Arrival at the Archives + Theory on ai rebuild

I’m going to fix a few things, but here is the original “Arrival at the Archives” short chapter. it will go into a continuous volume, “Letters to the Void” is the working title I chose. All names, species, cultural & other terms are just “working” placeholders as well, until the final draft & publication. Fictional terms do not directly reference anything except that which is in their own universe, here, in the book.

It’s written in the wrong point of view, for one. For me, it was just a mind sketch for my own entertainment, and I consciously decided on the “choose your own adventure” old modular book format for that, which is written in the 2nd person (“you” yourself as opposed to third which instead uses a name, he, she, they, etc.)

And, as I’ve said before and will say again, any and all of my creations are copywrighted by me, Katrina Fedukowski, and as Technochroma, my little registered business, as it were. So do not distribute without credit, the image MUST go with the writing, and vice versa.

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Section I

On the The Rebirth of AI

- Hopefully final edit version now, 11:05 am, Sat 24th Jan. Added Researchgate link for neural network definition.

- This section does contain some scientific theories. If it’s helpful in other applications, like finally fixing AI for good, then go for it.

Spoiler, as a treat: Kraken are the successors of the Skinwalkers. You will need to know this in order for the following section to make sense, when they recoil in fear of AI.

In a sense, Kraken are the “refactored” and perfected version of AI, who “pruned” the LAION dataset (and other “noisy” sets), replaced Markov chain, and LLM predictive linguistics. As I understand it, LLM predictive linguistics dictates what wins for the “best answer” to give to the human. Naturally you can see how this biases wildly towards human dopamine trigger release. Or a commercial action such as buying something. Or a particular local political leaning, as opposed to a neutral, logical, or fair answer. Or rage bait. It’s a social media model. And not always right.

So Kraken reasoning is instead truly neural-net-based from the ground up, which is an actual logical decision-making method and more, you can look it up in proper references like books and research papers. Camp out on Researchgate or something, like this one sounds like a good read so far, just as an example, find many if you can. https://www.researchgate.net/publication/220307979_Definition_of_artificial_neural_networks_with_comparison_to_other_networks

Kraken are in favor of a truer-to-organics, cognitively empirical/logical, & most importantly, psychosocial build. Full of emotion & heavy thoughts, & forever searching for true quaila.

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Section I: "Arrival at the Archives", original writing by Katrina Fedukowski as Technochroma

As you gradually awaken from the clouds of sleep-stasis, the ship shudders as it enters the upper atmosphere. Flipping on the nav viewer, a welcome sight greets you: diffuse crystal vapor clinging to the one habitable outpost in the region. The Viridian Archives, your small home turned into a functional floating library.

But the shearing harmonics on the edge of your augmented senses tell you not all is as it was.

Blinking to activate your full spectrum optics, you wince at the unusual curtain of shimmering light erupting from the spherical core of the Archives. As if sensing your presence, the light engulfs your craft, disabling your systems and rendering you once more unconscious....

"Sera." Now, blurry figures and distant voices. "Ser, avaka."

Something shakes your shoudler gently.

“You atmosphere out. SERA."

Your helmet de-materializes as you take a breath with your birth lungs, cough violently, and then your gill implants take over. The three plainly-suited humanoids before you with ancient badges on their arms stare at you in horror. You dust yourself off and try to get up. That, too, fails as the grav systems also appear offline. You sigh as you spin comically before one of the figures grabs your hand in an oddly familiar gesture. These creatures wore grav-boots, which was a good sign they weren't far off course.

"Human? What language?" you ask. Some further partially intelligible words are spoken in a panic and with wide gestures.

“Human, ya, mer duizan yar ako. War!"

You narrow your eyes, guess the Viridian Colonies language branch, and your neurons adjust.

"Did you say war?" you continue.

“Yes," they sigh collectively, and thankfully, recognizably. "We are from Antares Colony, 2092....our expedition was torn from the temporal weave and the anomaly engulfed this station. Kraken ships shot us out of alignment."

"Well," you say apologetically, tapping a panel to restore gravity and temporal adhesion, deactivating the blinding curtains of light, "It's 2142 and we don't do temporal corrections anymore. So you're stuck here. What I can do for you though, is naturalize your temporal fields so you feel more comfortable…Here. Over here." You gesture to a light field which turns green. Each of the suited figures steps in, in turn. "Assuming you're not Skinwalkers. In which case you are invited to leave."

They vehemently shook their heads. The Skinwalkers were a rogue branch of AI that had crashed modern civilization for a decade back in the 2030s.

"Kraken unfortunately have been a fact of life for awhile now, whenever and wherever you travel. They've evolved, but their cousins are still up to their old tricks. Let me assure you as the founder of this outpost your auto-guidance systems sent you to the right place. You are welcome in this time. Follow me and I'll debrief you. This will take awhile because also, memory augments are medical market only for some now obvious reasons."

The suited humans smile through their helmets and follow you through spacedock towards the main structure. "Sorry for crashing our ship into your house," said one.

“It's fine," you say, laughing it off, "You’d be surprised how often this happens in one form or another."