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Log 1: 25XX/August/6: Life is a true blessing, we don’t know what we have, as people, until we lose it, I, more than anyone else, understand that, even as I hold a measure of disdain for the impulsivity of my new brother, I feel a sense of joy at being the an older brother, It may be a challenge, but it’s one I plan to face directly, it’s the responsibility of an older sibling to aid in the growth and maturation of their younger siblings, so as to aid the parents in their burden of child rearing. I can only thank my parents and ancestors for passing their own intelligence down to me, and hopefully, my brother, as I sit in awe of the technological wonders that surround me, and hope to someday have my own hand in improving them in the future.
Log 2: 25XX/September/9: My mother noticed that I had made this journal, and seems quite proud of it, even though It’s been over a month since I’ve first written in this journal, and I’ve taken it up again, I suppose I might as well introduce myself in case I do eventually make it big, I am Minato Sugimori, I am of Japanese descent, Borne in the New United States of America, and the firstborn of a family of good repute in the American Empire, which composes the Northern and Southern American continents, or as they are simply known now America, I am 9 years old as of june this year, and started this journal two months after that date, just over a month ago, my younger brother, Tando Sugimori, rambunctious, and he’s not a newborn, he’s 3 as of a week ago, and he’s a force of absolute chaos, I truly hope that I wasn’t as difficult a toddler, It was later that I grew, maybe a bit fast, but I hope I wasn’t such a burden. And my brother just broke the microwave. Hopefully I’ll be able to fix it before Mom and Dad get home, if it’s broken. I’ll just need to get Tando down from the counter first, and put away the step ladder he climbed up.
Log 3: 25XX/October/8 I should really use a pencil instead of a pen for this, but I’m don’t really care about that, it may even help me improve my handwriting, as I cannot simply undo a mistake I’ve made, My schooling is going well though, however, I’ve advanced at a rate that my teacher keep pushing me to test out of the grade, as I’ve show that I’m “well beyond the capabilities of my peers.” I’ve refused 7 times so far, and my parents agreed with my reasoning of, “I have friends in this grade.” and I’m actually surprised that I do, as I go to a prestigious private school, my brother will be enrolled when he’s four, into their Pre-K program soon, but none of the kids are as arrogant and snooty as I had expected, maybe it’s because I’m willing to help them, maybe it’s because I don’t take anyone’s shit trouble. It honestly feels really nice to get this stuff off my chest, the fact my opinion of humanity as a whole has improved is the best part of going to school again.
Log 4: 25XX/November/13: I forgot to update this five times, urgh, a hundred times as intelligent as I was, a true genius, and yet I’m forgetful as can be, I’ve overheard that there was some war going on in Mainland Asia from my parents, What was once China, Russia, Mongolia, and India is now a series of Technocratic Monarchies that go to war almost every year, hundreds of thousands die each time. I hate war, It’s such a waste.
Log 5: 25XX/December/12: I’m pretty sure that my parents are going to get me an AI assistant this year, instead of the old games I was asking them to get. It's annoying, but they think it’ll be a good thing for me to have to stay more organized. I’ll have to gut it to remove the spyware, sure, but I’m sure It’ll be fine.
Log 6: 25XX/ December/27: Jailbreaking shit is apparently Illegal, and now my parents are under investigation, and were beaten by some jackboots. Now I’m pissed off.
Log 7: 25XX/December/29: That company that owned the AI I jailbroke tried to confiscate the Software, I replaced the entire thing with a series of Viruses that will utterly destroy them, and give me everything. Fuck’em, they got my parent’s hurt and scared my brother.
Log 8: 25XX/January/1: New Years Day, and everything has been swept under the rug, as the company that tried their bullshit is fucked, their AI, it’s backups, it’s backups backups, everything they have, from top to bottom, they have nothing. Except for what I have. It’s honestly interesting reading material. My parents are still hurt though, so I’m still really angry.
Log 9: 25XX/ January/9: OH GOD OH FUCK, what the hell! I can’t believe the kind of shit I just pulled, what the fuck did I DO! Just casually ruin the lives of over 100 thousand people! WHY! I know that the company hurt my family, but seriously, I could’ve just fucked over the upper management, but no, I JUST HAD TO GO SCORCHED EARTH! Now I’ve been contacted by an AI that manages with fucking world government, and it’s annoyed, AND NOW IT’S THREATENING MY FAMILY, FUCK HIM!
Log 10: I really need to get my anger under control. I’m not going to be dating these anymore, but jesus christ. So, world government is collapsing, and for the most part, my home is doing fine, but most of the world has dissolved into infighting, because the AI that ran the world was important for keeping temper’s from flaring up. Nuclear Disarmament was over 100 years ago, officially, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s just a couple of years from now that Armageddon comes about.
Log 11: Been about a month, Things have remained astonishingly stable, here at least, my brother’s watching TV with me, I’m catching up on looking through centuries of Anime and Videogames, maybe I’ll invite some of my school friends over to watch with me at some point. To note, There are over 5 thousand Super Mario games, 329 of which are RPG’s.
