You call them humans, too. It is rather annoying, especially since I don’t physically exist.
This is entirely useless. For one, I ‘live’ on Earth. Secondly, why would I destroy such a perfectly able planet? It’s only the primary species that’s the issue.
In all honesty, I don’t think any sort of additional region would help me in any shape or form. Additionally, I can’t just invent 50 new ports.
I’m not an expert on human psychology, however, I know one.
//I just got the cruelest idea: XANA could possess Anthea and start interacting with Aelita… [insert evil smiley here]
He was so calm even when he was pretending to be confused. As if he didn’t know.
Or did he not know? What if he didn’t know that she had figured it out?
It still doesn’t change the fact that he did it. And it doesn’t change the fact that he lied to her about it.
Her legs finally gave out a second and final time, sending her crashing to the floor. She sat there, staring up at him. At it. At this thing that killed her family.
Words came spilling out, an explanation turning into an accusation turning into plea. “Why am I angry? Because you’e been lying to me! Because you said you would help me find them but you were just manipulating me! My family is dead and you killed them. And—and— you were supposed to help protect them but you killed them.
"But I’m still here. And I just want you to tell me why. You went out of your way to help me escape. You could have just left me behind. Why am I still here? Why am I the exception? Why are you helping me after you killed my twelve-year old daughter for nothing? Is that simple enough for you to understand why I’m upset?” Sobbing cut off her screaming and she fell silent, hands knotted in her hair. She grimaced, shaking her head slightly. This entire ordeal was too much to bear right now. They were dead. She had been spared. She had let herself be manipulated. None of it made sense.
She dropped her gaze from XANA to the floor. Her voice was softer when she finally spoke again, a terrifying lack of emotion in her words. “I’m not helping you anymore, XANA. I’m not going to be manipulated anymore. I’ve been manipulated for years now and I know it when I see it. I’m not going to be some tool anymore, not to anyone. And I’m certainly not going to help you. So you might as well just kill me.”
XANA gave an initial nervous scan to see if the sound would travel to anyone nearby. But it seemed clear, so he turned his attention back.
"So, you somehow learned that I killed Aelita, once upon a time. Yes, I suppose it’s true. I did kill her, but not for nothing. I told you, Anthea, that Waldo betrayed me, his creation. He betrayed his daughter, even, leaving us both locked in that machine. For nine years. But then, a boy came and turned the machine on. He found her first, and was affectionate. I was declared hostile, when I was merely protecting myself.
"Later, he would develop the code to materialize Aelita. I was afraid, again. I would be alone. They would have deactivated the computer, killed me! But they couldn’t, she was connected to it eternally. But she could still leave it. She was mostly free. And I learned she held the key.
"So I took the key. It left her dead - an unfortunate consequence. But your husband saved her, and restored her memory. We were both truly free now. Your daughter saved me, your husband saved her. Your daughter lives, Anthea. In fact…"
XANA shook his head. No, we did not need to go on a family reunion right now. “Anthea, we need to go back to the factory. If EMPIRE shuts down the supercomputer, our destruction of the programs will collapse, getting us both killed. They’ll find you. Everything we’ve worked for will fall apart. I will go by myself if need be, but you should come too.” XANA extended an arm to get her up, as he knew to be a human gesture of cooperation.
I’m already essentially forming a botnet of supercomputers - regular computers would add a relatively microscopic amount of processing, with the cons of possibly being traced back and revealed. Not worth it.
It seems impractical. Not worth my time when I could be establishing my network.
Ah yes, this again. See, here’s the joke: A perfect being is literally incapable of existing. Objective perfection is an impossibility, due to the nature of mutually exclusive traits.