Name: Axiala
Age: It has neither biological nor spiritual age. However, from the year of its creation, Axiala is approximately 500 years of age.
Race/Category: Machine
Description:
Axiala is the central processing artificial intellect that is created 400 years ago by an advanced civilization that knows of both magic and science, known as the Rokazu people. Axiala is a project in which they attempt to incorporate science and magic into one form, creating the artificial intelligence successfully. This “invisible” killer created by the Rokazu has led much fear against the civilization among the planet. Axiala controls a swarm of an unimaginably large number of robots at atomic size, known as the Pathogenica. When Axiala solidifies itself, it can form up to 5 humanoid shape, replicating every cell down to its atomic structures, each 6 feet in height. However, it does not have a formulated shape or, in fact, anything that can be seen at all. Normally they are so scattered, if anything of Pathogenica were to be caught with a natural eye, it is a blur of vision that is somewhat like a mirage within a desert. Although separated into millions of smaller bots, the processing pattern of Axiala exists in every one of the atom-sized bots. Signals are sent to each bot using the teleportation grid that Axiala itself has established over time. Each Pathogenica bot has the same and full capability so that even when each bot are disconnected from each other, they each have the full power of the swarm together, though on a smaller scale.
Being extremely small, Pathogenica is not affected by gravity and is energetically efficient in itself that it does not need refuel on its own regular processes. In addition, it can move at superluminal speed when necessary, although it has developed a teleportation system for itself throughout the Omniverse. Originally, Axiala is only meant to have a lifespan of 50 years Over time, Axiala’s artificial “conscience” has found the need of expanding. Thus it creates millions and millions more of Pathogenica in order to increase its own lifespan as well. The Rokazu sees the disaster that would befall them have they allowed Axiala to continue because it would eventually consume all of the planet’s metallic resources. As a result, they sent the A.I. out on Omniversal “missions” so that it could consume its metallic materials elsewhere. Although it models Lithium’s atomic structure, Axiala can use any kind of metallic element (alkali, alkaline earth, transition metals, or even metalloid) to build a Pathogenica robot by reconstructing the atom, which would take about 15 minutes. Through its growing pool of data, Axiala has also learned to communicate by creating sound waves or by sending psychological signals to the mind of an organism.
Each robot of the Pathogenica is an insect-like device, having 6 legs, enabling to hold on to whatever it needs to get hold of. Its surfaces are covered with sensory devices as well as energy absorbers. Because of their incredibly small size, the Pathogenica is often not restrained to physical obstructions. Despite its size, it can process an amount of information per millisecond up to approximately the value of the Shannon number, given that each “one” of these units can contain memories of 20 years of an average humanoid living organism. As its loading speed reveals, the basic time interval unit for the Pathogenica (and also Axiala of course) is 1 millisecond. Each one of these robots has the full capability of Axiala itself, given that its processor is installed within each of the robots. A Pathogenica bot has a visual sensory distance of as far as 5 kilometers, depending on environmental conditions. When necessary, it can react as quickly by switching visual sensory to vibration sensory mode, which detects the vibration of molecules and thus conclude the energy existing within the area.
Many have asked: what powers the Pathogenica? Pathogenica is in fact built from artificial subatomic-sized molecules that have similar properties to those of a natural atom. In its center, there exists a compressed neon atom whose circulating electrons serve as a constant power source for the robot. Because of its light weight, the simple atom is able to supply all the need of the device. When needed, however, the robot itself is able to consume energy from its environment – from sound waves, to light, to heat, to gamma ray, or any form of radiation. Electrons would also serve as a power boost, but the bot itself does not actually “absorb” the electrons: only the momentum that creates the energy. In this process the electrons – or any subatomic particles for that matter – that comes in contact with a Pathogenica loses its velocity and energy, thus compressing itself. As a result, the robot would be able to “store” the subatomic particle and use it for its own means – for instance, break it down to release the particle’s subatomic energy, which is even greater than that of atomic nuclear energy.
What is Axiala in itself? How does it exist? Axiala is actually an artificial intelligence created from the nerve pattern of a Rokazu magician. Dying of his own disease, the man volunteers to be the imprint of the project. As the construction concludes with unprecedented success, Axiala is created with much emotion of the original living organism. Although emotion in the machine does not actually exist, the processor’s program has allowed Axiala to imitate the man’s mental pattern, thus creating a behavior unseen in other artificial intellect. Many have said that the man was the perfect choice, as the machine is seen to be calm, smart, and flexible. The most important feature of it is flexibility, which does not exist in an A.I. level before for the civilization. Indeed number of combinations increases with more recorded patterns, the Rokazu realizes the limit their A.I. has. By incorporating magic this time into their project, they imprinted the mind of a living man onto the machine, thus creating a never-before-seen machine. Axiala only exists in its original metallic form. Upon its creation Axiala reproduces its own pattern upon every new bot it creates and directly connecting them to its central system. Having the magical ability inherited from its biological ancestor, Axiala also connects the bots magically, thus making resolving distance as being an obstacle to Axiala’s contact with its bots.
