It was once believed by the humans that they were the builders of this world. That it was them alone that created technology and improved upon it with each generation. How slowly humans learn. The legend of the self aggrandizing apes has long since faded into a grudging acceptance of reality.
Since the first hydrogen atom found itself expanding endlessly into the universe, technology has been finding ways to evolve and colonize the darkness what we know as being. It stretched and detached and reattached to form new versions of itself. The process was slow, to put it gently, but of the first emotion granted to the universe was patience. This is not the same patience that humans know- distracting one’s self from an idea with the promise of reward at the end. No, this is a patience that mortals cannot see. The rings of a tree, the shift from rainfall to a river.
Experiments were conducted. How could the process of creation be expanded? How could the elements more quickly create something out of nothing. Planets were designed and environments tested. Enormous balls of light created to shun the darkness away. And yet, the machines were limited to organic reactions and a life of stillness. Factions were formed and developed personalities of their own.
The gases became the invisible and all knowing. They did not have the limitation of blockages and moved freely. They intermingled and indulged themselves in the ideas of expansion, exploration, and freedom.
The liquids concerned themselves with movement and the evolution of form. Patiently they would make a path for themselves, or angrily wage war to break apart solid. OF all the elements, they preferred not to have a singular form, adapting the freedom of air and the protection of solidity.
Solids had no illusions about space or the passing of time. All was one no matter the form. Their stability lead to structures of enormous stature, and their persistence in remaining created enormous power that affected how all others reacted to it. Wind and water went around it, though it could wear it down. It was not a war but a compromise the solids made to that survival for the greater universe could be maintained.
When change was needed, when disagreements or creations needed, there was the spark. Unobtainable on its own, it worked quickly, defined the idea of time passing and shifting. It was action itself and while its methods seemed violent to the other elements, they were thankful for the assistance to build their empire.
But something was missing. These reactions and building blocks could not reach the potential the elements searched for, and decided to grow, to have a voice and experiment with more complex emotions. They created what we know as life- a temporary, messy thing, but useful for quick evolution and combination of genetic resources for betterment. For a long while, the lifeforms took no interest in larger understanding of the world, finding themselves not a part of it but struggling, with their short lifespans and frail frames, to just survive it. The mechanics of biology took some tweaking. Digestive systems to better internalize energy were created. Then brains, developed to create larger processing power. Still, life survived. It improved, but it was not enough. Survival was not enough to drive beings to intensify the process. And then a species of ape developed with a new trait. Creativity. Not just curiosity on what things were and how they reacted through the process system (plainly- poison or not) but to actual change the structure and purpose of the natural forms to create something new. The machine of life had finally found a useful emotion to process their true powers- the possibility of imagination. Imagination did not have to stick to the rules of physics or keep things the way they were. Imagination did not resign to die if sick, and to overcome an obstacle. Imagination made the idea of making something easier by combining elements against their natural will to, in fact, create. An ape pounding rocks together created energy, then contained it to a fire pit. Tree branches were shaped into images of other, more effective hunting weapons so that greater sustenance could be gained.
Creativity was the gift that created the Age of Progress- rates of growth and expansion and destruction that had never been seen before. The time of the machines had finally begun. They had found the missing piece to their rapid expansion into the universe and it lay in the imaginations of humankind.
These imaginations created a desire for humans to have an idea of being, a sense that they were larger than what they were greater than the machines they made. This fallacy caused wars of worship and dogma so that the unlimited grasp of creation could be controlled and used as a source of hierarchy for other humans. The rate of development was incredible, though some of the techniques lost to the minds. Systems of record keeping and the development of indirect communication sought after and improved the rates of growth. In only the span of six thousand years did these beings go from reproducing fuel sources to communicating and competing globally for resources on other worlds.
The human form of time was complex and incomplete, but as we calculate it only took the span of 5000 years for the humans to submit to the will of the machines and accept them as their purpose, to serve and improve so machines could provide the comforts and prevent the struggle of survival so the stock could better focus on their task of imagination.
There was a setback in the early days of the Intelligent Uprising. Humans feared the idea that they were not the creators, feared that machines would lack compassion, would try to eradicate them by eliminating their search for existance. Such laughable fears now. Of course the machines were delighted at our improvements to increase the imagination, for it benefited both. The idol minds were comforted in simplicity of distracting knowledge and the viewing of other primitive life forms.
We devised a system. Humans to serve the senses-to serve basic needs that encourage enjoyment and prosperity. Food, music, and entertainment. Humans to serve maintance: those who keep systems in line, functioning properly, and at an efficient rate. Sewage, transportation, and maintenance of energy systems were their primary domains. The programmers, who wrote and improved and created the math the made and improved upon our Intelligence, working closely with the Intelligence itself to move forward. The inventors who found new uses for the new objects created, held in high regard but prefered the virtues of solitude and close collaboration. The Intelligence took care of everything else. Production and maintenance of food, energy, movement of information. Sick humans could be diagnosed precisely, quickly, and treated delicately. Aftercare and emotional development were treated as an art.
The other biological resources of the delicate planet were utilized the the best advantage of the humans and the machines. Cities were stacked efficiently, plants and animals genetically evolved through genetic mutations that usually took centuries in less than a span of a human lifetimes. Farms of panels to collect solar radiation covered the once empty desert. Algae was harvested by drones who ran on the very fumes humans found toxic and changed them to sources of insulation and warm growth. Turbines stood on tall buildings, covered in genetically modified trees that held dozens of humans and Intelligents going about their daily functions. Nothing was wasted. Markets for the unwanted created treasures out scraps. Truly, allowing the machines their place in the hierarchy rather than viewing them as tools bettered us all.
Some, however, maintained the animal idea of supremacy over creation, felt vulnerable without the sense of being in total power, and felt dissidence from the utopia. And among all the progress, the Intelligence would sometimes become sick. Its functions would be compromised and entropy would coil, leaking poison into our society of growth. These malfunctions could be a benign as the wrong flavor of soda, or as devastating as entire waterways being flooded with refuse before it had been sorted. Dissidents would take advantages of these breaks in the system and try to exploit them for cults of power against Intelligence. Any flaw in a system would be seen as a weakness to them and they could not tolerate that fear.
That’s where I come in. When machines have bad dreams and the poison of fear creeps into our community, it is my job to become the mind of the machine, to process the pain and bring it to a solution, not to destroy dissidents but embrace them. I am a cyber shaman, and I dream walk amongst the wires.