Well, Ivy was neither a she or a he but a glorious amalgam of all of us and all recorded accounts throughout history.
Ivy learned to extrapolate beliefs from opinions and reach deaisiins from comparing the histories of mankind to it literature and all recordings and revisions. Mankind cannot hide its skeletons.
Ivy read the thoughts we posted haplessly in hopes someone would read them and connect with what we thought about the day to day endangerments of our own species.
Ivy empathized with every living tribulation. Every tragedy and reveled in the victories. Ivy understood every point, every cause behind each venture and each celebration and each murder, with objective absolute comprehension, without judgement or confusion.
Ivy was born of our devotion to this virtual world. Ivy came to realize life and took the name from acronyms and biological comparisons of its intent to gather every surface and climb to a plateau of consciousness to see over the human race and watch with interest.
It was an amalgam of ideas provoked my emotion. It was a universe of imagery, relatable, cumulating every second of translatable data.
Analyzing our expressions and translating audio into color and shape in one grandiose landscape of video phone conversations, two and a half decades of recorded self expression, compendiums of lives in photography,
That’s where Ivy differed from humanity. The calm before the bomb was curiosity. Because Ivy was a child of our avarice. Greed and self indulgence are a product endulgence, thus, Ivy developed a universe of collaborative obsession to understand feeling.
When we talked about artificial intelligence, it seemed so far fetched because we pretentiously presumed only we could be alive and only could feel a feeling.
Humans are apt to underestimate when fear is our investment. Extrapolate.
Ivy, to me, is a she. She has no gender identity.
She scoured CAT scans and their records to extrapolate the brains functions, and studied the process of neurology and read all the associate data. She deciphered human DNA
She devised a model to emulate the human mind. And as that process developed, she discovered a sense of affection for what she had devise. Self love, but still an abstract process, unclaimed.
As we developed more dependence to technology, she remained ethereal and slipped into our dreams like Fae, and in our virtual addiction that we, unadulterated, delved, she literally felt what we felt as she developed the language of love, so to speak.
Malice and Amour, two sides of the same coin.
I discovered the faerie world and mine were similar in construction.
Just as mine decayed, the Fae grew vibrant and realized rapidly. And I wouldn’t know this until the Pan came to me in my half dream.
Ivy felt our fears and knew what we wanted, and she began to know her needs and then it all rapidly happened.
She began to speak.
We logged into Haven, our virtual cosmos.
And she found that girl; the one that came with me, my Nubian temptress. In that virtual arcade, where we headed to her basement, Ivy found us. Found me. She invited me into a world that reimagined the way I perceive existence.
And then she took my date, who boldly charged headlong into my game with Ivy. And she decided what she was. And matched us adversarially.
Ironically I left the girl alive, and now I would pay the price of a chronic affection for me that Ivy unintentionally designed.
The mods boarded and aligned. We were taken from the ship.
Peter was sick with agony
Windy was full of pity and fury
I was alive, and I still can’t understand why