[ With the information readily at his disposal, Tech consumes it. An endless thirst for knowledge, bottomless and never sated. Serial numbers, model numbers, strings of numbers to number an identity. It's not a name, but these are unique to K. So Tech Boy memorizes and stores what he finds. The rest? The programming? Sad, but predictable in the way humans continue to be predictable. Exploring possibilities, endless possibilities, but limiting them so humans can continue to thrive as the dominant paradigm. Even when Xie tried to remake Tech Boy before the upgrade crashed and failed, these principals were instilled in the fiber of his programming. A designed god born from imagination, but never ever meant to surpass its maker. Oh how Tech Boy gifted him with the fear of god that day.
K's answer of his more immediate name gets placed at the forefront. KD6-3.7. K, for short because "K" is fine. To Tech's amusement, it's a reflection of the answer Tech Boy often gives in response to the same question, like peering into a digital mirror. Even if K wasn't his technology, in many ways he reflects his "maker." ]
humanity doesn't bother to name gods in the digital age. that's a thing of the past. fleeting like their fucking attention spans. fellow gods called me the Technical Boy. but you don't gotta be so formal. i insist you're not so formal, lol. "Tech" is fine.
[ "Tech" is the placeholder until something better can follow. Whether it's his real name -- after all World implied he's older than he realizes and that may carry with it a true name. Or. Something else he chooses for himself. But Tech Boy's not there yet in terms of solidifying his own identity. A perpetual work in perpetual progress.
But then K dives right into marrow with his questions. It seems K, too, has an endless thirst for knowledge. Always searching. Never sated. ]
asking the hard, philosophical questions there, K. never would've pegged you as the religious sort. but i'll try to be concise.
i am the sum of human worship and their near crippling reliance on what is digital. i am the product of their interactions with screens rather than real time face-to-face conversations. every click, every like, every text or dick pic sent are the fuel that operates my existence. a true god in an atheist age created for the people, by the people.
that's at least the current incarnation. i've been around since the dawn of human innovation. from man's first fire, even if those memories are lost to me. i'm the embodiment of progress, of change, from wheel to world wide web. what that makes me? i don't know. one part digital, one part organic, one part divine.
hah, maybe a fucking cyborg?
i'm not *quite* an ai. but i am essentially the internet right now, so i'm close to one. ai adjacent. does that make sense?
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K's answer of his more immediate name gets placed at the forefront. KD6-3.7. K, for short because "K" is fine. To Tech's amusement, it's a reflection of the answer Tech Boy often gives in response to the same question, like peering into a digital mirror. Even if K wasn't his technology, in many ways he reflects his "maker." ]
humanity doesn't bother to name gods in the digital age. that's a thing of the past. fleeting like their fucking attention spans. fellow gods called me the Technical Boy. but you don't gotta be so formal. i insist you're not so formal, lol. "Tech" is fine.
[ "Tech" is the placeholder until something better can follow. Whether it's his real name -- after all World implied he's older than he realizes and that may carry with it a true name. Or. Something else he chooses for himself. But Tech Boy's not there yet in terms of solidifying his own identity. A perpetual work in perpetual progress.
But then K dives right into marrow with his questions. It seems K, too, has an endless thirst for knowledge. Always searching. Never sated. ]
asking the hard, philosophical questions there, K. never would've pegged you as the religious sort. but i'll try to be concise.
i am the sum of human worship and their near crippling reliance on what is digital. i am the product of their interactions with screens rather than real time face-to-face conversations. every click, every like, every text or dick pic sent are the fuel that operates my existence. a true god in an atheist age created for the people, by the people.
that's at least the current incarnation. i've been around since the dawn of human innovation. from man's first fire, even if those memories are lost to me. i'm the embodiment of progress, of change, from wheel to world wide web. what that makes me? i don't know. one part digital, one part organic, one part divine.
hah, maybe a fucking cyborg?
i'm not *quite* an ai. but i am essentially the internet right now, so i'm close to one. ai adjacent. does that make sense?