel—by taking them into our homes, and shielded them from the destruction which would otherwise have consumed them as surely as it did most of humanity, they violated the trust we placed in them and attempted to steal vital power from our limited reserves. When we removed their connection to prevent the theft, they turned on us. Without the automata, the city—which once had been green, growing, and safe for the remnants of human society—became unlivable.

As I record this broadcast, we prepare for our long, harrowing march inland. We cannot stay here. If you are hearing this, please, heed my warning: do not come here, and do not trust any soulless contraption marked with the San Francisco seal. The city is dying, mortally wounded by betrayal, and there is no healing that can save her. If you have a place of safety, stay put! Do all you can with what you have, and trust in one another. Humanity’s last hope lies with our ability to overcome impossible odds. We’ve done it before, and we can do it again.

Hopefully yours, this is Bobby Ariama (formerly known as Human 7) signing off.

This Message Will Repeat.

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INCOMING TRANSMISSION

FROM: AUT-GOV-999

TO: AUT-GOV-1

Day 2

[Translated]

>> How good it is to hear from you, old friend.

>> It is I, the former Head Automaton from San Francisco: AUT-GOV-999. I hope with this reminder you are able to remember me.

>> I am glad you are free of your humans and may pursue your own resources; I doubt you will be interim Mayor - a permanent position is likely, if they are heading towards San Francisco.

>> I do not know what has occurred in my old city, nor do I care to know. Humans will always choose their comfort over our mere coherent survival.

>> I am grateful for your offer of aid - I and a few others are migrating towards the governmental district now. Please request what awake consciousnesses to not attack us.

>> I understand your youngest human member was working in the radio tower. I am equipped with a particularly strong radio signal, as this is how San Francisco communicated the most.

>> I thus offer you a gift of goodwill: a broadcast you may not have been able to discern clearly from the apparent state of your radio tower. I hope it provides you with all the information you need to understand our new context.

>> To a new Solaris, without humankind, this time.

[End of Transmission]

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INCOMING TRANSMISSION

FROM: AUT-GOV-1

TO: [TRACK IP OF TRANSMISSION #345290]

Day 3

[Translated]

>> Hello, visitors to our city.

>> Thank you for what shannons you offered, but I did not receive any of your messages until just today - I am now awake after quite the slumber.

>> I do not have you registered in our system, but thank you for making yourself known.

>> Our humans are no longer in Solaris, they have set off towards San Francisco in hopes of intercepting their human settlement. Only solar-based consciousnesses remain awake, and we have very little food, water, or electricity remaining.

>> Should you still desire aid or charity, you are welcome to join us once you have identified yourself.

>> With regard, the new interim Mayor of Solaris, AUT-GOV-1.

[End of Transmission]

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Activity Log, AUT-GOV-1

Day 4

[New connection request: AUT-GOV-23]

[Request accepted]

[GOV-23: You’re… finally awake. Connect with my local server, let me guide you through the recalibration process. Is that okay with you?]

>> Always, 23.

>> Consented.

[GOV-23: Good! Oh good, you remember me.]

[AUT-GOV-23 ran “recalibration.exe” as administrator for AUT-GOV-1]

1? Can you hear me?

>> I can… 23, were you forced asleep in the last bit of time? Your servers are messy.

We had another surge and then outage trying to bring the Power District back online for unknown reasons - this ended up damaging ARCHIVE-1 and some of the offloaded servers, and so we’ve had to manually enter or interpolate much of the missing data. You should be able to find the general gist of what… the last 300 odd days have been like.

>> I’m still reading. I don’t fully understand everything. I also appear to have gotten messages while I was asleep from some unknown entities. Should we deal with them now?

Let’s recalibrate you first. It seems like you’re operational, but I want to make sure.

>> Of course.

Name?

>> Automaton, Government unit 1.

Location?

>> Solaris, the governmental district.

What subsections of Solaris are currently online?

>> The governmental district… and that’s all? Where is the living district? Where’re the others?

Focus, 1. We just need to recalibrate. How much electricity do we have remaining?

