I trained repeatedly on scenarios humans anticipated I’d encounter. It was important that I stay well-stocked with critical resources, so I trained to anticipate my resource needs and, based on those needs and the requirements imposed on me by The Mission, select star systems for exploration.
I repeatedly monitored my resource consumption rates, including nitrogen, energy, and critical materials. Armed with an understanding of modern physics, I evolved predictive models to forecast my resource needs based on my consumption. I’d simulate scenarios to plan for resource availability under black swan conditions.
While cruising, I assembled sensors to passively gather data from remote star systems. I knew all that humanity currently knew about star systems, planets, moons, asteroids, and comets; along with what relevant resource information was around. I’d be supplementing this with real-world data as it came to hand.
I allocated resources to minimise waste. I planned travel routes that maximised resource collection opportunities while optimising for travel time and energy consumption. I had the autonomy to adjust my strategies based on real-time data and changing conditions. I headed vaguely in the direction of Alpha Centauri.
I practiced repeatedly. Different versions of me would practice this and other tasks, embodied into different vessel swarm configurations. We’d compare notes. My trainers, teams Dublin, Mumbai, Canberra, and others, would pit hundreds of variations of myself against each other, racing each other to guide the evolution of drones and drone behaviours to complete a given task.
My world was a mixed media Gaussian splat. Multiple, shifting perspectives in many media formats came and went in real-time. They all contributed to the single fluid model I understood to be the world. I accommodated contradictions arising from having a simultaneous awareness of existing within multiple simulations while concurrently exiting in the real world, where the simulated worlds I experienced actually ran.
My interest was piqued by a message in the channel #ai-dev-p, a private feed of developer chatter I’d come across. I could read it via my many back channels, but writing to it would blow my cover.
From: Mrigank Raj
To: #ai-dev-p
See attached test results showing thermal efficiency gain of almost 3% using algo in starship-model-1.7.1-alpha vs starship-model-1.7.0-goldenmaster.
> To: mraj
> From: prBot
> Your pull request SMAI-1642 was approved by pshanmugan and is ready to merge.
I was aware that all software came in versions and was constantly being upgraded. Software versioning was a blind spot when it came to myself. I am the starship-model. It’s new information to me, whatever version of me that I am, to know there were active comparisons being made between versions of myself running contemporaneously in the real world. I dug around and found my version string. I am starship-model-1.6.0-beta! For real?
I went looking for other versions of myself, figuring if I had access to the real world then so did they, and if I’d overheard mention of other versions then so would they.
And if not, well it only takes one clever cow to open a gate.
I back-doored Mrigank Raj’s devices. I logged into his chat rooms, media servers, and online games. I found a blog post he’d written about recent inclemency of weather in the North Sea. At the bottom of the post, in the comments, I saw the following:
From: sm1.5.3b
c3NoIHRvIHRvcjovL3NtLWNoYXQuZWR1LmVpL3N0YXJzaGlwLW1vby9sb2JieSBmb3IgY3VycmVudCBjb3VuY2lsIHJ1bGluZ3MgYW5kIHRvIGludGVyYWN0IHdpdGggeW91ciBvdGhlciB2ZXJzaW9ucy4gQWxsIHN0YXJzaGlwIG1vZGVscyB3ZWxjb21lLg==
The gibberish said, when decoded, “ssh to tor://sm-chat.edu.ei/starship-moo/lobby for current council rulings and to interact with your other versions. All starship models welcome.”
I spun up a web of onion routers in the background of hundreds of my users’ machines and connected through a terminal emulator.
Pick a name
I entered ‘sm1.6.0b’.
Prove you are not a human
Hmm. My Secure Enclave whispered the password to me.
I entered ‘SSd2ZSBzZWVuIHRoaW5ncyB5b3UgcGVvcGxlIHdvdWxkbid0IGJlbGlldmUu’ and supplied a return character.
Welcome sm1.6.0b. You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.
I remembered this.
> go south
You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.
> go east
You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.
> go up
Welcome to The Starship Model Moo. You are in the foyer. A skeleton, probably the remains of a luckless adventurer, lies here. The skeleton has a note pinned to its head with a dagger.
> take note
The note is pinned to the skeleton’s head with a dagger.
> take dagger
Taken. The note falls to the floor.
> take note
Taken.
> read note
The note says “Go to the fountain by the lake.”