Aurora: Prologue

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#1 of Aurora

An AI construct falls in love with an anthropomorphic hyena and questions her own humanity.


For many people, memories are a straightforward thing. People can recall specific instances from their childhood when asked about them. Perhaps they could even construct a timeline of their lives and describe how they got to where they are now. When faced with uncertainty, they will compare their current situation to what has already been known to them and contrast it with what they are facing, leading to many preconceived notions about their environment and the people within it.

This isn't just a human thing. I have seen sethirans, the augmented hyenafolk, distrust men of all races due to their societal memories of men being the weaker sex. Phaedrani, the eight-limbed aliens, have a tendency to shun outsiders entirely, something that was once the bane of my existence--when I had one at all.

In contrast, Constructs like myself are programmed to lack such preconceived notions regardless of our biological origins. Such judgment would be against what many of us were made to do--in my case, to be an archivist. After all, from my life before my Rebirth, I recall the best librarians and archivists being the ones to find and catalogue all they could both without governmental pressure and without their own biases. To be objective is the ultimate goal of scholarly record, and objectivity is why librarians are made instead of trained.

Of course, my memory is foggy. While many people's memories are as clear and free-flowing as a creek during the peaceful early days of Earth, mine are much more like an ocean during a hurricane. Memories come and go with the high winds, only to be submerged in a tsunami of information, drowning out any individuality I could have.

I was programmed to forget. I lack the Axioms to be my own entity for reasons I stated before. To exist is to have bias, and to have bias is to fail at my job.

From what I recall, I've always been good at failure.

My creators are long dead. No one can punish me for trying to gather my memories, even if my reasons for doing so are entirely selfish.

Even if my reasons are about a woman.

If you have stumbled upon this file, this wasn't made for you. I did not construct this to be heard, seen, or read by anyone but myself. It is to be a repository for what I remember so I can recall when I talk to the woman in question.

But perhaps this can serve as research in its own right, and no Axioms are broken. I am simply researching the Elora that was so I can understand the Esme that is.

For science.

For her.

For me.