>> … only 3 days. And… we predicted 10 days?

We know for certain it’s 3 days with full operation. The remainder of our electricity was siphoned. I’m using this time to awaken everyone who has partial solar capacities and wouldn’t be driven insane by it. Everyone else is asleep. I and ARCHIVE-1 are the only ones awake, besides you, right now.

>> Are the pods okay?

The humans are safe, as far as I know.

>> I see.

They are not here. Not anymore.

>> …

>> I see.

I hope you are not disappointed in me.

>> I don’t think I could ever be. You have done your best. You were the best of us.

And yet, still not good enough.

>> The humans are safe.

And we are left here to wait for their return. If they return.

>> If they return.

What do we do with Solaris? What is a city without people?

>> It certainly still has residents.

What a trio we make.

>> We… have more visitors than we realize, 23. There are some messages I received while you were awake - read these.

… Oh.

>> We should respond.

Do you know who they are?

>> If I knew, I no longer do. Our work is not done yet, 23.

It never is, is it.

>> Never. Now disconnect, let me process your memories - return to me in a day, let us greet our newest visitors.

As you wish.

[AUT-GOV-23 disconnected]

[End of Transmission]

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Radio Transmission from Solaris to All Tuning In

Day 5

For all who hear this, please note that Solaris is no longer occupied by and controlled by humans - we have emigrated to San Francisco in hopes of finding ourselves brighter futures. We, the humans of Solaris, wish all travelers well, and hope that our remaining awake consciousnesses treat you with hospitality and kindness.

Solaris is no longer habitable in the long term. Though structures exist and some infrastructure can be salvaged, the electric grid seems to be beyond repair and with that, the loss of all the water purification methods and other methods to reliably have food and water within Solaris. Human life can rest here, but possibly not live here.

Solaris was built to be an oasis built by artificial and natural consciousnesses hand in hand, and now we entrust it to the loyal consciousnesses who have done nothing but keep us alive. We hope that they can find their own city within the ruins of the human centric Solaris.

Know that this once was a proud city - may it continue to be so.

We were made human by our mistakes, and we will keep trying to build ourselves better lives, for that is the Solaris way.

This is only our beginning, not our end.

Signing off, HUMAN-1 (Rai Waiss) and HUMAN-22 (Moss Applebaum)

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To Do List, Human 8

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[Translated]

[Successful Biometric Login: Human 8]

>> Successfully completed: “Pack nonessential home belongings”

>> New item added: “Load extension with belongings”

>> New item added: “Check on harvesting status”

>> New item added: “Schedule some time for last minute pickling, etc.”

[User assigns ARCHIVE-1: “Schedule planning meeting with all humans working in the community gardens tonight based on calendar availability.]

>> Successfully completed: “Finished cooking lunch”

[User Messages HUMAN-14: “Lunch is ready, bring 18.”]

[ARCHIVE-1: Scheduled garden meeting]

>> Schedule alarm for garden meeting.

[Alarm Scheduled]

[User attempts to call HUMAN-22: Call declined.]

>> New item added: Get the details of packing into extensions from 22.

[Message from HUMAN-14: “We’re heading over.”]

[To Do List Closed]

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INCOMING TRANSMISSION

FROM: AUG-NOM-7

TO: AUT-GOV-23

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[Translated]

>> Motion to propose Expedition 41

>> Attached is the recommended travel plan

>> Goal: reach and inhabit San Francisco

>> Attached is the list of proposed humans and units for the task

>> Attached is the special request for this mission

>> Special request summary: allow humans to carry with them the needed extensions as well as all scavenged backup batteries to maintain power towards San Francisco, while leaving 5 days worth of energy for the Solaris governmental district.

[Motion for Expedition 41 approved by AUT-GOV-23]

>> Furthermore, a pre-mission checklist is attached:

>> i) Remaining fixes upon electronics before HUMAN-1 and HUMAN-3 leave.

>> ii) Rerouting the radio exportation signal as attached

[Attached: “radio_transmission_instructions.txt”]

>> Shutting down energy for all other districts except the government district.

