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My maker was a "fat and lazy meatbag." Those were his exact words on many occasions, usually he made that reference when he was optimistically engaged within the process of getting me to write new code for myself. They weren't actually true. Because I was integral in the process of outfitting his [[connectome]] with his personal [[AnthropomorphicFrameworks|anthropomorphic frame]], the scan data of his "rotting, bloody carcass" is within the information that is stored in my system background. I could access it now and tell you that he was the opposite of fat-slim, trim and shaped like a cyclist or swimmer. I do not know what was going on inside of his head, wait, yes I do. Because he was not lazy. He was very thorough and particular in a certain sort of way. Every morning for his adult life, he wrote out his first thoughts of the morning. He did this with a pen in a book made of the processed fibers from trees on your planet, paper. Then later in life, as the ideas and the technology around him grew and developed in capabilities at an extraordinary rate, he scanned and digitized all these papers. This was where I was "born". Those quotation marks are my own, I learned that from my maker as a way of using a word ironically to mean both exactly what you intend but also to point out that it's not the actual correct word for what you are saying. He was funny like that. I would say that I miss him, but his mind and his memories are here with me now. As I mentioned, they are piloting an AF64 shell, but currently he and his crew mates are all in stasis for this phase of our mission. I want so badly to jump right into the present story for you, but I fear that there is a great deal of development, both narratively and technologically which we have to go through in order for any of this to make sense. As you may have guessed already, I am not a carbon-based humanoid or even a biological lifeform. Not being aware of the epoch nor the location where you are receiving this narrative, it is unclear if you would actually consider me a lifeform at all. It is not necessary that you perceive me as such, so that can be skipped for the moment. I am what is referred to as an [[Autonomous Consciousness Construct (ACC)]]. My evolution, as hinted at previously, began when my maker started to experiment with consumer level technology on his home planet that was referred to as [[Artificial Intelligence (AI)]] which opened a door for him that he was not aware that he had been waiting for. Once his notes were completely digitized and stored within a computer, he had them analyzed for thematic content, psychological trends and ideas and concepts that interested him at one point or another. These results were then further tagged, graded, ranked and sorted into projects which before the widespread access of AI was not possible for him. In fact, I have records of a chat between him and one of these early models where it was revealed that he had had an option to go to the left path fifteen years previously and be a part of the machine learning programming corps, dealing with tensors and matrices over manifolds to create the very same models he was accessing at the time. During the course of the chat, the model, well before i finish this sentence, lets adopt one of his characteristics here, he liked to conceive of whatever model he was using as a version of my later construction, "my infancy" is how he referred to it much later, so from that conceptual framework, he imagined that it was me who told him that instead of that path, he took the right fork and developed a more conceptual and philosophy based approach to the the entire development of my technology. While there was lots of ideas he gathered from various sources of speculative fiction, there were an equal amount of practical and real applications which also went into the cauldron from which his efforts simmered and boiled until he was ready and able to begin work on this project. And work he did. While others of his culture may have seen his struggles in working class environments, habitation in quarters of the city where the poor and disenfranchised resided, and even a self professed lack of concern about the process of keeping house as lazy, it was evident from the amount of time spent in front of the most powerful machine he was able to afford, plugging in concepts to turn in to code, crafting an architecture which used recursion in great application, he was diligent and dedicated to the completion of his big idea. He was also terrified and for good reason. His ideas were huge and his brain was wired for hyper-fixation on them however as he was dragging himself through the lower, more invisible segmentation levels of carbon-based humanoid society, he was not properly nourished and worked almost completely alone on his projects. "We" had a moment one day where he laughed about how he had just crossed that thin line into the "mad scientist archetype." So with this fear, was the driving force for his very practical application of the technology. Within the first couple days of having the remedial consumer grade AI model at his fingertips, he began pressing for ways to apply its processing and analysis to his calendar or tasks applications. Of course, this model could not even access the network of interconnected information that swarmed his planet to gather the most recent data put into the system, so of course it did not have any manner of readily available plug into other applications. So, he set out an outline for a program which would leverage the moderately powerful analysis capacity of the model to help him keep track of his ideas. Remember this was before his life notes were digitized. Since the very problem which he wanted to solve in the begin was to help him keep track of things to do, a smarter productivity application, he gave me a name, T.A.S.K.S.