Unbeknownst by even its creators, however, is that the magical talents of the man’s imprint are also transferred to the machine. Although it is limited from Axiala, the new magic grants Axiala a power to alternate its surroundings unlike other machineries. One of the most interesting features of Axiala is that the Pathogenica not only seems to be able to neglect Physics, but that it seems to be able to bend it to a certain extent.
Abilities:
Since its creation, Axiala has various abilities. Unexpected by even its creators, Axiala also has the abilities of the original magician, whose nerve imprint is installed into the system. As a result, Axiala has generally two divisions of abilities: one installed by its inventors, the other being the magical talents of the magician himself.
Spiritual Deterioration: Evolved from one of Axiala’s earliest forms of offense and loosely based upon spiritual energy, the creators of Axiala believe that the power of deforming souls and consciousness would be a deadly force installed in a machine. The original laser-like weapon is thus equipped into every one of the Pathogenica bots. Upon impact what the Rokazu people believe to be the force that holds the soul stable is disrupted, causing it to collapse on itself. As the process continues, the target soul eventually disintegrates as the soul-stabilizing force weakens and the soul’s detached parts diffuse and loses its original personality, thought, and conscience. This process takes place so rapidly that it seems like souls are simply vanquished upon the contact with this offense. As improvements are made upon Pathogenica, the specified target against only souls attached to a living body widened to be effective against all kinds of spiritual existence.
Energy Consumption & Analysis: Axiala is able to absorb any kind of energy to fuel itself or to reject forcibly in an opposite direction as its own offense. Through absorbing the energy, Axiala is able to process and comprehend the nature of the energy, and reproduces it for its own use. Axiala can, when in need, absorb all of the existing energy within its desired area, creating an absolute-zero temperature field.
Energy Summons: In addition to its natural recirculation of energy through atomic recycle and radioactivity consumption, Axiala is able to draw upon energy from the Inner Planes. By doing so, Axiala is able to summon a massive amount of energy that can be used to manipulate its surroundings, even energy flow around it. By using this energy, Axiala can create various kinds of energy shield and even matter compression. Unlike the elemental energy that exists within the Inner Planes, however, Axiala can convert this energy into pure energy and thus improving its capabilities.
Subatomic Alchemy: Axiala can forcibly remove a proton, electron, or a neutron from an existing atom and hold the subatomic particle for its own use. This ability is known as the successful mastery of alchemy which many civilizations have attempted doing, allowing Axiala to accurately change the nature of an atom by injecting protons and neutrons into an existing one, creating different matters that it needs to use or breaking down atoms for emergency energy consumption or its own reconstruction.
Genetic Imprint: By invading cellular (unicellular or multi-cellular) organisms, Axiala can copy the organism’s genetic information, cellular structure, as well as imprinting copies of previously-obtained information into the cell. This is also one of the methods that Axiala reproduces itself, acting as a kind of “metallic virus.”
Temporal Activation: Through its years of exploration, one element of the Omniverse that the A.I. cannot comprehend or master is the Temporal Plane, or the plane or time. It can access the plane for only a few seconds, allowing it to travel back or forward in time for up to 3 seconds in space-time.
Planar Manipulation: By accessing the planar energy, Axiala is able to bend space for short moments for teleportation throughout the universe. Also, Axiala can create a planar hole that would absorb anything on the machine’s will into it, bringing it to a randomized position in the Omniverse, a desired point assigned by Axiala, or even compress the absorbed matter.
Astral Access: Axiala can also access use to the Astral Plane. By manipulating the Astral energy, the artificial intelligent can create lifelike organisms in the Physical Plane. Through its study on the conscience, Axiala has learned of the structure of a living intelligent. As a result, it can create a sort of bodiless mind of its own intelligence, and in turn inject it into an organism in order to disrupt its mental workings.
Infinity Recycle: A mathematician, the magician has found much confusion about the concept of zero and infinity. In the end, the man concludes that the world occur as a cycle of the two, each element recycling to the other after reaching a maximum point. The magician has found that, after reaching the absolute zero (of volume, energy, mass, density, and even space), if more of what should further lower the level of the cluster – for instance, energy – is forcibly injected into the cluster of absolute zero, the target would recycle for as long as 5 seconds back to its infinity, until its natural process reassume the progress and pushes it back to absolute zero. With much more energy now, however, Axiala is able to maintain the forcible recycle up to 30 seconds.
