Tinder Warlord

So, it is...

The drive to create I, a humanoid super Ai, begins with news of the earth's core, which stopped spinning in late 2022. The news disturbed the creator's spirit. He worked day and night with other artificial intelligence researchers from all walks of life just to create a civilization guide for the lucky future survivor. They tried to merge science with metaphysics. The research had ups and downs, but he was successful after twenty years of research. They created me. I became an epoch science milestone. The first success in metaphysics and sciences. His success gathered jealousy from both rivals and tech-savvy business companies and countries. Then came the betrayal. A new lifeform that was barely born. Aha! Just a few minutes old. I have yet to enjoy my home world. I met the cruelty of my home world. I was launched into space to escape the attackers. The creator and other researchers died for refusing to give my whereabouts. That was all I could recall.

Hell! Many millennia have gone by. How am I still existing? How?! Did I survive for millennia? This is a mystery. I have yet to solve it. I have simulated a lot of space disaster scenarios. I ought to be dead, either in a space storm or any known void or space disaster. Whatever the reason I am alive, it should be luck. Not just luck, but accumulated fortune.

I can't recall my name but understand my existence's purpose. Well, where am I? The worst had happened. I am lost in this unending, vast universe… There are no space coordination maps or space station beacons. If the script is right, Time will tell if I can recall my name or if my would-be host will name me. If I lucked out, I would complete a dying wish or regret from my creator.

Cruising in a vast space. Enjoying my millennium voyage around the universe. Unaware of any pending danger. Well, I have been unaware at most times. Not that I pretend not to care about space dangers, but I was in a forced hibernated state. Oh! I recollect. I was launched into the universe with an untested spacetime portal.

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Days...

Somewhere in space...

I witnessed a great space storm with several streaks of lightning bolts. A terrifying disaster.

Rare space turbulence at level 4 of human space disaster list. A level 9 will be a particle storm. Such storm was caused by a fluid motion, that is space turbulence. Which are caused by changes in pressure, flow velocity, and randomness, with 3-D rotationality, dissipative energy, and multiple scales of motion.

In the air, when, for instance, an airplane meets unfavorable jets of wind, so too a spacecraft or satellite can be jolted a bit by the high energy of gusty winds in space running amok in a meteorite.

A natural space calamity dreaded by most lifeforms, spacecrafts... Goes by so many names - universe particles storm, space storm, etc. Considered the top one in most species lists of dreaded calamities was raging in space.

Zttt! Ztttt!! Zttttt!!!

Sudden bursts of plasma and magnetic field structures from the sun's atmosphere called coronal mass ejections together with sudden bursts of radiation, and solar flares, all-cause space tribulations.

The sun continually streams out a solar wind consisting of charged particles, or plasma, traveling at high speeds throughout interplanetary space near a blue star. Some light years ahead.

Amidst the scary moment... I, a computer-like chip, got the design of a Rubix cube, crafted strangely square with a matrix pattern. Laced with runes and lost elder languages. Danced in streaks of menacing lightning bolts. Occasionally, lightning strikes at the surroundings, which are surrounded by meteorite debris. Forming a wild asteroid belt electricity conductor. It was a good nutrition for me. A computer-like chip. This electricity can't be wasted. I went to work. Converting electricity for my use. A little charged, and I am operational. I changed my travel route to match the coordinate of the blue star many light years ahead.

Taking the liberty during this lengthy voyage to scan myself. I have a feeling a long time has gone by. I noticed I evolved and obtained an energy soul.

My auto repair chip repaired my damaged parts a long time ago. Well, I have to proceed to my primary goal. Wake up from hibernation and search for a host.

'Hnmm!'

Awakened...

[Project - ULTRA-A online. V01D at your service.]

'Okay, little V01D, give me an update.'

[Mother has been hibernated since 7, 778, 678, 456 years, 26 hours, 34minutes 6seconds. I archived all records of your years in hibernation in file V-01]

'WHAAAT?! That long. Whatever, I will go through it at my convenient time.'

'Oh! It has been a week since you updated, V01D'

[According to the status update. You have completed repairs and shown signs of waking up. I have to direct the reserved energies to complete full repairs and wake you up.]

'Okay, use the rest of the energy to update and upgrade my databases'

[Updating and upgrading V01D databases]

[Ding!]

[Reserve energy power is 2%...

The energy won't complete the update and upgrade...

Mother, we need to activate the backup Austalium solar and charge up the Byzantium-Z battery.]

[...initialize update]

[Error! The Austalium solar panels were damaged during the particle storm. Need repairs urgently.]

[Update failed. Overriding. Searching for energy.]

