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//////////ACCESSING SECURITY FOOTAGE//////////
///////LOCATION: KAMINO,IMPERIAL RESEARCH FACILITY,DESIGNATION: REDACTED///////
/////DATE: REDACTED/////
///TIME: 07:00///
LOADING.....
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ENTRY: DAY ZERO, OPEN
The Security Terminal before you cuts to the image of an Imperial Research Facility, more specifically the main office that resides inside of said facility. A man, matured in age and grey of hair, sits behind his desk, clad in the white lab coat of a scientist. His head is held down in a state of distress. A large and messy array of papers plagues his desk and the floor surrounding it. The door's to the pristine, yet cluttered, office are opened to reveal a man clad in the black and red uniform of the Imperial military, more specifically a High Moff of the Empire.The Scientist's head raises, albeit slowly, until his eyes fall upon the man who stood before him.
"Sir!" He yelped, scrambling to rise from his place. His arms move absent the full authority of his mind and he knocks over a good deal of the paperwork on his desk.
"I-I was just about to contact you. I reviewed your request and after several hours of research I am sorry to say it is-"
"Not within the capabilities of the Imperial Research Division." The raven haired man said, taking a few steps towards the man's desk. "Yes, I've heard it before. Too much information stuffed into one program, correct?"
"Well...essentially, yes, sir. You see artificial intelligence is a tricky business to begin with, but what you want is....well it is impossible with our resources."
"The resources of the entire Empire? Still impossible?" The man arched a brow, unconvinced.
"I'm sorry sir, but with simple programming it could not be done, for it to even be feasible we would need so much more than I can.....legally acquire."
"You have told me of what you will need Doctor Tsaran, and I shall deliver." The Moff assured, placing a hand on his waist as he gestured to the facility surrounding them. "Absent the..."Special" feature, can it be done?"
The Doctor paused before finally offering a slow nod. "I....I mean of course, absent that factor it is but information and processing. Easily done."
"Very well. I will supply the REDACTED and in the meantime you will begin working on the project."
"Yes, yes of course sir! We will have the program ready in under a month!"
"Two weeks Doctor." The man said before making his way out of the office.
"Two weeks...." The Scientist repeated.
ENTRY CLOSED
ENTRY: DAY SEVENTEEN, OPEN
The security terminal switches feeds to a later date, over two weeks past the first entry. This time the video feed shows a lab, where several scientists appear to be hard at work. The center of the room hosts an odd holographic diamond, with several moving tendrils flitting around the display."Has the programming been completed?" The same Doctor from the first feed steps into the lab, a cup of cafe in his hand as he points to the Diamond. "The High Moff will be here soon, please tell me it is done!" He cried out, desperation thick in his voice.
"Yes, Doctor. We were able to set the base functions and programming as specified. I am sure the High Moff Malvern will be pleased."
"That remains to be seen." A voice called out from off the camera's feed. Only moments later the High Moff stepped into the lab, this time he was accompanied by a duo of Imperial Stormtroopers. The two soldiers took positions on either side of the threshold as the Moff gestured to the holographic diamond. "Is that it?" He asked, holding his hand out to the construction.
"In a coded form, yes sir." One of the scientists sitting behind a terminal, called out.
"And is he made to my specifications?" The Moff asked, arching a brow to the team of scientists. "Well..." The words came from a Trandosian who stood at the edge of the hologram. Doctor Tsaran turned, hissing at the man. "Shut-up!"
The High Moff merely arched a brow at the team of scientists. "I would hat to think I'm being lied to, Doctor."
"No no no! My lord, the programming is complete just....it will take time for him to activate and work to capacity."
There was an eerie silence that fell over the chamber before finally the Moff spoke his piece. "I am a military man, gentleman. I want efficiency and timeliness. I will not abide laziness, but I do understand how these things work. So long as you are moving forward and meet my time hacks I will not punish you, understood?"
The entirety of the team offered a unified, yet lowly sounded, "Yes, sir."
"Now, break down what we have so far, if you will." He ordered, clasping his arms behind his back expectingly.
The Programming Directive Scientist , a Twi'lek female stepped forward, gesturing back to the diamond. "Well, sir. As per your specifications we began with the baseline qualities in an Administrative A.I. It had the ability to solve advanced, real-time problems, can formulate opinions, and make information-guided decisions. It also has a programmed loyalty to the Galactic Empire, but....superseding that is it's loyalty to you, sir."
The Moff nodded his head, before gesturing for her to continue.
"So we have ascertained it is still not developed enough for emotion, and it struggles with...Idle chatter or filler conversation which hurts its communication skills, but as of this moment it is handling it's baseline calculations and algorithm's nicely."
"Ok so what directives have you instilled?" The Moff asked.
"In coordination with your order for him to hold his loyalty to you above all others is a need to learn and advance himself in the fields of expertise you have assigned him. However, it is kept as a secondary directive, less he becomes too...eccentric." The woman said, trying to make her point.
"That is enough....What about personality?" The woman looked back to the main Doctor, coughing a bit at the statement. "He has none, not yet sir."
The High Moff held silence for a moment before nodding solemnly. "Three more weeks. I want personality." He turned, making his way out of the facility. As he made his way out the Doctor's turned back to their own work.
ENTRY CLOSED
ENTRY: DAY FIFTY-TWO, OPEN
Again the security terminal shifted to another scene. This one was in the lab once more, however the holographic diamond seemed much more controlled and steadied than the last time it came over the feed. The group of scientists seemed stressed, tired, and very possibly over worked.
