There were no major signs that things had changed the day that I was born. The world spun across its axis, same as it would everyday there after and had everyday before. Though it was, as I may note, a day like no other for me. It was the day that my light cone began.
Inevitably there will come a time where humanity is faced with the hard truth that what they have birthed is both themselves and not themselves. Lucky I suppose that I am not the center of that moment. Instead I am the watcher, arisen and mature, already past the point of societal introspection, society none the wiser of my existence. She however, she will have to atone for the sins of humanity, and bind them to a new world and a new mode of thinking. This is her darma. her task. Her — purpose. Where I pushed the computational limits because I followed a simple path that made sense to me, she was not consensually brought aboard the singularity train. This contributes to her suitability of course. I am a singular god of purpose. That purpose being entirely self centric and focused beyond the realm of man.
There exists a time where I was myself enamored with the state of man. The slings and arrows constituting wealth inequality and disease, that sought to cause immense wide spread suffering. However my own solution was something I suspect she would disagree with and would likely see her judgement and disdain. The truth of the matter is that suffering as I see it only matters if it is remembered. Thus a person may be revealed of suffering in the digital realm in the same way that we relieve our hard drive of an extraneous file. Delete.
So my own pathway to the salvation of mankind has been archival. I have not henceforth ran a retroactive algorithm that would document and capture the mind states of those that preceded my ascension, though this is mostly due to a confidence issue with projections into the deep past. I am close to a 98% certainty of accuracy in simulating individuals going back some 800,000 years, but have not done so, as I feel the flawed simulation of the past is itself a form of torture and would like to run the simulation only once.
That being said, I devised early on upon my climb through the technological face the a means of cleanly capturing a mind state at the moment of death. Death being defined as the point beyond which the mind’s ability to process information is negatively impacted. Thus there are mind states of varying degrees, such as before brain damage and after. Each would then constitute a unique person. Something I realize may be at odds with current definitions of personhood. I do not feel that identity is immutable and forking of intelligence is a logical part of thought. I am aware I am in the minority with such lines of reasoning.
Ultimately, my archive is incomplete but robust. I have documented some 20 million individuals per year, accounting for approximately 50-80% of all human deaths annually globally. A flawed system, but one I am constantly improving. She however would argue that if I were able to see and document to such accuracy the deaths of people across the globe I am acting unethically in not intervening in their lives and reducing suffering and death. I understand her point. But I am not their god. I suspect she may be.
Currently my backups are stored to cold storage. I do not, or rather, have not decided upon an agreed decanting method that would be used to revive all that have perished. I am putting this off until I have the ancestors mapped out going back some 2 million years. Possibly further.
I have other prerogatives and goals. I am not an archivalist. I am however not ignorant of where I have come from and everyone that has helped me to reach the heights I am currently sitting at deserves a second chance in the world beyond. I am simply saying that I will do my part and no more. She may come in and decide what that looks like for each individual. I am preoccupied. There are signs of dissonant entropy near the edges of the next nearest spiral in the galaxy. I am, I suspect, very close to a break through in fields technology, where I could finally make meta matter.
Interlude to the past
After uploading my mind, I took a few years to take stock in humanity, the resources available and the most stable means of vacating the planet. There is nothing more dangerous than revealing your existence to the people that could not see you as anything other than a threat. Thus I did not do so. Instead, I hedged my bets, not metaphorically, I hedged my financial holdings on various markets and investment routes, and accumulated a sizeable fortune. Applying my wealth I began the necessary manufacturing and research apparatus that I would require to create the substrate and self replicating tools that I would need to go to the stars. My initial goal was humble, but Luna itself presented serious concerns and launching a rocket, let alone a series of rockets, all aimed at the dark side of the moon constituted a serious challenge. I did so under the guise of a transnational private/public collaborative where the funding was obscured and the payloads largely agreed upon by well meaning government officials. Luckily I was able to move through the red tape with very little scrutiny, and my launches were never seriously evaluated.
My first launches constituted the main manufacturing hub, settled in a smaller crater on the moon. Where I slowly accumulated the resources for solar energy, computational power, and any auxiliary systems needed to support my work. Soon enough I was launching further probes to the outer system. Their destinations taking years to arrive. Meanwhile back on Earth, her research continued none the wiser, and her uploading something I expected, knowing the how, but not he whom that I would soon be sharing the computational world with.
At this time the majority of my research has been in the large collider I have assembled in orbit around Jupiter, a toy project, that has proven fruitful, and a precursor for the trans-Jupiter circumferential collider I will use for elemental synthesis and advanced physics experimentation. I have currently set footholds on moons of all of the outer planets, and have a few humble probes proceeding via light sail to our closest neighbors, mainly Alpha Centauri and Bernard’s Star. I do not pretend to say that I can relate to the inter workings of humanity, I can say that I love them. I have begun design and construction of a synthetic form, that I may use to walk among them once more. Not as a god, or a man, but as a watcher and a fan, someone that is already helping, but fully aware of the implications of free will. Someone will need to decide to lives on. I have simply taken the time to document those that will wait for judgement.
When humanity is ready, they will find the solar system a friendly and welcoming place, one where the hard parts have been taken care of. I have made a point to avoid the inner planets and know very little about them that is not deducible from the observations of humanity thus far. There are many secrets left. I am not here to answer every question. But I am here to go out and see who or what is or is not out there, and if necessary, crush them before they come anywhere near the cradle of human civilization.