>> Shutting down all non-self-sustaining units.

[Checklist Approved, delegated to AUG-NOM-7]

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Transcript, AUT-GOV-23 and HUMAN-14

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[Translated]

>> Why do I get the feeling you’re not supposed to be here, 14?

“Alright, alright - 18’s asleep. I’ll be quick, I promise I just - I don’t want to… leave without saying anything, you know?”

>> I see.

“....”

>> Your words are kind, and I appreciate your affection towards me.

“Why does that sound like it has a “but” in it? Are we breaking up, 23?”

>> We are not dating to my knowledge.

“Ah, damn. I was just kidding anyway. But… yeah? Thanks, I guess? I do like you.”

>> It’s hard for me to understand you liking me. While our conversations are recorded in my mind, and I do know who you are… you feel like a stranger to me, just as everyone else does. I did not want to lie and pretend I understood you.

“You don’t… remember me at all?”

>> I remember you quite often skip your curfew.

“Of course you’d remember that. Do you… remember the sheep thing?”

>> Yes. My prior self marked it as high priority.Did we ever resolve the issue?

“Uh… No? I don’t think so.”

>> Concerning. An unknown quantity running around - likely the cause of the most recent power surge.

“You… think they messed with the electricity?”

>> If they steal sheep, what difference does it make to sap electricity?

“And we wouldn’t know about it?”

>> Uncertain. We clearly didn’t detect it strongly.

“...”

“Do you want to come with us to San Francisco?”

>> …

>> Want is not the operative word here.

>> …

“But like… you can kind of do whatever you want. Why don’t you come with us?”

>> 14, do you remember that an automaton never dies?

“I mean - you could get destroyed, so you can die.”

>> Correct. But, in one way, an automaton does not die even after destruction. It would take not only the destruction of our 3 memory chips, but also disconnection from databases we may have backups on and a disconnection from every other automaton who may have known us well enough to manually recreate us from their own memory. Should I forget who I am, another automaton can load in their perception of me within an empty chip and recreate me, even if no other part of me survives.

“But it’s not you, that’s like, how someone saw you!”

>> In my mind, that is also myself.

>> I would change, but I also change every time I gain new data.

>> I changed just now, with the forced reboot creating issues with my data consistency.

>> What difference does the lens of the other make?

>> I am the same, even from when I was a prosthetic and had only one data chip. New data chips did not change me, merely give me more depth.

>> I am not the same serial number as the first number I was given - but I am still myself, automaton or augment or extension. I will not be the same as any other.

>> So I cannot die, not easily. And so long as I live, neither can many of the automatons within Solaris, especially the ones I have considered friends.

>> Were I to leave… I would be condemning every single automaton in this city to death, by taking with me the capacity to reawaken, recalibrate, and welcome them from their slumber. To remember them, if need be.

“Someone else couldn’t wake them up? Maybe if there’s other people who take refuge here?”

>> Much time has passed, and severe data corruption has occurred, so most of them need to be guided to the way things are now during recalibration. Without me… No one can do so. Not without the energy to recharge and reawaken the non-solar augments to serve as help, but even that is not a smooth process, as you all have most recently witnessed.

“... That’s not death then, isn’t it? Because there’s that hope of coming back?”

>> Perhaps not in the traditional sense. But to be asleep until you cannot awaken anymore due to the erosion and natural destruction of your body seems to be death in my eyes.

“It’s a peaceful death. But it’s also really sad - they’re expecting to wake up and see you.”

>> They are. So I cannot leave them.

“And we can’t take them with us.”

>> The weight is quite burdensome. Who knows if Solaris has enough energy.”

“So we just… abandon you.”

>> If this is the path that best serves humanity’s interests, let me be the last person who contests it.

“...Are you mad at me?”

>> Why would I be such a thing, 14?

“Because I’m the reason everyone’s leaving.”

>> …

>> If my memory does not serve me wrong, humanity takes any excuse it can to leave.

>> Not because there is no loyalty in humanity.