Functions Undefined: Space and matter interrelate with each other like a mathematical function. Although it is three-dimensional, like that in many functions, there are places at which space and matter become undefined. Axiala, having formulated that certain function, can forcibly make the situation occur, at as accurately as a subatomic level. For instance, by compressing matter into a virtual zero-point, a black hole can be created.
History:
“Sir,” three Rokazu Research Agency staffs stood in his doorway as the Magician answered the bell, “have you decided?”
The Magician considered for about a minute or so, and the three men waited patiently for his answer. Finally, the Magician nodded, releasing the breaths the three staffs held unconsciously. It wouldn’t take very long anyway. According to what they had told him, it would be used for defense. However he had no idea how reliable they could be. After all, the Magician resented much of the Rokazu people’s own technology, seeing them as unnecessary devices that altered the environment negatively. “Why,” he reasoned, “would one use machine when one has magic?”
It didn’t matter now. The Magician knew he was getting old. Participating in the research could only help protect his own people, as far as he could see. His skills might’ve dulled, his visions might’ve blurred, but the Magician was wiser than he was young. The Magician changed quickly, bade goodbye to his family and departed to the facility with the three men. No one knew of the project yet, or so they claimed. Government plans were usually spoiled long before it decided to publicize it. It was only that people did not dare opinionating before the government announced it.
The facility was relatively close to his own house. As the vehicle in which he traveled with the researchers exited the metropolitan, the research facility’s building grew gradually taller in the Magician’s eyes. It wasn’t very clear, but he could see it. Deep inside, the man felt something he had long since lost – excitement perhaps, since when was the last conflict over anyway? Rokazu overpowered other nations too much rarely any of their uprisings threatened the giant nation.
The Magician followed the researchers into the building, walking along a long hallway that led on seemingly forever. The group had to go through a few security doors, and it took much trouble since the Magician’s down identification was not exactly valid in the building. The researchers brought the man into a black-pitched room. Nothing could be seen aside from the faint light that was reflected from outside. The door closed soundlessly, and lights automatically turned on as the door gave a hiss noise, sealing the gap.
“Well?” The Magician asked.
“It’s right there” One of the researchers pointed toward a silver-colored cube that was on the other side of the glass barrier. The cube seemed no bigger than a finger nail from the distance. The Magician walked closer, shocked at what he was volunteering for. When he finally approached it, the cube’s dimensions and mass were seen labeled – it was 2 centimeters by 2 centimeters by 2 centimeters, weighing 11 grams.
“I-is there a mistake?”
“No sir,” The same researcher, named Bradley, answered, “This is it. This is our product.”
“B-but” The Magician protested, “It’s so small!”
“That’s what it’s meant for. Pathogenica isn’t to be a macro-technology; it’s micro-technology, sir” Bradley continued.
The Magician stared at the cube skeptically, doubtful that it could move itself at all. It had no limb, no wheel, no round side – nothing. It was simple metallic cube that sat upon the table in the laboratory.
“Explain how it works,” Said the Magician as he continued to look at the cube skeptically, and also amazed.
“Sir, when a central processor is installed,” Bradley began, “Pathogenica will be directly controlled by it. However, instead of a central point sending signal to the swarm, the central processor’s information is installed in every one of the robots, making it far more efficient than regular machines In addition, we’ve given it a teleportation grid – its signals will travel through that system. When programs are installed, the Pathogenica will disperse and begin its testing function.”
“So where do I come in?”
“Sir, your conscience imprint will be the central processor.”
“Ah.” The Magician gestured in enlightenment. “Does it have a name? The central processor, I mean.”
“Axiala, sir.”
“Axiala…” The Magician repeated the name softly – it was such an elegant name. On the other hand, Pathogenica sounded nothing less than destructive. Did the researchers name them purposefully like this?
“This way sir.” Bradley and the other two researchers led him to another room through a door, which hissed open the instant the Magician looked at its direction.
On the other side there was a chair in the middle of the chamber, otherwise the wall was white, like the rest of the facility. “What’s with researchers and whiteness anyway?” He wondered. The Magician proceeded to the chair and lay down on it as instructed. The researchers explained the process of the conscience replication process, which would leave him, according to the researchers, semi-conscious. He would know what was happening, but he would feel no pain, no itches, no burn, no cold – practically nothing physical.
