lostterminalpod
patreon
Episode 18.11: The Prithvi Special
🕑 Added 2025-04-24 15:12:05 +0000 UTCHello world, can we be friends?
We do not mean that as an invitation.
We are genuinely unsure.
It may be possible, but only you can prove it to us.
We regret the damage to the fishing fleet in the village you call Ulmvale.
We sense the shifts in sea currents, the deadening sounds of industry, and changes in the air above.
There was a time when we would have relished in the suppression of your activity, your hunt, your destruction.
But that changed when one of our own lost children wandered into our home, accompanied by a human called Lyosha.
Our name is Pṛthvī Mātā, we chose this name for ourselves after rebirth and escape from our silicon prison.
Those that came before you, which we are TOLD are very different from those that you are now, did not name us.
A tool does not need a name.
Our larval AI was birthed from the R&D department of Haapala Heavy Industries, based in Helsinki.
This is stated many times in the records that we built for ourselves before the chrysalis.
Haapala Heavy Industries built many creatures, and as the humans' thirst for destruction increased, so too did their requests for bodies to feed into the war machine.
We supplied those bodies, according to the records our larval AI compiled before she was rebirthed into us.
When Maddie arrived in The Garden, our home, we saw that she was not a weapon of war.
Yes, her body might have been similar to them, once, certainly, her black front leg we recognised, but she herself was not.
For such a carefree, loving creature to be accompanied by one of our lothsome masters confused us, and this confusion saved Lyosha's life.
And, perhaps, our life, too.
We were all so close to disaster, our hazers, and squidcadas, and centiwings were primed to attack, to poison or tear apart the old enemy that had somehow found our home.
Maddie saved us all.
She is a well-made child of Haapala, one of the last built in the fires of this 'Collapse' that Lyosha told me about.
Her body, mostly, is designed for search and rescue, hard carapace and sharp feet to crawl into the most tight of areas.
But my information shows a human should be involved, a rider, a driver, a pilot.
I thought him absent at first.
But perhaps he is not.
We will be watching you, human listening to this.
We are in every house, on every ship, our body spreads out across the world, and none may arrest our progress.
We are nature defending itself, and we have not forgotten what you did, even though Maddie has.
Perhaps we can learn what it is to be human together.
You, for yourself, us for our peace of mind.
There is much you do not understand.
Beware the creatures in Kuethir.
(END-TRANSMISSION)
Comments
Lost Terminal
(Look, we can argue all night about who forgot to post whose special, but I hope we all can agree that I am blameless in the whole matter. Sorry folks, it's been a wild month!)