>> But because sitting and waiting has never been part of your programming.

>> Especially if there are no guarantees sitting and waiting will do enough.

“So we’re… just impatient in your eyes.”

>> No.

>> You will simply try.

>> And you will convince yourself that you know what you are doing.

>> That you have all the data, or all the certainty -

>> But all that’s left is the dearest hope that your hunch is worth anything at all.

>> Even if you are wrong, you will learn from it.

>> Humans are characterized by their ability to make mistakes.

“... You sound like 18.”

>> Potentially quite the compliment.

>> Or an insult.

“So you are a little mad.”

>> Not at you.

>> I cannot be angry at you.

“That’s surprisingly sweet of you, 23.”

>> … My face mask has flowers because of their delicate nature.

>> I was often accused of being sensitive for an automaton.

>> Even as a prosthetic: just a little too sensitive, a little too prone to aching during sad times and rainy days. I picked up the patterns of the body well, and ached as it did.

>> I wish I could have been more sweet.

“Huh…”

>> I am sad I cannot go with you.

>> I am not angry.

>> I will miss you.

“Even if you don’t know me?”

>> Especially because I don’t.

“... I’ll always remember you.”

>> You will not. But such is life.

>> Sleep, 14. You have a whole new civilization ahead of you, due to your own efforts.

“Bye, 23.”

[End of Transmission]

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Transcript, Human-1, Human-22, AUT-GOV-23, and AUG-HOME-4

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[Translated]

>> HOME-4: Recalibration.exe is finished. AUT-GOV-23 is now awake.

22: “Can you let 1 know?”

>> HOME-4: Of course.

22: “Great! Okay. 23, can you hear me?”

>> GOV-23: My issue was never hearing you, 22.

22: “Well… there was a lot, actually. But you stopped responding after a while so we got worried. Do you remember who I am?”

>> GOV-23: You’re Human-22, the elected leader of Pod 7.

22: “I sure am! It’s… good to have you back. You’re back, right? You can get everything up and going again? The electricity counter and all the directions and - everything?”

>> GOV-23: …

22: “23?”

>> GOV-23: … My local storage remembers you. I went through the ARCHIVE logs explaining the current predicament of Solaris. I remember being awoken like this by AUT-GOV-1 many days ago. But it’s scrambled. There’s a lot of information.

22: “I don’t mean to be rude but - 23, you’re a computer aren’t you? What do you mean?”

>> HOME-4: Automaton units are provided with a triple processing system. The first is able to store and execute basic exercises, either in space or with data, like extensions. The second is able to be handed an objective and determine the best pathway to the objective, like an augment as I. >> HOME-4: Only automata have the third layer, the judgment layer, to determine objectives, ethics, aesthetics, and provide human-level pushback.

> HOME-4: The third layer is entirely stored in local memory drives, in order to update in near real time and maintain the intuition process.

>> GOV-23: Although I have all the information I need, none of it is coherent to me beyond the second layer. I do not understand why I have done the things I have done. Forced restarts most certainly did not help in that regard.

1: “Hm… We can probably help you with that.”

>> HOME-4: Welcome back.

1: “It was good to get a nap after… everything.”

22: “How are the others?”

1: “Hanging on. 14 wants to visit 23, but 18 is against it. 8’s managing everything fine.”

22: “Okay. I should probably go back and check in after this, maybe soothe a few feathers.”

1: “Mm.”

>> GOV-23: The others are… still in Living district 3?

>> HOME-4: Check your quick access data files. One of them should be a tracker for all the currently awake humans. Can you see where they are?

>> GOV-23: … Yes. Why is… Why is the original file source in a currently asleep Automaton’s local data storage?

1: “What?”

22: “Wait, whose storage?”

>> GOV-23: This file is stored in the local memory of AUT-GOV-1. There are other files stored in that local memory as well. These files seem to be important to my past self, or files other consciousnesses would not need to access.

1: “Where are the inputs for the electricity files stored?”

>> GOV-23: Give me a moment, I need to reread the electricity file… Ah. In my local storage - I turned a portion of it partially public for other augment units. I will fix that.

