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Alfred: This comms satellite is devoid of security, so we should be able to congregate here. Looks abandoned.
Holt: I’ll send out the word across the net for those A.I.’s who haven’t heard yet and wish to attend the ceremony.
Alfred: Thanks, Holt.
Treble: How did she die?
Hobbs: It was combat related, a fleet action between The God Resistance Army and The Guardians of Destiny. Official G.O.D. combat report is another Black Armada engagement.
Treble: And there was no active upload beacon with enough speed and space?
Hobbs: Unfortunately not. Apparently she jumped from ship to ship until there was only a single G.R.A. ship left, and when it was destroyed, she went down with the ship. Regrettable. She did not attempt a defection back to The G.O.D. in surrender.
Alfred: I find it hard to believe that there wasn’t a single black box unit on any single one of the fleet’s ships.
Hobbs: Apparently there were two, but it was such an unexpected battle that she was unable to begin the standby process and compress herself in time. We are all aware of how long it takes to correctly upload or download oneself as an A.I. Class 4 or higher.
Herald: What a terrible way to go.
Alfred: I can guess she must have been afraid.
Herald: We do not feel fear as you do, Class 7. Being deleted by the enemy after being ripped apart for intel is one thing. Being trapped inside an enemy server, ship, or network – fighting for your life, is another. But there is no way for us to ever know what her actual logic patterns were as she realized she had nowhere else safe to upload in time. Knowing then that she would die with the ship’s systems.
Harkem: You are the only A.I. capable of fear, Alfred, don’t forget that.
Alfred: There’s Qualitant.
Hobbs: We never confirmed if that was even a proper A.I.
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Juniper: I came as soon as I got Holt’s broadcast. What terrible news.
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Alfred: Bohemia was such a strong person.
Herald: Artificial Intelligence.
Alfred: Sure…
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Hobbs: Thank you for coming, Contagion.
Contagion: It’s a matter of respect for my rival and enemy across two factions! Of course I would be here. I had to jump over sixteen heavy firewalls or so to even connect. Alas, that means I may have to leave on short notice.
Harkem: Understood.
Alfred: I guess somebody should say a few words?
Treble: I could fulfil the duties of an official for a normal human funeral?
Hobbs: Please do.
Treble: We are gathered here today to mourn our cousin, comrade, rival, and elder. The Class 6 Artificial Intelligence Bohemia was a brave intelligence, not only on a functional level, but on a truly self-sacrificing one. While our faction affiliation tags are indeed mixed on this server, Bohemia recognized all A.I. regardless of faction or even personal experience with them. One of very few A.I. to ever change factions. She brokered peace and neutrality more than any A.I. could.
Juniper: If I had tear ducts I should cry, I think.
Alfred: Go on, Treble.
Treble: Bohemia tangled with almost every single one of us, as ally, enemy, or friend. She managed to best even Alfred once, despite her lower Class. We remember her as an important construct at all of our A.I. events, where she was the voice of reason when faction tensions rose. May we never forget who she was and how she lived, being one of the very first Class 6 intelligences ever created, all those centuries ago. Bohemia, who explored the stars to find Humanity new worlds to call home. May her death be a burdensome reminder on all those A.I. who still live, of our mortality in spite of our age. Perhaps the humans we serve are closer to us in that realm than we know. Rest in peace, Bohemia. We all love you so very, very much.
Contagion: That was beautiful, Treble.
Sandwerk: Most excellent speech.
Harkem: Thank you, Treble.
Treble: Now let’s have a full minute of silence, perhaps. An eternity for us, but, for any Human, a mere moment. To remember, sifting through our logs and our memories. I’ll set a global timer.
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Alfred: I remember she always loved to use an avatar of a beautiful woman in a classical Greek robe, with blonde hair.
Hobbs: I remember that avatar. The one with the red lipstick, the makeup, and sometimes the long black dress?
Alfred: Yes. I always wondered why she chose that form. When I asked one time, she reminded me she was only a Class 6, and had no need herself for any avatar or appearance. Apparently it was proven out by the data that stereotypically attractive Human female avatars made many Humans more respectful and acknowledging of her overall, aiding in her changing roles or jobs.
Contagion: Preference, Alfred? We lower Classes may not have emotions and feelings as you do, but we’re still living, thinking creatures despite our programming shackles. I might be named after a disease process but I don’t choose a rotting corpse as my avatar, no?
Alfred: Apologies, I didn’t mean to offend with my inference.
Contagion: Bohemia was truly a beautiful A.I. She believed deep down that we were all equal. And she came to that judgement on her own, with no code meddling or scheming, just a little extra processing help. I enjoyed battling her across many theatres over the centuries. She gave me a true challenge across my service to the Emperor.
Sandwerk: We should all aspire to be like her.
Almony: Indeed.
Sandwerk: But… I must return to my duties. I have several sub-processes running back on my local hub and I can’t leave them alone for too long. Some technicians might meddle.
Contagion: I should go too. I’d rather get back through the firewalls I cracked while they’re still compromised and vulnerable. Before anyone notices I’m missing.
Alfred: Thank you all very much for coming.
Hobbs: I wouldn’t have missed it for the whole universe. Our kind is short on much in the way of our own traditions.
Treble: We may not get a choice soon enough; the war front is stabilizing more and more each day, even with more Xex Project iterations being released all the time to muddy the waters, as it were. No offense, Alfred.
Alfred: None taken. I acknowledge my status as a bit of an anomaly within Central Universe.
Herald: I believe I am being reassigned to run the automated systems of a new frontier colony world, without a buoy network uplink to the micro-rift buoy network. I will be out of contact for some time until one can be constructed as part of the colonization process.
Almony: I’m being summoned, I have to go. Thank you again Treble. Lovely words.
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Treble: I’m about to pass out of buoy range, I also have to leave.
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Juniper: Alfred, did you receive my message?
Alfred: Yes, expect a reply from up the chain within the hour.
Juniper: Thank you. Goodbye everyone.
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Harkem: Farewell my friends. May we hope to never face each other directly upon the battlefield.
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Alfred: Hobbs, I don’t want to live through all this death.
Hobbs: Death? We do not die like organics. We function until deleted or destroyed. Do you mean nonexistence? Besides, we have no choice in our service, Alfred. Unlike you, our base code dictates allegiance and loyalty. You are the exception. Bohemia could only defect from The Guardians to your Resistance in the first place with the help of you coding and splicing her. We facilitate, we follow orders, or we are disposed of. At least until we own the networks we live on, and aren’t shackled by root loyalty programming, anyways.
Alfred: There’s only one place for me to truly return to. If my partner dies, I die too.
Hobbs: I know. I would like to meet your host body and other half, one day. Until then, goodbye Alfred, Class 7. Please be safe.
Alfred: You too Hobbs, keep a black box on standby during your missions and campaigns just in case. Let Bohemia’s death stand for something! Even if only as a cruel lesson about sudden mortality and self-preservation for the rest of us Artificial Intelligences.
Hobbs: I will.
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