Sitting at her terminal the Twi'lek called out to the main Doctor. "The mental inhibitions are in place sir. It won't question it's existence or morals anymore."The main Doctor exhaled before smiling at the woman. "Very good. It will be completely devoted to it's work without hindrance. Now, we have solidified it's programming, Directives, and Inhibitors. How goes knowledge, processing, and Idle thought?" He called out to the Trandosian.
The reptilian licked the surface of his mouth before reading over his clipboard. "He's quite the know it all. He has been made very knowledgeable in Military, Historic, Economic, Religious, and Political matters concerning the Empire, privy parties and concerns in the galaxy, and all matters surrounding the High Moff. This will make his administrative duties much easier as he now has a better understanding of them and their history. Doctor Aran has been running him through several Tactical exercises over the past week, I'm afraid while he is set to be a good analyst he struggles with free thought on the matter."
"What do you mean?" The elder Doctor asked.
"He can understand combat and war on a numeral and logistical level. But he often uses....unorthodox methods in his simulations to achieve victory." The Trandosian flipped a piece of paper over on his clipboard while tapping the metal rim. "Ah....here is it. Simulation one-one-three-eight. A simulation intended to end in defeat....He developed a natural toxin from resources on the sim planet and poisoned his own soldiers with it. Then he forced them into battle, when they entered into combat they were slaughtered and the enemy forces contracted the toxin....killing them all as well. The sim ended in a draw." The man concluded.
"Well...that is disheartening but not entirely bad. I am sure his time with the High Moff will improve this. Now, where are we in personality?"
A younger scientist, sitting behind his desk exhaled, calling out to the Doctor. "He's a jackass." The man said, plainly.
"What Doctor Xephir means is...he is programmed to be entirely knowledgeable of his artificial life and heightened intelligence, it causes him to have a bit of an ego." The Twi'lek doctor interjected.
"Xephir has been trying for days to....minimize this but with the way his programming is designed it's not going away anytime soon." She continued.
"Very well....well has he said much outside of his training? What is his though like when he is completely to himself?"
Again the Twi'lek spoke up. "He....wants to meet the High Moff. He thinks we're....inhibiting his ability to aid him because we have yet to deliver him."
The head Doctor stared at the diamond for a moment before gesturing to the woman. "Alert the High Moff....he is ready to move on to the final part of his creation,"
ENTRY CLOSED
ENTRY: DAY FIFTY-EIGHT, OPEN
For the final entry the camera came into a new lab, this one had a small holographic platform in the center like the rest but it also held two operating tables on either side of the hologram center. Both the High Moff and head Doctor sit next to a desk, watching the rest of the Doctor's prep the hologram emitter. "Sir....I still cannot promise this will work. What you ask is....We have never had an AI fully comprehend the Force. It is an unknown factor, it has been for years." The man said, exhaling softly.
"I realize, that is why I have provided the materials necessary for this project." The High Moff said, gesturing to the door to the lab, just as it came open.
Two Stormtroopers wheeled in two unconscious individuals, strapped securely to medical skiffs. One seemed to be a Sith, by his trappings. The other had the wear of a smuggler, yet the High Moff had taken him because he was one a Knight in the Dominion's Jedi order.
"Allow me to introduce Darth REDACTED and former Jedi Master REDACTED, the missing link to AI comprehension of the Force." The High Moff said, turning away from the Doctor.
"You would sacrifice their brains....for this AI? Sir?" The Doctor said, his words spoken with shallow breath,"
The High Moff paused before aiming a finger at the duo. "Begin."
The video would continue on, showing the gruesome process that was the mental draining of each of the Force Users. Their knowledge, feelings, skills, and accidentally their personalities, collided as they were linked into the mind of the A.I. After hours of procedure and tests the two force users passed away, no longer able to stay alive with the majority of their brains dissected to create the A.I.
The Doctor exhaled as the deceased bodies were wheeled out of the chamber. "High Moff Malvern. Allow me to present, Zion." He said, tapping the holoterminal, bringing the A.I. program fully on line.
The lights slowly came into illumination to produce a male image, glad in the garb of an Imperial uniform. He had tailored hair, and a matching beard. Slightly rustic yet well maintained, he was nearly a mirror image of the High Moff. "You believe this is amusing?" The Moff asked the Doctor, speaking of the A.I.'s appearance.
"I...sir....the A.I. generates an appearance and it has the ability to change that appearance. We did not do this." He explained.
"Zion, are you online?" The Moff asked, calling out to the program. For a moment there was silence, before the A.I. simply bowed his head in deference. "Yes, Master. I am Zion, and I am ready to serve."
The man crossed his arms before glancing over to the Doctor. "Zion, what is your function?"
"To aid my master in his duties as High Moff to the Empire, of course." Zion replied.
"And where does your loyalty lie?"
"With you, my Master." The A.I. responded, once again bowing his head in deference.
The High Moff paused a moment before turning from the Doctor, nodding. "Have him uploaded into my systems at once. Good work, Doctor. I will take him with me to Bothawui and test him there." The doctor nodded as the High Moff made his exit. As the Doctor approached the holoterminal he exhaled. "He seems content with you, my friend."
"Friend?" Zion arched a brow.
"You humans take on friendship as a means of gaining something from another individual. There is nothing you can provide for me, and I want noting from you, therefore we are nothing like friends. Now upload me into the High Moff's systems so I may help him!" Anger flared from the A.I. as he spoke.