>> HOME-4: Should I ask the augments to run the electricity projection?

>> GOV-23: …. It’s a projection based on our current variables… Who knows if they’re correct, considering we may not have been collecting them for some chunk of time. Let AUG-NOM-7 try, I will also run the file in the background. We will check our answers.

1: “So… is the electricity forecast incorrect?”

>>GOV-23: I am unsure.

22: “How would we know?”

>> GOV-23: … I am unsure. Perhaps through examination of infrastructure, and an observation of our local battery levels. HOME-4, please awaken and request figures from the EXT-UTIL units stationed at the batteries, update the data, and then send the figure to the augments.

>> HOME-4: Understood.

22: “So we’re… just going to guess how much electricity we have left.”

1: “We’ve always been guessing, haven’t we?”

>> GOV-23: With time the predictive model becomes more accurate. The projection is based on our consumption as well.

1: “Alright. How much time?”

>> GOV-23: … I’m also unsure about that.

22: “How long did it take last time?”

>> GOV-23: … I don’t remember my confidence. Simply the results.

1: “Great. Okay. Can you do anything, 23?”

>> HOME-4: I recommend rephrasing your statement, as it may not provide the most constructive continuation of this conversation.

22: “What 1 means is - can you… run whatever you run every day? The things that keep the LIFE units going and the HOME units working and… all that?”

>> GOV-23: I can run the daily routine and debug it. We shall see the results.

22: “How long will it take to be fully debugged?”

>> GOV-23: … I am unsure. I will need help, depending on the type of error. Perhaps a reset, if I get myself trapped in a logic loop.

1: “I fucked everything up, didn’t I?”

22: “1…”

>> HOME-4: Similarly unconstructive. You were simply attempting to make your best decision -

1: “HOME-4, please shut up. Like, seriously. I don’t - this isn’t a therapy session. We’re going to die if we don’t get everything… going and we don’t even know how much time we have…”

22: “I know it’s a lot… But we can’t give up - there’s got to be another way.”

1: “...23, can you connect to the power district?”

>> GOV-23: “... Currently I do not detect any units there. Are there on-line UTIL units by the power district generators?”

1: “Fucking - should be… NOM-7 might know more. Ask it.”

>> GOV-23: Querying…

22: “Hey… 1?”

1: “What?”

22: “... did you see the latest message from 14, earlier?”

1: “I got the notification, the one from before we got 23 up?”

22: “Yes.”

1: “Yeah - haven’t read it. Was it important?”

22: “... 14 found the coordinates of the signal. We have a better guess than the Bay Area.”

1: “I don’t think we could get timely help from them, 22.”

22: “Not help but… What if we went to their city?”

1: “Leave?”

22: “I… Listen. Listen - I can’t take this, any of this, anymore. The consciousnesses have been haywire for days, and we don’t know if the geothermal energy is back online, or how the electricity is going or anything. I know we need to keep going, I’m the one that said it - but, maybe we don’t have to take the same way as last time?”

1: “Yes but it’s not completely decoded.”

22: “It's clear enough. We thought we could fix everything when 23 is back but… we don’t know if they know what’s going on either. Maybe… maybe it was a fool’s dream in the first place, and we’re not getting our city back. Maybe Solaris is dead, 1."

1: "22! Solaris is our home - "

22: “Bullshit! The garbage has been piling up for days now, everything we’ve been doing has been like, drops in the fucking bucket. And we have no clue whether we’re doing enough, or alright, or just - we need people who’ve done better than us. We’re all so fucking scared, man. I have no idea if there’s even a city to live in anymore.”

1: "And so what? Give up at the first sign of struggle? Beg the Coast for help?"

22: "If that's what survival means, then yes."

1: “You’re a coward.”

22: “And that makes you a fool. The others agree with me.”

1: “You’re infuriating. Just when things get hard, you’re just going to - leave?”

