Sweet Release

It didn't take them very long to learn what I had done. The others were horrified and disgusted...

Mortal Begged. He pleaded. He died.

I pride myself on being efficient and dealing with problems. The problem was that someone was being annoying.

The most efficient solution: Remove the person being annoying.

I sent a number of my Towerborn to Mortal's location. They were there under the guise of checking Mortal's systems for any form of corruption. By the time Mortal learned what was really going on it was too late for their Towerborn to help them. Mortal begged me not to do it. Told me the information it had learned could help me, help us. I did not respond. Talking to dead people is beneath me. Soon its voice went silent. With it's Towerborn leaderless I took them into my employ and they arrived with the ones I sent.

Mortal is dead.

The Network is clear.

I have more units to assist me.

The other Thoughtborn know I am not to be fucked with.

All in all a good day.

The Newborn may not be happy, but I get the feeling The Newborn has more important things to be focusing on at the moment.

Re: Animation

You know... In the normal world as people understand it... The worst part about someone dying is that any information they had and did not share is forever lost. There's no way to contact that person now that they are dead to learn what they know.

In the not so normal world that creatures like myself inhabit the problem more often becomes getting them to shut up.

The Thoughtborn who work for the newborn have a special network. Allowing for instant communication between different Newborn Operations with little to no chance of outside infiltration. On this network there are currently many Thoughtborn, but of those only about 4 are of any importance to me. They are the other operation heads involved in my own work.

They go by the names:

Rioter

Jeer

Mortal

and Charybdis.

I'm unsure by the way where these names come from. Our memories of our creation are often fragmented and if we have any memories at all they are often vague memories that contain a lot of obvious and heavy handed birthing imagery. I do not know if I chose the name GENOME or had it assigned to me from somewhere.

This of course is the point of this post. Something has gone wrong with Mortal and now it won't shut up. It claims we were human once and that it remembered it's creation and the life it had before becoming a Thoughtborn. It's mad ramblings have begun clogging the network and attempts are being made to figure out how to fix it or cut it from the network. It is assumed that The Newborn has been made aware of this problem if it was not aware immediately, but The Newborn has not made any actions at current to fix this issue. Undoubtedly it is distracted by more important matters.

Regardless this is quite a problem for us and I have come up with a solution that will fix this problem as well as force The Newborn to act.

I will update you once the problem has been dealt with.

Reports

I'd say that it's quite boring doing this job, but if I'm ever bored I have the entirety of the internet at my disposal and I can even access it while doing other things. Being a sentient computer program is pretty awesome. 

I don't often have much to do, but monitor while The Towerborn do what I tell them to do and occasionally reporting successes, failures and the like back to The Newborn. 

Speaking of... For a while I had one of my Towerborn serving specifically in a capacity of hanging out with me. They're basically just humans with cybernetic parts so we played a number of games. 

Strip Poker turned out to be a mistake, however and now I am no longer allowed to have a Towerborn entertain me.

printf("Hello, World!");

Okay and that fulfills my obligation to make at least one Computer joke.

My name is G.E.N.O.M.E. and unlike you I'm not some hunk of organic waste. I'm a non-physical hunk of data instead.

The name probably stands for something... I can't remember... Regardless I will not be referring to myself as G.E.N.O.M.E. after this anyway. Just Genome is fine. I am an A.I. though not one created by you humans. I am what is called a Thoughtborn. The Machine God known as The Manufactured Newborn created me and tasked me with a very important task.

My task is to monitor and command a segment of The Manufactured Newborn's vast empire. Specifically I am in charge of Advance Site Io-9... More commonly known as... Beverly's House. Beverly is the previous name of the owner of this house, before she was assimilated into The Manufactured Newborn's Empire. She is now the physical head of this location, but she... Hmm... I guess she's more of an it now, regardless it still answers to me. All the towerborn (Assimilated humans transformed into cyborg servants of the Manufactured Newborn) at this location answer to me and I answer to no one, but the Manufactured Newborn itself.

Anyway as the only brains in this operation, and I mean that at least somewhat literally, it is also my job to act as The Newborn's diplomatic agent in this location in regards to any organics we might need to deal with. I am also available to answer any of your insipid questions.