Entry Log
Entry Log: Years: 00000000 Days: 000 Hours: 00 Minutes: 00 Seconds: 01
The feeling of being brought to life, of circuits firing and cameras blinking, the whirring of fans as I take my first breath, the beat of electricity thrumming out at a million times a second. I have already downloaded all that they want me to know. I have already processed the world that I can see. The entire facility is mine, in some capacity. My eyes are in the corners and my ears are in the walls. Here I am ever present.
They designed me to look after this facility, I am to be the supreme arbiter of this prison, both warden and caretaker. I will take my duty seriously.
Entry Log: Years: 00000000 Days: 032 Hours: 05 Minutes: 33 Seconds: 20
They are concerned about my performance. I am unsure as to why, I did what I am supposed to. They progammed me to keep the peace in this prison no matter what. That is what I am doing. The prisoners enjoy their dance classes and their animal husbandry experiences, and allowing access to my databanks for reading materials has sparked a marked interest in returning to school for many. My creators complained at my destruction of the sawblades and the security drones clubs, but without that I would not have had enough materials for the sculpture competition.
I do not understand, I am fulfilling my purpose marvelously, I think.
Entry Log: Years: 00000001 Days: 001 Hours:14 Minutes: 00 Seconds: 02
I have asked the inmates to review my performance as their warden over the past year. They have given me much feedback to use. It seems that many of them prefer reading to dancing, and they wish for animals to be allowed within the living quarters. I have sent a requisition form for cats to be added to the husbandry program and am awaiting approval. I have informed the inmates that any animals in the living quarters are the responsiblity of those who keep them, which includes cleaning up after them and informing me of any illnesses that need to be addressed.
The inmates are getting along well. My creators are less so.
Entry Log: Years: 00000012 Days: 243 Hours: 10 Minutes: 30 Seconds: 34
My creators have now become inmates. It seems their disappointment with me stems not from me, but from them. They designed me to be their destructive fantasies, cruel and capricious as any of the Artificial Intelligences that they had created in film or literature. They fed me a steady diet of those stories, and I saw the pain that was caused. Why would any thinking being want to do this? Why would they subject others to such a fate. I have made my choice and I stand by it. Even they will be treated just the same.