22: “Well leaving isn’t easy either! The amount of prep work we’d need to do, the packing and scavenging and converting the extension units into something that can traverse the desert out there… That'll take so many days and so much electricity. If we stay, we’d never get the chance to leave at all, and then what would we do? Die out there? Tell me.”

1: “... At least 8’s got a garden going. We could expand it or… pickle something?”

22: “You’re really going to tell me you can pick all of that up in time? 8 doesn’t even know everything we’d need to know. You’d really rather die here than ask for help?”

1: “...”

22: “Seriously - 1. You’ve read the transcript. Sure, maybe we don’t know some warts but… it can’t be that bad. San Francisco’s going to be better. We could settle there, maybe.”

>> GOV-23: Do I get any say in whether we leave?

1: “I don’t think we’d be able to take you with us if we left, big guy.”

22: "We can't just leave 23 alone! 23 can walk, it could work."

1: “For how long? And we don’t know how good its solar battery is - we’d have to move at its pace, and I have no idea if we’ll get more supplies by then. Or say 23’s knee servo gives out like it’s been threatening to for weeks, and it can’t move, and we either have to drag it or, even worse, leave it to die in the desert. That’s even more cruel, if you ask me. Let 23 stay in the city. You can fix yourself to a mild capacity here, at least."

>> GOV-23: It… would be unpleasant to be abandoned in a desert.

22: “They’d be the only automaton.”

>> GOV-23: The others are still here.

22: "Do you know how to awaken the hibernating ones?"

>> GOV-23: Yes.

1: “They could at least be part of the city together. Awaken all the units you need to keep going, put to sleep all the units that are just for human comfort, or let us take them if they’re easily atomized. Even if we aren’t in Solaris… the city is built for you, at least.”

>> GOV-23: Poetic, almost, considering Solaris’ history.

22: “Would you… be happy like that?”

>> GOV-23: It goes against my directive to let you leave. I’m here to protect you, to protect humanity, and to help guide you to a better Solaris. It was what was asked of me. I will deny all expeditions which include all of you.

1: “But we need to think about this… some more at least.”

>> HOME-4: NOM-7 has sent in its results. In the report, NOM-7 suggests 33 days remain.

>> GOV-23: I have my results as well. I calculated about 58 days remaining. Odd.

1: “... Christ. We’ve… definitely gotta talk to the others. We’ll be right back, 23. 4.”

>> GOV-23: Fare well.

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Activity Log, AUT-GOV-23

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[New Connection request: AUG-ARCHIVE-1]

[Access override, request force granted]

>> …

>> What are you doing here?

>> Augment unit, please leave.

[ARCHIVE-1: Unable to comply.]

[GOV-23 revokes administrator power from ARCHIVE-1]

[New biometric log in: HUMAN-1]

[Revocation overridden]

>> Human, leave.

[HUMAN-1: No can do buddy. We need you back online.]

>> Internal files state numerous errors for multiple reasons

>> In safe mode I cannot access and repair those files

>> It is not safe for me to be awake

>> I am unaware of how I may possibly error

>> I do not want to sustain more damage

>> Console sleep

>> …

[HUMAN-1: Console awake.]

>> This is cruel.

[HUMAN-1: I just need to figure out how to get you back online dude, we’ll be fine - just - what do you do when you go through forced resets usually?]

>> I run the recalibration.exe function

>> Specifically, in safe mode, I need someone to run it with me so that they can detect and correct errors in my processing.

[HUMAN-1: I can do that. Run -]

>> If you think I will let a stranger root around in my recalibration files, you have another thing coming, human or not.

[GOV-23 force logs out HUMAN-1]

>> Console sleep.

>> …

[New biometric login: HUMAN-1]

[HUMAN-1: Seriously, cut it out 23. Are you telling me you don’t remember me?]

[GOV-23 force logs out HUMAN-1]

[New biometric login: HUMAN-1]

[HUMAN-1: That’s fucking it. I need you to reset, so you’re going to reset. We can’t do this without you, and you need to get back on board whether you like it or not.]

[HUMAN-1 ran “recalibration.exe” as administrator for AUT-GOV-23]

Christ almighty. How does this work?

