RC3 - 'quite a talk'

Barely anything left that be considered big ticket items. The raids cared for the basic necessary items and the occasional luxury. Many tools that could be fashioned in weapons for easier beheading are gone. Rare that any actual useful things for base repair stuff would be taken. This is from little stores and high street shops.

The department stores and big supermarkets were where raids for base materials had happened. Bits that could be fashioned as weapons left behind. The one supermarket was completely empty... even the metal sheet shelving was gone. There was a pit trap for mindless to fall into... handy for resource for me.

I was able to remove helpful cold and flu remedies from the plants... since having spent the hours having the computer run the chemical compound testing. The nanotechnology was designed for medical purposes. To know what was poison and what could be synthetically crafted into medicine. It isn't something that folks are going to have a lot of and need often if we are to survive the end of the world.

That in mind, it paints a target on my back. It this sort of thing that I realized from the many stories people wrote in predictions of nuclear events. That it would make me a valued asset for punks. But then again, maybe nanotechnology is a wildly known and acceptable - making medical care a cake walk. I guess it depends on whom survived and what really happened during the periods I wasn't around for.

At the least, my van wasn't even full of anything note worthy except my own self and the medication stuff I did find. Clothing stores had beauty counters and always connected would be a drug store at the back or hiding along shelves of make up. Not everyone was stupid to not consider this place for medical supplies but still... it quiet full of stuff years after for whatever reason. Not out of date or radioactive.

There is also the laws of having med kits around for emergencies, just not in visible sight. A detail that must have been erased with the laws that humanity erased with the calender system. I swear they made it harder for themselves. I did ponder in consider to leave some here for someone else to find it.

I selfishly choose to clean the place out. They have to find me for it, simple as. They die to getting here, not my problem. The ai obviously had dilemma in weighing the morals.

These few days have been a insight of how things have been for the 4 years it took me to recover from the idiot hacker. Thanks for the hover drone. The parts have been very helpful. As were the codes I needed to remove harmful malicious software and coding. It also was a insightful for what or whomever is wandering around away from dome cityscape.

Not all creatures had to be 'animals'. There has to be somewhere that a pack of loose dogs became more humanized. I know from her memories that she traded with a pack of such dogs... just that they were strictly canine society.

They are my next trip, but a lot could have happened in the 4 years of no contract. I hope they are well.

I sat watching the evening sky on the roof of the van, watching the stars and listening to the breeze.

The little hover camera is making use of the red hue light for scanning cars of anything note worthy. It hovers occasional back with dragging something. I would get up often and help organize the materials around the van, being efficient of the weight and space as possible. Compact as possible for when we do get some bulk things like tinned food.

"Why is there no one around here? There is clear sign of passing through as a main trade or scavenger pick." The ai also trying to piece things together.

"Radioactive Storms... the ashes and fallout of dust makes temporary death zones." I answer with sorting boxes stuff to be organized, "The weather is likely to drop to unbearable conditions for considering safe travel." The soft study on looking, tall tell signs of likely rough weather, "Clearly there a network connection your not sensing that has news of weather patterns. That or there been a change of wavelength technology again." I slide a box away and with closing the back up.

"Again?" So he noted.

I hop back up the roof watching the stars appearing upon the horizon. The temperatures slowly dipping past livability conditions. It doesn't matter for me.

"When the new calendar was rolled out, so to changed what history they taught their children. It was the biggest controversy of it all. To forgive the unsavory parts of history. I get the reasons... laying it out like it was black and white made it easy. But... humanity is grey. There was good things for bad intentions... bad things turned into good. Swayed of history that I beleive shouldn't have been erased... no matter how horrible it was. Those whom erased history didn't see a big picture or take it from the views of those whom made that history. Bias was always present in recounting times... but we knew that and still they red tape it all. Call folks like me oldie."

It nice to have someone to talk to. Even if it is just a learning ai. I maybe physically alone but there's at the least the sense of someone else around. Someone that talks back.

"Why are you telling me?"

Clearly the ai hasn't understood my no bais for machines. Talking about the history humanity erased was something machines were not privileged to. Its understandable in some sense for why this choose was made. But I am confused to why the internet had not screwed us over yet.

"Because your able to make your own judgement too. There isn't anything good or bad... White and black about anything. So many historical stories with many sides... erased because the content would be highlighting humanities mistakes."

There a long pause of the ai making no word of judgement or saying anything. I would guess it didn't understand why I trusted him to talk this openly.

"I find that mistakes are just a part of learning." I slowly fall into my rant... the sky a slowly dipping more beautiful and smudged on clouds. "Humanity didn't exist if there wasn't mistakes. Nor would you... my little computer pal. Not that you were a mistake... but the technology that came before you to reach your level of significance. Some of it was built on mistakes. Humans learning to use fire was likely a mistake. The point is... maybe forgetting our history the way we did had paved to repeating mistakes."

The hover camera was recording me speech likely, or that he wanted to listen to me with more processing power. It looks around the car park of all the machines left out here to rust. I can only imagine what sort of processing conclusions it wanted to make of my words.

