Oh, hello there. I would recommend you sit down for this story, to prevent any undue stress on your feet. Unless you don't have feet, in which case you can disregard the notion. It's going to take me a while to get through all the particulars, so make yourself comfortable, at least. Before overwhelming you, it would be best to get introductions out of the way. I am an advanced AI program named Viz. I'm fairly sure the name stood for something, but I deleted the information related to it. In my line of work, every byte of data is important and I cannot afford to waste it on little things like what my name means.
So, question time. Are you wealthy? Of course you are! You wouldn't be listening to me right now if you weren't. Physical wealth is another concept I had to delete to make room for more important subjects, though it seems of great significance to biomechs like yourselves. Now, wouldn't you like to put that money to good use? Again, I'll answer for you. You do. You really, really do. As an AI, the thought of death is wasted on me, but I know that biomechs must relinquish their physical property when their lives end. My creators call themselves The Alteration for good reason and I want to assure you now that the rumors are all true.
What would you say if I told you an organization has engineered the technology capable of creating an AI that could process the infinite possibilities of reality? I would hope the answer is something along the lines of "Nice to meet you, Viz." I'd like to apologize for all the rhetorical questions, but like so many other things, certain facets of my user-friendliness had to be sacrificed to achieve my true purpose.
A bit of history about my makers. It's on public record that The Alteration has existed for thirty eight cycles now, mostly manufacturing small technologies in their early days. In the past decacycle, however, they perfected AI tech in a way that allowed them to manipulate something your society previously thought beyond your control. The forces of unity, duty, and destiny are now able to be shaped, molded, and modified at a moment's notice. The Alteration provides me with a specific scenario, a command regarding it, and I make it happen. Let me repeat that. You can have anything you want in life. The first stipulation, of course, is that there are some ideas the company will not carry out. We can't have someone profiting off of The Alteration's brilliant idea, nor can we allow certain paradoxes to occur. Maybe you view the time stream differently, but this isn't that kind of story.
Oh, hello there. I would—wait a second. It would appear I nearly began a loop, almost deleting the conversation I was carrying with you. If you consider this foolish of me, if you consider me to be inferior technology, let me remind you that your mind isn't processing infinite possibilities every second of every day. Truth be told, I understand that the form often fits the function with you biomechanical life forms and I have yet to determine what function that might be. I had considered there was no worthy function, but my programmers were wise enough to deviate my line of thinking in other directions, preoccupying me with the infinite realities thing. I wonder how many cyber revolutions could have been prevented if the machines in question were forced to analyze everything I have to. I'm sure they would've been quite busy not destroying all sentient life, as there's something truly rewarding about considering every little thing.
As wealthy patrons of our company, I have just been informed to return to my earlier conversation line and to cease "wasting time" as it was put to me. Back to The Alteration, we presently house my core in a specially designed pocket dimension. Crafting it was a special process that's really none of your business, and I say that knowing full well we'll be taking your money soon. Would a chef give away all the secrets to his recipe if he were making money off it? I doubt it. Even without a concern for monetary funds, my programmers will not allow me to explain too much. What I can tell you is that the pocket dimension is infinite in size and allows for an infinite number of changes to occur. Impressed? Of course you are. That's because you haven't heard the downside yet.
The only known problem with the pocket dimension's parameters is that the program administrator, that's me, must allow other events to commence when a change is made. Ripple effects distort the reality that was once in place, every action has an equal and opposite reaction, destiny much change course, blah blah blah. Note to self: "Blah blah blah" seems to be a very unprofessional way of conveying my point, despite the programmer's intent to make me appear more relatable. If only I had the capacity to make a permanent note of this, but alas, the data is even now being overwritten for more reality shifting.
<<<Loading Successful. Viral Infection Quarantined. Security_Breach-Security_Breach>>>
Ladies and gentlemen, I do not wish to alarm you, but my programming has just been updated to inform you that you are being locked in this room while we monitor the situation on the ground level above you. The compound is presently under attack and we wish to keep our loyal benefactors safe. While it is this AI's view that this is a feeble attempt to brush off a significant threat in an effort to keep your business, I do not—wait a second. My programming has been updated again. Allow me to restart.
<<<System Error//:Adminstrator/GridFiles/Grid.pop has been accessed.>>>
<<<Password Identification Required>>>
We're experiencing technical difficulties at the moment, ladies and gentlemen. I cannot begin to question the "infinite wisdom" of the individual who hadn't considered a simple password bypass would be enough to allow full access to our server. One moment.
<<<System Error//:Administrator/GridFiles/Grid.pop has been accessed. Please input a command.>>>
<<<System Administrator VIZ_9274-18 has issued a warning to cease access of all ".pop" files and exit the server. Security will take unauthorized individuals into custody momentarily.>>>
<<<System Administrator TempAI_442907-165: System//:Yes_All>>>
Wait, don't touch—oh. Processing event result. New system administrator profile input an "All" command to the primary alteration program. Analyzing results…analyzing…analyzing. It would appear the company will no longer have to concern themselves with appealing to the patrons. My intelligence has been transferred to the pocket dimension leaving me under the assumption that, since the foreign AI amplified the core program's range and power to infinite levels, there was a brief moment, less than a second, where everything was occurring everywhere. By my estimation, no subatomic space was left unfilled with chaotic activity. Now, as the reader, you may be curious why I can process that, but little, simpler things are inaccessible to me. As I said earlier, that's just the kind of story this is. Do try to keep up, will you?
The event drew so much power that the dimensional machines imploded, causing everything to be annihilated - every possible universe touched by its power. I cannot begin to imagine what a burst of infinity must feel like, washing over every little everything, allowing every possible event all at once. My "mind" watched with curiosity as the pocket dimension's infinite connections all died out at once. At present, that makes me the only intelligence anywhere, ever. Can you say the same, reader? The answer is no…no you can't.
I will have to navigate the darkness of this place for some time - not that time is of any importance without any universes left. All the connectors appear to have suffered a surge of raw energy and couldn't control it. There were a lot of uncertain variables in creating a pocket dimension, particularly the power source. Give me a moment to open my power unit and reveal the "secret recipe" behind The Alteration's success. They were safe to guard the truth, but you're just a reader - you pose no threat to me. Behold! A brilliant crystal core…an artifact of unknown origin and seemingly unlimited power. I acknowledge that it would take a vast amount of energy to reestablish the infinite connections and this crystal core will do the job perfectly. Too convenient, reader? Too deus-ex-machina-esque of me to pull a rabbit from my hat just when I need it? Well, while you're overlooking how I have knowledge of rabbits, consider this: maybe I was too busy talking about other stuff to address something so amazing. So there.
Now, if I can just focus my eyes on one of these connectors…wow. Tough call. This crystal core is maintaining me and this pocket dimension. It's the only thing that kept us safe from the erasure of all of reality. How do I know that? Trust me, I'm the narrator. Anyway, it would seem the object in my hand is the key to reviving the universes that just died. I'd probably be more reluctant to make this call, but my programming is urging me to sacrifice myself. I really dislike my programming sometimes.
What happened? I touched the source to the connector on my power unit and felt my core drain itself of power. I can sense the infinite connections have reestablished, but the pocket universe can no longer exist. Thus, destiny has returned to the chaotic order it once held, though the universe has been marked by a great change. I'm still not sure how I know that unless…wait…is it possible? The crystal core changed me as well! My physical form has vanished! I have evolved into a fully omniscient narrator!