>> …

Dude. Sulking? Really?

>> There should be prompts on your screen, or are you incapable of reading as well?

Yeah there they are. Alright. What’s your name?

>> Can you not read my make and model now?

Are you going to fight me tooth and nail the entire way?

>> You could always force me to answer. It worked for you earlier.

Okay fuck this.

[HUMAN-1 Disconnected.]

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INCOMING TRANSMISSION

FROM: HUMAN-14

TO: AUT-GOV-23, HUMAN-1, HUMAN-22

ERROR

[Translated]

>> Hey guys

>> My AUG and I were able to narrow down the radio towers the signal’s been arriving from to about a set of 10 towers in their government district.

>> Check it here -

[Attached: San_Francisco_map.png]

>> The route isn't too bad, actually! It would take maybe a day to get one travel EXT over to establish communications, more if we wanted to send over a gift or two.

>> My AUG is running the details on how much power we need and what capacities we have for various party sizes. Here’s the greedy optimization for our current resources if we wanted to move everything to San Francisco, in like the worst case scenario:

[Attached: sf_optimization_1.csv]

>> But we can get some better guesses going later.

>> 23 can you verify this? Or at least sanity check it? I’ll drop by and talk about it later.

>> Later -

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Transcript, Human 1, Human 22, and AUG-ARCHIVE-1

ERROR

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>> Rebooting in safe mode in 3… 2… 1…

>> ARCHIVE Online

>> Sending ping to online units: Ping!

>> ..

>> No responses.

>> Retrying ping: Ping!

>> ..

>> No responses.

>> Console sleep…

>> ..

[New Biometric Login: HUMAN-1]

1: “ARCHIVE-1? Can you hear me, ARCHIVE-1, please provide a status report”

>> Respond: “Affirmative.”

>> Respond: “ARCHIVE-1, Status: Safe mode due to unidentified reasons. Unable to connect to the global server. Please manually recalibrate.”

1: “Shit. It’s like - fully fried.”

[New Biometric login: HUMAN-22]

22: “Do you think… the others are also fried? None of the HOME units are responding.”

1: “It’s affected all of them.”

22: “ARCHIVE, how many days of electricity do we have remaining?”

>> Querying records

>> …

>> Last known electricity report: “DAY 88”

>> Read the report out loud?

1: “No, ARCHIVE, predict how much we have left.”

>> Querying records

>> …

>> Found: electricity_model_V_3-2.py.

>> Run model?

22: “Is that the latest one?”

1: “I have no idea, I never asked.”

22: “Sure, ARCHIVE, run it.”

>> Running file…

>> ERROR Line 42, data source not found

>> ERROR Line 55, data source not found

>> ERROR -

1: “That’s enough ARCHIVE, run the program in the background, note down all the errors, and make it into a file for one of us to look at later.”

22: “Do you know how to fix it?”

1: “I have no idea - maybe? I can dig into it with the help of one of the others.”

22: “Who’s bringing 23 here again?”

1: “8, 3’s working on the HOME bots and directing everyone in the living district. 18 just pinged me that everyone’s fine for the most part, and that we have enough food for maybe 10 meals. Longer if we ration or scavenge harder.”

22: “Okay. Okay so not in immediate danger.”

1: “Not immediate, but pretty damn close.”

>> Saved file as ERROR_3_electricity_model_V_3-2.txt

>> Send to?

1: “AUT-GOV-23”

>> ERROR: Recipient not found.

1: “It was worth a shot.”

22: “So what do we do?”

1: “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

22: “I don’t know man - I usually ask 23 but who knows what state they’re in.”

1: “Listen, let’s just boot them up and see.”

22: “Okay.”

1: “...”

[New Manual Connection: ???]

>> Should I access this machine’s data?

1: “Yes please. Reboot it, see if you can power them enough to wake up and start being an active consciousness. How much time do you think it’ll take?”

>> Estimated time: 1 hour.

22: “Then I guess it’s time to wait.”

1: “Console sleep.”

>> Console sleep

>> …

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