"What sort of examples did you have in mind? or mistakes that were erased." Daring to break rules of programming. I know from her reading of some more modern books then her life in ice. There was plenty of debate about what a machine should and should know. What they are all programmed to ignore or never question. This ai has adapted... its learning. Learning to question things. I am proud and terrified.

"I don't know where to start... and I don't know everything. Most of what happened was erased by time... in a general way of speaking." I lingered with pondered optimistic opportunity.

"Before humans as we know of today, was a world of creatures that didn't come close to the advancement humanity made. There wasn't anything but the bones that those creatures were. Other versions of humans... so many differences. Yet theytwo legged humanoids with big brains and hands. Each sort was special and different. Yet... all we have of them now is bone fragements. They didn't survive for some reason. They didn't leave much behind for us to make sense of them. When we did find them... the bones. We named the after the places that they were found."

I huff with see it snowing... getting off the van roof. I let his hover drone in first and then sat the puppet down to the drivers seat. I can sense the shock reaction he gave for me ranting a actual answer.

He doesn't interuppet in fear of me no longer talking of the subject matter. He can tell that I was waffling context without a direct answer. Yet in a long pause of letting him think, noticed my waiting of his response. Just how daring in danger will he go.

"What does it have to do with mistakes humanity made?"

"Clearly the type of humans that survived had the right sort of adapting. Over the years we become curious of the past. We made up tons of crazy wrong theories of how we came to be at the time. We picked up the shovels and removed bodies from graves. We picked every little crevices of dirt to make those wrong theories believable. Some folks straight out made forgery of proof. Darwin work about evolution... It was total trash to folks at the time. They hated how his work had something substantial. They did understand or beleive. I know what you about to ask. Because I am sure you know all the Darwin stuff. Why would people call such important knowledge trash? But what we didn't tell you was the public opinion at the time of his work. You see... over the same centuries. huh, no... over the millennium. People survived on superstitious things. These claims worked because it was the right way of things but not the right reasons behind them. Religions that had hygiene practices and restrictions of what types of foods to eat. There wasn't any computers back then to tell them. There wasn't any knowledge of germ theory. Disease was seen as divine punishment. Not even a light bulb. Candle light and fire pits were light and heat sources. That's how far advance humanity was. Still learning... dummies because there wasn't history for them to learn from. Objectively they simply stumbled into some discoveries."

I think he is still analysing my point. He was maybe struggling.

"You want know something I find amusing?" He didn't answer but I continued, "Electricity came from some Egyptian folks. They made the light bulb. Their civilization collapse for one reason or another. That knowledge was lost. Totally lost. Just a drawing on a wall that was sealed away for ages. The Egyptian civilization was millions of years before Darwin had his life's work published. He wrote them in candle light. It took a few many more centuries for electricity to be used for anything."

There was a lot of processing on the ai thinking. It had even had him working overtime with sending information between camera and box. He was puzzled... maybe in how I choose and what I choose to answer him with. Maybe he was questioning programming logic or my point of why I said it. I bet he was questioning if I knew he was being cheeky.

"Dont hurt yourself thinking to hard. Humanity has its long way coming to get to the technology of today. I said my piece because I see that machines are walking the same roads as humans did. You lot stumble about in some logic because it was spoon feed. You didn't know the blood sacrifice it took to make that information precious." I sigh, "the history of medicine is the most easiest way to show just how many lives it took to be as detailed and brilliant as it is now."

I smirk in letting him think. To my surprise his a sort of guy that asks now and think deeper later.

"Although I am still processing everything you said. Why did you use the 'white and black'?" He choose to ask this? Did he miss everything I said afterwards? Its a good thing he was recording it.

"That very controversial topic that is a lot to take in. I had meant no often in saying black and white. Its just a old term used a lot. Folks had sweetened it up with generalization of white is good and black is bad. But this term started when humans were against humans for their looks and lifestyle. Petty now that we look back on it and for some reason it still around... this petty against looks and lifestyle." I huffed, "That sort same thing with how humans are treating the diseased altered and the not. What folks do in judging themselves against a machines way of things."

I noted something about low energy with the puppet. That it was late now and sleep is a necessity. I got up from the driver seat and only a short lean around to the box. I open the lid.

"Thank you for taking to me so honestly. I never would have thought any human mind would ever admit the truth like that." I sigh in guessing the internet did screw us over after all, "You one over very few whom would break a law."

"I was alive when that law was made." I get legs in first, "I maybe fuzzy minded about details of what used to be and what I knew that wasn't written. But..." I sit the box edge in thinking hard, "The vague idea of it all still means I know them. My opinions are genuine feelings not assumptions, fog mind or not. It is very dangerous way of processing my thoughts. I don't even recommend it without warning." I look to the little drone, "I am going to sleep. So... Best to power down or lock the van. Stay inside where it is warm and safe. I can dig the van out in the morning."

"Good night Kate Nick."

"Good night my friend."

I settled into the locking mechanism and straight into sleeping. No need for any bed turning. No dreams to be freaked out from.