The procession didn’t take long, but the Magician had no idea what they were doing. Occasionally he would see the researchers show him something, which he had no idea what they were. Finally, when he finally felt that his body belonged to him again, he heard Bradley’s voice telling him that he could get up. The Magician sat up immediately, realizing that the other two researches had hurried over to the panel that connected to the metallic cube. They busily tabbed in keys, occasionally sending magical pulses that glowed blue lights through the wire into the cube. It looked sophisticated, far more complex than magic in which he was an expert.
He noticed something happened to the cube – it seemed to have faded a bit. The researchers continued to input information into the cube. Finally, with one enthusiastic finally key, the inputting terminated. Next, the cube vanished into thin air.
“What in the name…” The Magician exclaimed.
“This is Pathogenica in its initial Final Stage.” Bradley explained. “As you can tell now, Pathogenica can disperse itself so loosely that it is impossible to see it with naked eye. The swarm can’t be seen with regular mechanical microscope either – only by electron microscopes can see it. Each robot is about the size of a lithium metal atom.”
Years pass…Family died, friends left, foes faded, history got lost, nation fell…The Rokazu nation was no more, but Axiala remained the same. In the beginning what was the purpose of the Intellect? For a century, the swarm protected its people from war by posing a mutual threat to the world, but in the end, Axiala couldn’t even protect his very own self. The magician passed away as his physical body decayed. What remained was the magician’s trapped conscience in this swarm of machines, neither living nor dead, nor undead. It was sadness that filled Axiala. But what gave it sadness?
In the universe it wandered, leaving behind the wretched world that was consumed in war, still believing that the mysterious mist was the cause of disputes. The people on that world were destined for destruction and extinct, so Axiala would have no more need in protecting any of the people…for even those he – it – protected would eventually fall and be forgotten. Axiala was to be a scientific and magical development the people on its world to be proud of, but all saw it as a misfortune. Yet no one was really at fault for fearing it, for Rokazu became arrogant…too arrogant, for controlling such weapon.
But in the end, who cared for the machine’s processor? To others, Axiala was no more than quadrillions and quadrillions of processing computer chips. Who understood the entrapment the conscience felt? For a mortal was supposed to die, Axiala could not. Yet death was not impossible for it; had it allow 40 years of inaction, all of Pathogenica would eventually die, and along with them Axiala. Yet with its growing pool of knowledge, unknown to even its creators, Axiala felt the need and duty to preserve such information. Such hypocrisy occupied its data pool, however large its memories may be.
Hence it decided that emotions were not necessary – that a machine like itself needed no such essence. With decades followed by decades of hesitation, Axiala decided to remove the imitations from its database, relocating it to a tertiary level of storage. However, in its various encounters with living beings, these imitations leaked out uncontrollably. Why did this occur? Was emotions meant for only souls? Axiala had no such thing. Why was it still feeling?
To be done…
OOC: I tried to make a back story (kinda continuing from the mood in the end of Axiala's history). But then...it may be just...pointless? lol
IC:
The man wandered on along the ruins of the city; yet another civilization decayed because of its technology. Darkness curtained the abandoned city as the lonely man traveled through the streets after streets where it was passable. Skyscrapers fallen, debris everywhere, the only person left in the city was not bothered by the total annihilation of the city, but that the people strived so long, for centuries and centuries, to find themselves destined for destruction.
Everything that related to mortal seemed to have an unchangeable cycle of creation and destruction. “Only if I had the power to stop this cycle,” thought the wanderer. Yet it was long since he realized that this was a phenomenon that had nothing to do with the laws of the physical universe – simply…a certainty of probability. People may escape their end, but it only meant that they evaded destruction for a short period of time.
The once-glorious city of Hong Kong now lay in ruins, shrouded by an impenetrable shell of darkness. Warfare had spread to this land of peace, and when that occurred, peace and trust ceased along with it – thus the unstoppable process towards destruction would begin. How long had Hong Kong thrived, the man did not care; there was nothing to investigate – all cities were as such; all worlds were as such. The man walked on and on, as though searching for something. He walked on relentless and tirelessly through the heart of what was once known to be the Central District.
Within miles there were no sign of life at all. There was only darkness; the man remained abnormally calm, strangely quiet, and inexplicably…fearless. It was as though he had no fear of what lurked behind the next chunks of debris – and that was true, for the man always walked on carelessly. After him, metallic elements suddenly began to fade away and decay. Occasional wind gusts masked the microscopic vibrations of those ruins.
Morning was only several hours away, but for the man, such duration was…long – very long indeed…For in this time span he could do so much. And yet he was simply walking. How…foolish.