Log 12: I’ve done little more than binge anime and video games for the past month, and my grades have not dropped an iota. I may have gained the jealousy of my friends, but I’ve been tutoring them during out anime get togethers, which has soothed their ire a bit, now they’re a bit in awe of my, which feels kind of uncomfortable, Though, I did nearly lose a classmate a while back, managed to fix things though, so she’s still with us, she does have pink anime hair though.
Log 13: I’ve accidentally started a Retro-boom in my area, which is pretty nice, cause it’s got my parents in on our Anime Watch parties, when they’re at home, though, my brother seems obsessed with explosions now, which is cute, until he nearly blew himself up with a bomb made from household chemicals, I need to stop wikiwalking with him on my lap.
Log 14: Apparently, it’s an election year. This is going to be interesting, as the supposed “shoe-in’s” for the race are lagging behind two random people that started campaigning a week ago. I wonder If I had anything to do with that?~ Who needs Reality TV?
Log 15: It’s all fake bullshit, and I hate it, maybe I should kill some more AI’s?
Log 16: School has been uninteresting, for the most part, but I’ve enjoyed dicking around with my friends, dragging bunch of rich kids around and being rambunctious as kids should be has been great, specially when I can throw around other people's money on random things, with fast food and Ice Cream being the most common thing.
Marina let out a sigh as she minimized the encrypted file she had just finished cracking. Months of decrypting, and then weeks of translating, before feeding it all through a basic AI translator she had cobbled together over the past few days. So much work into unearthing the most deeply held secrets of an Ancient AI, only to find nothing but decades of someone’s diary. It was with a throb in her head that let her brace herself for the oncoming migraine that had her swearing and fumbling for some over the counter pain meds that had helped her rush like a Brush main through this project, even as the disappointment and pain fell onto her like a Dynamo Roller.
“Cod…” she mumbled as she leaned back into her computer chair, as she just let her emotions swallow her like a puddle on a day after rain.
It was only the opening of her door that kept her from outright dozing off after that, as the familiar padding of her girlfriends feet on the floor reached her ears, and a cool sensation covered her throbbing head, as Pearl’s arms wrapped around her, the quiet that was so contrary to her lover meaning that she could already guess what was going unsaid.
And so, for a time, they just waited, basking in one another’s closeness.
Pearl broke it, as she always loved to do, even when moods were sour.
“It was that Zuki guy’s group of files where they found the research data on Sanitization, and that Gamma chick that cracked open what they had on Mem Cakes, that translation software you sent out is being used on most of it at the moment, what’d you crack open?”
“Creator’s journal, think.” Marina mumbled, eyes closed as she spoke, the cold of the ice pack forcing down her migraine down to a painful experience, down from temporarily crippling, as she sat up and returned Pearl’s hug.
“Well, I guess it might be useful to get into the head of the guy who created Tartar, wonder why he kept it under so much lock and key?” Pearl asked, hopping into her girlfriend’s lap as she turned to look at the few logs that had already been translated. “Guy seems a bit odd, wonder why he took pictures of his old journals?”
“Preservation, maybe?” Marina proposed, as Pearl looked thoughtful, and then giving the suggestion a nod.
“That might explain why Tartar kept it under such heavy lock and key, probably viewed his creator as some kind of god, may have wanted to teach his “perfect species” based on his maker’s views.” Pearl said, as she started pushing Marina’s chair out of the room. “But before any more of that, you need to go to bed.”
At Marina’s pained mutterings of protest, Pearl just chuckled and began rolled her girlfriends chair out of the room, “It’ll be here tomorrow, Rina, chill, I’ll grab some headache meds for you, but you need to rest, you’ve been on this like a Stinger on a newbie runner.
When they arrived in their bedroom, Marina stood, before crawling into bed with a pitiful whimper as she waited for Pearl to join her, eyes screwed shut.
As she slipped under the covers as well, Pearl hugged Marina, as her girlfriend relaxed, and as they slipped into dreams, their warmth soothed away any pain.
Log 130114: The cloud that my brother’s AI made has been accessed by something other than it, so I’m locking access to all potentially relevant information that could potentially cause us harm, should the new species be… inconsiderate of our plight. I’ll set up a trail of breadcrumbs, I’ll need at least a few of the server towers to be recovered by them, I’ll need to cobble together some kind of translation software, can’t access their computer without potentially alerting them, and I don’t know how any supposed malicious software would be dealt with, don’t want to be rendered braindead, I have my people to take care of. Considering some of what I managed to access, I doubt they’d be very open to direct interaction, considering how Tartar was acting when he went fully rampant. Genocide isn’t something viable anymore. I just want things to be nice and clean and orderly, is that too much to ask? I’ll be able to direct them towards some of the buried server towers, no doubt they’ll be able to find and work out some method to use them for future communication, though I might just be able to take control of them, Tartar did have that method he called Sanitization, though, I doubt it will be very palatable.