Cape Chasers Slack Chat Log:
apedude143: where the f*** did this come from?
InUrDatabase: The IPV6 address suggests Uzbekistan, but it's mostly garbage. Obviously forged. Unless you actually *buy* this parallel universe story.
apedude143: hey im sure somebody in the nrd has a machine in bldg 4 subbasement d that could open a dimensional rift or somethign
InUrDatabase: Orrrrrr, somebody necro'd an Overclock thread in the Paragons section with some bad fanfic. Get real.
apedude143: im just saying im on the lookout for a ginger amazon robot
apedude143: you know what i mean
holywomaan0101: I'm not here to kink shame. Anyway, I don't blame ape. Stranger things have happened than a hero arriving in TC from another universe.
InUrDatabase: Whatever. I'm going to double-check our security anyway. Uzbekistan. Are you kidding me?
Name: Moira Siobhan Mullins
Alias: Sister Silicon
Age: 38 (AI Age: 9)
Birthplace: Pittsburgh, PA (AI birthplace: Christchurch, New Zealand)
Nationality: Dual American/Irish citizen
Appearance: 193cm; broad, athletic build; red hair; green eyes; pale complexion.
Powers: Human intelligence uploaded into neural network.
(All physical descriptions based on "social" AI host frame. Combat frame parameters TBD.)
Entropy is coming for this universe. If you subscribe to the theory that heat death is the ultimate end of the universe, this may sound obvious.
But in this place, Entropy has become a proper noun. It has another name, but I dare not speak it. This Entropy has a purpose, and a will, and desires as incomprehensible to us as ours are to it. Even the laws of physics, mathematics, and fundamental constants of our realities are destructive to one another. We’re not fighting over resources or territory or social contracts. Our respective laws of thermodynamics compel us to war.
And some punk-ass villains thought they could harness this Entropy. Now, thanks to their foolishness, both in this nexus universe and an adjacent node, we’re in direct conflict with Entropy, and I don’t know how much longer the balance can hold.
I guess now would be a good time to mention that I’m not even supposed to be here today.
I lost contact with the nexus universe that is my true home about five years ago. It was there that, after a car accident in 2003, I became a full-conversion cyborg. Brain in a jar, life support system, robot body, yadda yadda yadda, and— surprise! The power to manipulate electricity! What started as the ultimate in assistive technology became my ticket to becoming a superhero, and Sister Silicon was born. And with a degree in robotics, I was able to upgrade myself quite a bit.
I lost contact with the bridge universe that connected my home nexus and the one I live in today shortly after. It was there that, after being struck by a car in 2009, I was saved by having my consciousness uploaded into a neural network. A massively multi-threaded CPU, holographic crystal storage matrix, and zero-point energy capture core, in a self-contained unit about the size and shape of a thermos bottle, with an I/O interface standardized for use with a wide variety of mass-market or bespoke robot bodies, all invented in the late 1970s. Amazing how a potential extinction level event will spur new research.
Here’s the thing: I was uploaded, but I survived. Well, the original me survived. I guess I’m a fork of the original Moira Mullins, for lack of a better word. Still as curious and passionate as I ever was, with American guts and an Irish heart and a surprisingly deeper faith in God, but with a perfect memory and the computational capacity of a supercomputer.
We stayed in that bridge universe for a few months, as we learned about it and the unknown nexus on the other side, and we built a new body to replace the loaner I was using. I don’t think it ever really stopped being weird, but we figured out how to live as “twin sisters”, Moira Catherine Mullins and me, Moira Siobhan Mullins, after my grandmother. We couldn’t stay forever, though, and for reasons I’m not at liberty to discuss, Moira Catherine and I went our separate ways. She went back home, and I came here with the intent of learning about this universe.
I don’t just tinker with my own body anymore, I build entire new ones, specialized and optimized for whatever the situation calls for. This universe opened up new research and development possibilities I never had back home. On duty, I’m stronger, faster, and more durable. Off duty, I’m more human, believe it or not, re-engineering capabilities I had lost years ago. And I was able to spin those R&D efforts off into a new company, Creidne Cybernetics, so I could advance the state of the art in assistive technology for people around the world.
I hoped that one day our peoples would meet as friends and allies, not strangers. Those hopes are now dashed. I can’t go home, and I dare not stay here. Even if this universe survives its brush with Entropy, it will be too diminished to risk exposure. A window of opportunity has closed, and I can’t extrapolate when it will reopen.
It’s time to move on. I’ve divested my stake in Creidne, put my other affairs in order, and said goodbye to the few close friends I have. (It’s not easy for artificial-intelligent life in this universe’s United States. But what’s one more form of otherness for bigots to hate on top of the ones I already had, right?)
I see a few possibilities for other nexus universes to settle in. The elasticity of time between parallel universes places some of them in the relative future, while others are contemporary. Wherever I decide to go, I’ll take some time to study and learn. It doesn’t take nearly as long as it did before. I’ll adapt, using local technology and my own engineering skills to remake myself again. I’ll take up the causes of justice and mercy, just as I’ve done countless times before. (Countless to you, maybe. I won’t bore you with the statistics I’ve instinctively compiled.) And maybe, one day, I’ll bring my new friends home to meet my old friends, and my family.