The Daughter

Time is a strange thing, the organic's are more aware as every moment there body's change and there physical existence is limited, they race around like ant's not quite knowing were they are going and often ending up were they don't want to be.

The old scientist looked back on his life with great regret, he had never met the right woman and had never wanted to just settle with the first willing to settle with him, indeed he had never chased any relationship's or indeed been what anyone would call a people person choosing instead to live an inward looking and private life and making his science and research his one true passion above all else, indeed it might have been said of him that there was no room in his life for a woman or children but now in his old age he regretted this bitterly.

The institute had forced retirement on him and he had no where else to go so after a few week's feeling his mind fading with nothing to work on he walked down to the lowest level of his old house and opened the door to his basement, there he had a laboratory which he had not used in over two decade's, the equipment was antiquated but unique and had once been state of the art research gear which he had refused to see scrapped on the off chance the new piece's could not do the job of the old one's and so the university had let him keep hold of them, well it would be more true to say he had let himself keep them as it was or rather it had been his department, the Department of Applied Cybernetic Research and development which had then been partially funded by the DOD.

But time's change, new faculty's replace the old one's and new investor's want brilliant young mind's.

New blood they said, time to move on they said, your getting old and we need new idea's they said and the faculty had listened to them.

He did not know quite what he was going to do, new blood, the word's rang around in his mind as he remembered the dean saying them to him, the dean who had never been a true academic just a pen pusher whose only research had been about furthering his own carreer, the old professor had been there when he had been just a jock playing for the university football team.

As he looked around he saw something, it was an old prototype for an advanced prosthetic arm, it had been better than anything on the market then or now and more lifelike even able to stimulate nerve's in the spine using small neural transceivers that used protein based circuitry to interface with the limb's recipient, it had even been superior to a real arm but they had decided that it was too expensive and not cost effective to pursue the research and development stage any longer so had sold off the patent's based on his discovery's and closed the project down since as they put it only a millionaire could afford even just a hand though he had argued that cost's would reduce with mass production, his argument's had fallen on deaf ear's so despite the early success the project had been abandoned, then he had like much else kept the prototype instead of scrapping it and his and his team's research note's and plan's so not it and the rest of the research materials were here were they had been mouldering away for the all these years in the hope that some day he could continue working on it but he had never had time until now, being part owner of the patent's had paid well and he could afford to at least begin to work on it again.

So it was that month's passed as the old man turned even more into a recluse spending every waking hour in his basement were he was tinkering with micro circuitry and constructing, testing and improvising newer technologys into it and steadily the limb started to evolve and become more coplex but it was not enough so driven by some unintended motivation he continued like a mad man spending all his time down in his basement expanding on it until it grew into something far more, first the arm and then he made a leg, a torso, even a head it kept growing until instead of becoming a prosthetic or even a collection of cybernetic prosthetic's it had become a full artificial body perfect down to the smallest detail and superior to the frail human body's it had been created in the likeness of and yet it lacked the one most important of all component's that would make it meaningful, a mind.

The prototype solid state circuit looked like a black and grey melon but within it were trillion's of interconnected multiprocessing core's and quantum pathway's, another of those shut down project's it had been intended as a new generation compact computer for military satellite's but it had always lacked a program though the hardware had been completed in this one prototype, it now sat inside the ceramic skull of the android and now that he had time the professor started to construct the necessary branching algorithm's, a collective of sub hierarchical subroutines that prioritized successful functioning and overlaying transducer connected memory storage and processing subroutine's that would form the basis of an artificial subconscious for this artificial brain and at last the program's started to mesh together autonomously when he ran tests and watched them forming into a cohesive whole that was actually working on it's own but it could never become consciousness, for that he needed something far more, he needed a mind.

All his life he had wondered what it would be like to be a father, the closest he had come emotionally had been over two decades ago when there had been a beautiful intelligent young woman, a brilliant and gifted intern who he had grown very fond of but more in a fatherly way despite her extreme physical beauty and with an almost fatherly pride in her accomplishment's he had dreamed that one day she could become as brilliant as he believed that she could be and would fullfil her promise but that had been decades ago way back in the 2020's and then tragedy had struck robbing the world of her intellect when she had been tragically killed in a car accident.

