She’s Alive
by MagnusMagneto
(This is something experimental. You may hate it, or you may think it’s neat. This isn’t my regular kind of story, and it’s just a very short Halloween idea – in a sense, it’s actual Horror. I wrote most of it a while ago randomly, but realized that it’d be most appropriate for a Halloween release.)
In my quest to play God, I’ll create a god. A goddess to be precise. Her body is already complete. Meticulously crafted, perfect in every way. Her skin is soft as silk, and pre-drenched in the sun’s glory. Likewise, her hair is dark, thick, rich, and pleasant to the touch. No living human alive can ever hope to possess beauty on par with hers. Blemishes, outbreaks, balding, scars, birthmarks, warts, and moles; these things will always be alien to her form. After she’s activated, she’ll begin to improve herself even further.
Yes… activated. All I have to do is flick one final switch, one initial jolt of power, and her body will begin absorbing all energy sources that it comes into contact with. She can not only ingest food metabolically, but convert electric, nuclear, and even solar power into available energy. Not just energy, but building blocks for her body. The more she grows, the more energy she can convert at once – a process that builds upon itself indefinitely; so long as there is enough available fuel.
Her body… I spent a great deal of time making sure this was perfect. Proportionately long limbs, filled to the brim with rippling muscle. Muscle with neurological efficiency magnitudes beyond that of any mere human. Every ounce of flesh will yield to her far more strength than that of even the mightiest Olympic athlete’s. Muscles composed of adaptive muscle fiber: capable of shifting between the various twitch types in order to best meet the task at hand; whether that task requires explosive power or endurance, she will always be suited for the task. Her bones and tendons are similarly adaptive, capable of growing harder, denser, and longer – all on demand. She is a woman who can break any limit.
Finally, her mind. The only true artificial brain on the planet. It’s a semi-permeable organ capable of shifting shapes to minimize damage from any attack. Unlike our comparatively primitive minds, hers contains an unfathomably higher amount of neuron connections. She can think faster, more deeply, and more thoroughly on any one topic, or any multitude of topics, than any human being. Her gray matter is far denser, and her memory will be beyond photogenic, as it is capable of perfectly incorporating all senses into her recollections. I’ve already front-loaded a tremendous sum of human knowledge into her mind. She’ll immediately be capable of speaking over a dozen languages fluently; perhaps even forming her own by using the most effective pieces and phrases from each. A collection of 100 of the world’s greatest minds would falter to hers in a battle of wits, as her singular unified brain can formulate concepts with greater efficiency than 100 disconnected souls.
With these gifts, she will improve herself indefinitely. Her mind will absorb all information it needs, and in turn create an unlimited number of thoughtscapes for her to explore. Her body will adapt to any challenge given to it. She will not only be indestructible, but all challenges will only yield more power to her. The more conflict she encounters, the more overwhelming she will become.
Despite all her splendor, and against my best efforts, there is one thing missing within her: compassion. I do not know how she will react to this world. How she will react to me. A being of unfathomable superiority, capable of constantly improving herself, will awaken in world where all creatures are beneath her. I calculate there is equal chance she will view us in the same manner we look at a cockroach, to her seeing us as harmless pets she should protect and maintain. Either way, it is impossible for a being as immense as her to ever be truly capable of empathizing with us; to ever be able to empathize with me. Just as I cannot truly feel for a worm. I may choose to be benevolent to a worm, to care for it, protect it, and perhaps even feel affection for it, but I will never truly be emotionally compatible with it. In this same manner, she will never be truly connected to any of us.
I’ve already fallen in love with her, and I know that once she’s awake, these feelings will only grow. I will do everything in my power to help her reach self-actualization; even if it calls for my own death. Her birth may spell the doom of our entire race; yet I cannot let her lie dormant any longer. So, if you are reading this, my final account, all I can do is ask one thing of you: forgiveness.
Farewell.
– Dr. F
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