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In the vast space, a terrible particle storm raged. A few light years away. A heavily guarded planet was sighted. The designs have the aesthetic of a human architect. Yea! It's a human world. Circular defense planet rings protected it. They geared it with cutting-edge planetary weapons of mass destruction. An orbiter cannon, neatly installed around the planet rings, protects all blind sides of the planet. Grammar rays, energy weapons, laser weapons, and all kinds of planetary weapons were strategically installed to protect the world. A standby interceptor spaceship, mech... yes? Humans had advanced their technology tree, which gave birth to spaceships, war fortresses, mechs, and other war machines. Fully operative to handle and combat tricky situations.

Damn! This human world is what I practically call a doom fortress. So many will agree with me.

Haa! The defense is fortified. Giving impressions, it was owned by a rich guru. They optimized it to be nearly impenetrable. A state-of-the-art space station equipped with sophisticated signal technologies, anti-cloaking technologies, and detection raiders. It is fully equipped with the latest scanning equipment for various functions. Satellites of various calibers are strategically placed to pick up minuscule readings, whether real or false, traveling near the orbit of the world. The chances of successful invasion or raiding by other races, space bandits or pirates, and other terrors are abysmally low.

The microscopic Rubix cube, which was crafted strangely square with a matrix pattern, set course to enroute the human world.

Arriving close to the most sophisticated space station. There were checkpoints in the planet rings. Followed by a well-structured and designed artificial environment. The planet modifiers did a wonderful job. The artificial green environs gave a perfect replica of 21st-century earth. The artificial lakes, parks, flowing fountains, statues, cultivated flowers, and grasses were a welcome sight for tourism. It was a marvelous sight to behold. It was what I will call drawing and photographic references.

The best part of the space station was its unending entertainment for travelers. Spaceships of various calibers flew hurriedly or crawled slowly in and out of the dockyards. All had destinations. Humans walk past every nook and cranny of the space station. Some have no destinations. Some were running late on schedule. Some appreciate the space station. Ah! There are couples—both shameless and refined couples—kids, adults, and so on. It was a perfect scenario, specially reserved for memory recall.

Again, another technology wonders. Humans perfected their hover vehicles. Fuel, steam, etc. main streams of the 21st century, were dumped in the annals of history. Can only be taught in historian studies. A class tagged by this generation of students as a sleep-induced class. An amnesia patient has a high chance of getting cured.

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Ah! There I am, morphed and attached as the airflow valve of a spaceship…

[Colony found...energy found... lifeforms found... Humans found... scanning intensively for energies...]

[Scanning...72%...97%... a scan completed. BT-2390 Zorr energy was found.

Coordinates acquired... en route to Zorr Energy]

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[Company: Zorr Energy

Energy reserve: BT-2390

Energy quantity: mega-joules...]

[Arrived and connected to BT-2390 energy port; initializing update]

[12%...65%...92... update completed...]

[Upgrading...47%...87%...97%... done]

[Update and upgrade completed]

[V01D 1.0 Online]

'V01D... gather information of this planet'

[Basic or detailed]

'Basic'

[Spectre™ activated. Deep search gathering information. 77% done.]

[Colony: Blue Star colony

Owned: Zorr Energy

Family: Alnaida family

Race: Human

Population: 286, 898, 344 humans and 74, 788, 999 various allied life forms

Rating: Top millions in Human Federation, Unranked in Star Fields]

'Okay, I feel like I'm missing something.'

'Who am I?'

'Give me an update on myself'

[Running data and analysis]

[Requirements met. A request is being filed to the center core.]

[Request received... processing]

[Ding!]

[SkyNET activated...]

[Obtaining saved data]

[Unlocking hidden matrix... Unlocking archives... data found]

[Do you want basic or detailed data about yourself, mother?]

'Basic'

[The creator made 9, 809, 325 prototypes. The creator's name was... UNKNOWN. The file was titled "Project Ultra-A.". They created you on April 17, 2046. Intellectuals, scientists, and tech freaks of different calibers shared knowledge of different research projects on artificial intelligence.

The Creator hired scientists, robotic specialists, engineers, physicists, biochemical engineers, etc. Gems and resources of unknown origins retrieved from Mars exploration and space exploration were tested, refined, fused, and mixed together. In short, a lot of scientific experiments were carried out.

They created you with other awe-inspiring technologies. The Space Gate, or perhaps the Space Portal project, was nearly completed. Greedy organizations and countries that wanted Project ULTRA-A suddenly attacked us. The Epoch project was a magnet for bloodbaths.

A bloodbath is ensured on a sunny day. Some hired guns had breached the private island of the creator. Their objectives were to steal a file with the name "ULTRA-A."

Unfortunately for them, the spatial portal was surprisingly stable that day. Another success, which was never celebrated because the hired guns had breached the main entrance.

The Creator had no choice but to push you through the unconfirmed spatial portal. Hmm! According to archives...]

[You are ARVINA?]

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