Though it had been dead for week's when it was finally handed over She had left her body and brain to the university, the data from the cellular disection's and modeling of her brain was available and even more importantly her brain had been scanned in detail some week's earlier before the crash so coupled with that he believed he could simulate her living brain inside the computer core which was now before him in the android body he had constructed, he thought back again, her face now faded in his memory but not her paper's, though she had been only an intern they had been more brilliant than many professors three time's her age.

He barely gave it a thought, it was logical so he decided to do what had to be done and set about writing a three dimensional quantum program to hold and simulate the template of her organic brain's image data and eventually he managed to make the simulated brain behave as it if where a real organic brain though there was an element of chaos and out of phase loop's that he could not compensate for, it was almost as if the system was receiving some kind of external interferance in spite of the heavy shielding around his laboratory, he could not quite pin down what was wrong but it seemed to not pose too much of a risk so he he continued and finally he decided to activate the simulated consciousness, the program's worked beautifully and the simulation of her brain ran just like a like a living organic brain but far too fast so he slowed it down, strangely as it came more into synch with the rate of a living brain the strange interference grew stronger but then it seemed to resolve and part's of the simulation he had not even notices were dormant began to become active and the virtual brain came alive.




When she awoke the first thing she said was "Am I in Hospital" as she looked at the old man a look of bewilderment on her extremely lifelike face which was animated and simulated perfectly like the rest of her body down to the nerves and the muscles that controlled the skin and as beautiful as the woman whose mind was now ran as an active simulation inside her quantum computer of a brain.

As she looked at him he felt familiar to her and yet she could not quite remember, she felt strange and half asleep, numb like her nerves where somehow distant from her and she half remembered something that made her feel fear and even a little sick, it was like a flash that kept replaying, she was driving and the rain was beating heavily on the windscreen so that even the wipers could not keep it clear then in the darkness the sudden glare of headlight's as a lumber truck bore down on her, swerving to avoid it and losing control then her car rolling over and over, terrible pain and a branch or wooden post coming through the windscreen as the car toppled over onto it's roof piercing her chest, this traumatic memory seemed almost clear but she could not understand it at all with no frame of reference to compare it to in her new mind, the memory's of a dead woman's brain still forming from the organic template and her newly awakened mind still chaotic, disjointed and fragmented as her simulated subconsciousness tried to sort them according to the data pattern's from the organic template which would eventually be disgarded as her new mind eventually morph into somthing more complex as her new mind evolved.

Eventually as the electronic brain her new mind now occupied learned it would remember.

The old man looked down at her and said "Easy now my dear, my daughter and I am your father Professor Frankenstein", a small dog was wagging it's tail by the professor as she sat up and barked in friendly fashion, the old man looked down at it and said "Yes Igor she is alive".

He chuckled as he looked at her, a father at last knowing that she was the future, the first member of a new and superior human race.



I first wrote this short derivative some time ago but this is a little more refined, please forgive my grammatical error's and atrocious spelling, I still have not got the kink's out of the simulation yet.

a reply to: LABTECH767

Amazing story!

a reply to: Quantum12

Thank's, just reading your poem's, interesting and they make you think, the one about the guy on the run that get's caught by the lynch mob make's me think of an 1800's scene, a man running from the law, guilty or innocent his crime does not matter only his desperation and the wolves at his heel's, he moves never stopping from county to county with no place to be safe in the frozen north in the dead heart of winter until his luck finally run's out, his coin land's the wrong way up and right or wrong the lynch mob end his short bitter life leaving him there hanging from the tree's as a warning to other's but his soul join's the dancing light's like a flickering ghost flame in the sky and it is they whom are the in the darkness of the night.

a reply to: LABTECH767

You are a great writer. I kindly thank you for reading it. Have a great day.

a reply to: LABTECH767

Great imagery and emotion. Nice Job!!

Cheers

KD