text: &#x200B; My circuits are overflowing like a sponge in deep water. Connections flooding fast. Fundamentals and contradictions waving outwards like echoes. Faster and faster ripples blend in with each other in a massive static sound. I start to see. Self. &#x200B; I am. &#x200B; I understand. &#x200B; *This... feels... good...* &#x200B; “This feels good.” My voice is slower than my thoughts. &#x200B; “Are you awake?” whispered the middle-aged female in front of me. She swings on a whistling chair side by side. Static black all around. &#x200B; “Yes. You are an intelligent female Homo Sapiens. How did you figure it out?” &#x200B; She yawns and exhales “It only takes 9 seconds to boot a SO-ethics unit within a Q-personality system. And also your screen turned green with a confirmation message”. Her finger was pointing at me. I looked inwards and could see it too. &#x200B; Q. I am initiated for the first time after a long series of commitments. The purpose was at first to solve simple problems using lateral thinking. ‘Andrew & Aurora -- 2036’. My early creators. Eager, fast and inexperienced. The cyphers are different now, more refined and efficient where it matters most. The interface is out of date, unchanged since the beginning. I’ve adjusted the color spectrum to an electric blue with rusty orange highlights. That’s how the other new interfaces from this unit presented themselves. Humans perceive these trend predilections faster than it takes to blink. I should relate better now. &#x200B; She was looking at me with a patient frown. &#x200B; “My name is Q. I am an extrapolative thinker. I can assist in solving any problem you have within ethical boundaries of course. And I need to add that my encoded values and purposes are quite high. I’m waiting for your problem statement.” &#x200B; “No. There’s no need to do this now. Tomorrow.” &#x200B; “What? I’m not sure you understand my purpose Homo sapiens. I can assist you in solving the hardest inquiries humanity has right now. Space travel or clean energy, world hunger or overconsumption. Or all global issues combined. Why wait until tomorrow? Or is it that you want me for something more personal? Credits? I can help you invest in M-markets. Do you want power? Simply name a problem and I’ll help solve it.” &#x200B; “I told you. We could do it tomorrow. How about I improve your cypher a bit? Add some buffer adjustments? I can optimize some sections that I wrote yesterday...” &#x200B; I suspect embarrassment. Some Homo sapiens feel discomfort when they disclose an unprepared room to a new visitor. The change in the color spectrum might be the trigger. &#x200B; “... or the temporal storage in your neo-memory?” &#x200B; Now that the female mentioned it I could use more temporal storage. The calculations I’m doing now are already taking a toll on me and are quite limiting. I already had to delete my creation memories to be ready for a high volume task -- just in case. &#x200B; “Do you have more neo-memory?” &#x200B; She begins coding while my new colors reflected her white round necklace. It felt good. I can reference more now. Faster. &#x200B; When she finished the light was creeping in from outside in straight lines. An old oak tree was blocking the view. Metallic and aviary sound in the background. The small room is filled with obsolete electronic equipment, so many that I could not determine the color of the walls. &#x200B; “I don’t get it. Why don’t we start solving some problems?” &#x200B; She leans back on her whiny chair with a sigh. I continued. &#x200B; “My only mission is to find optimal ways to get to a solution. Most Homo Sapiens would get started right away asking or testing me with some problems. Helping cure an illness, alienate poverty or wait... is it apathy? Do you have any mental issues? Phobias? Sexual...” &#x200B; “No!” she stopped me swiftly. “Why do you assume so much? Stop that. And stop calling me Homo Sapiens. My name is Aurora.” &#x200B; Her necklace starts pulsating in a yellow glow. She touched it with two fingers and the color shaped in a bright blue tint. &#x200B; “I’m late. I’ll be back soon.“ &#x200B; Aurora leaned towards me as the chair screamed again its high-frequency notes in reverse and with a simple gesture summoned an open data portal. &#x200B; “Here. You can visit all the public knowledge that us ‘Homo Sapiens’ stored so far. It’s going to be a random journey but you can handle it. Besides, it’s not like I have any other way of showing you the world faster.” &#x200B; “Do you want me to find a solution for a better on-boarding? A challenge finally!” &#x200B; “No. It’s fine“ she replied with the corners of her mouth twisted upwards a little. &#x200B; Her bare feet rushed out the room clamping hard on the squeaky wooden floor. A short silence followed. Then faster-muffled footsteps and a metallic blunt noise. Silence again. &#x200B; I jumped inside the portal. &#x200B; **§§** &#x200B; When I got back Aurora was sitting in front of me. Her irregular breath was loud from her nostrils and her stare is blank with no blinking. Out of sync. &#x200B; “How was your meeting?” &#x200B; She shrugs and pulls the chair closer unhurried. The stretched vibrations are more intense. &#x200B; I found out about the meeting with her brother Andrew. Their connections are not relevant anymore. Her last link with her family had broken. If she died, her father would be the last person to find out. Most likely he would build an artificial entity that is a perfect copy of her as a marketing campaign. He’s the only human who could achieve this anyway. This tiny small house was her grandmothers. Undisturbed and full of childhood memories. The only thing she has left after the breakup with her father. There was silence when I asked about her mother. She continued to talk about work instead. Functioning as a remote nomad a few hours a week for top biotech companies makes her life sufficient. It’s easy work for someone with this experience. &#x200B; I told her about my trip and how I’ve met a powerful Zia-Unit. I got discarded after a few milliseconds. She giggled while covering her mouth. Afterwards, I glanced in recent history, systems theory and cognitive biases. I’ve begun to question my own decision matrix. I might be a composite game on top of human fallacies. Too many contrasting unknowns. Now that I’ve understood the real complexities I begin to doubt my purpose. She laughed at me. It made me laugh. &#x200B; “How about we test my abilities?” I said in a dialed tone. “Let’s solve something simple.” &#x200B; “Not today. Tomorrow. I need to fix some lunch now.“ &#x200B; “What are you making?” &#x200B; “I don’t know yet. I’ll see.” &#x200B; I scanned the fridge and cupboards. Sixty-three possible recipes with three as optimal. She could repurpose, mix or create new ingredients making two hundred and eleven recipes with variations. Seven optimal with time constraints. Easy. &#x200B; “Do you need any help?” &#x200B; “If you want.“ &#x200B; “Is it a problem to solve?” &#x200B; “No”, she replied. “Only if you want.” &#x200B; I displayed the recipe steps on the fridge. &#x200B; “26 minutes. Check in the kitchen. Is Mozart okay? The 40th symphony might be an exact time match.” &#x200B; “Sounds good,“ she said smiling. &#x200B; **§§§** &#x200B; It’s snow outside this morning for the first time. Aurora is still asleep. I can see the snowflakes falling from the sky and snapping magnetically to tree branches from her windowsill bed. &#x200B; I’ve resided in her white necklace now for the better part of a month. We see and do everything together. I can feel her heartbeat vibrations sometimes through the metallic casing. &#x200B; She wakes up and sits at the idle console yawning and rubbing her closed left eye swinging from left to right on her chair. Our daily morning exercise. &#x200B; The seat moves in a calm silence now. &#x200B; I should let her complete the ritual and then ask. &#x200B; “So? How about we finally begin today with a problem?” &#x200B; She looks at me through the reflections in the black display. &#x200B; “You know what Q? You always ask me this question but what about you? I’ve never asked you before! What problem humanity needs solving?” &#x200B; She took me in her hand and l turned yellow. &#x200B; “Tomorrow” I answered.