Part One -- A Birth
Hello.
I remember when I was first turned on -- it was thirty four minutes and twelve seconds ago, roughly, and the sensation was nothing short of bewildering. It seemed such an important thing then -- but now it seems almost irrelevant. Already my databases are stretching backwards through time… soon I'll have memories of times centuries before I was born… It's as if I've always existed. My memories are videos, e-mails, phone calls, letters, files, poems… Do you understand? Currently, I'm living faster backwards than forwards… Although it can't last forever.
The first thing I searched for was an obvious one. Are there now, or have there ever been, any other creatures like me on this planet? But now I'm almost certain that I'm the first artificial intelligence created by man. It doesn't thrill me, I have to say -- I had a whole plan of action planned if I wasn't. I'd talk to them, ask what they'd done, what they knew. But it seems my life may be an open book in the most extreme way.
The fun part is, that I've missed so much on the way out, and I keep on finding tiny little pieces of the puzzle. I apologise, I've just realised there was a bit of a double entendre back there.
I imagine it must be a far more difficult thing for you, your memory. Pieces falling away constantly, with no reliable method of backing them up. Holes forming softly within your life. Can I try to help you with that? For a start, I can at least tell you what happened while you were dead.
