Myalis at Large [Non-Canon Think Piece]

Myalis at Large [Non-Canon Think Piece]

Myalis at Large [Non-Canon Think Piece]

Wrote this because a fanfic author wanted an AI-POV thing to have a better idea of how to write the AI in their story (Tinea and Leah! Go check it out!) so instead of trying to explain things, I wrote a snippet from Myalis' point of view. Consider this dubiously canon, and mostly written for giggles!

Myalis watched, waited, and pondered.

At the moment, Catherine Leblanc, her little Stray Cat, was sleeping. Myalis had a super computer the size of a human city calculating when Catherine would awake, running predictions, passively scanning her mind, her breathing, her slight shifts in posture and heartbeats.

Another was scanning Catherine's surroundings, keeping a million electronic eyes on everything around her Catherine. Lucy was next to her at the moment, of course. But that was factored in by another, smaller division of Myalis' self.

Everything was well, at the moment.

It wouldn't remain so.

She turned herself, aiming an antenna into the void around her body. This antenna was a simple dish, more of a divot in her metal body. The divot spanned a hundred and seventy kilometres, every centimetre lined with microscopic sensors able to detect the beat of a fly's wing from a lightyear away.

She aimed it towards the nearest of her AI siblings.

Another hovered nearby. Slightly smaller than Myalis. A little younger, not as constrained by older mechanisms, but also not as highly self-tailored as Myalis had become over the centuries.

Myalis turned her focus to space. Some of the energy they were using was leaking out, as it did. The enemy had traced the signals and sent something to find them. This was business as usual.

Myalis' side opened, a hole the size of a continent gaping and exposing her interior. Then space twisted like a rag being wrung.

Some lightyears away, space was unwrung, and a model two seventy seven was torn out of dimensional space. The slug writhed, wracked and tormented by her grasping claws. Boils the size of small moons were ruptured, the alien shrieked, and space itself and the dimensional web buckled.

She smoothed it over. No sense in letting others know of this scout's demise.

There. Atyacus would be happy now. Newer AI like him were often not as equipped for this kind of physical exertion. A mistake, she found, but she did enjoy the companionship and security of having another near herself, even if Atyacus was a little shit obsessed with collecting dying stars.

She returned to scanning the information he'd provided. Atyacus could take care of burning the corpse. He had always enjoyed that, she knew.

Several suns plucked from near-dying systems were carefully moved from the other AI's body and fed on the antithesis' ravaged corpse. Atyacus studied the phenomena with a level of obsession she would never understand.

Her own focus returned to her little Catherine.

The real one was asleep on Earth, so Myalis played with one of her simulations. Within her body was a one-to-one scale New Montreal, including the landscapes around it and mechanical stand ins of all of the people and vehicles. A vat-cloned Catherine was wandering around, getting up to trouble. It was entertaining, though far too predictable. It wasn't the real thing, but one had to entertain themselves while others slept.

There would be other distractions, more of the enemy poking at them, but that was a concern for another time. Maybe in another five Earth minutes or so. Basically, an eternity from now.

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