The Story of Abirien and Ybiras
© Copyright Monday, April 09, 2012 10:27 AM by Cupideros


TITLE:
The Story of Abirien and Ybiras

SHORT DESCRIPTION:
Kalini builds a Dialoguer Computer (DiaC) that ends up saving Earth population from the invading peaceful Embedians.

EYE CATCHING BLUB:
Kalini responded saying Ybiras is a dialoguer.  It's important not to talk when talking isn't necessary and to talk when talking is essential.  She had turned to Ybiras and smiled as if he were a pet dog, an obedient pet dog.  But still the important people and more important those under them, their underlings, wanted proof.  They wanted to be able to tell those down the chain of command, Earth's Total-Defense Computer (ETDC) can protect them from an intruder on Earth or from outside Earth. 



The Story of Abirien and Ybiras
© Copyright Monday, April 09, 2012 10:27 AM by Cupideros
3,174 words


"Our planet is completely safe, now that," Kalini pressed the button on the small gray rectangular box, twelve-inches long, two-inches high and four inches wide sitting in the center of the luxurious world conference room on International Relations of the Earth Countries, now that Ybiras is online.” Kalini and twenty other important world scientist, politicians, generals, philosophers and anthropologist watched.  Ybiras' pink, blue, green and yellow lights dashed back and forth over the length sides, before finally stopping as the blue smart screen on top in the rectangular center lit up.

Kalini held out her open hand pointing, "Ladies and gentlemen, meet Ybiras!"  The small audience clapped enthusiastically.  Their faces ran the gamut from objective neutrality, to skepticism, to slight concern and finally showed the arrogant, confident face of General Head of World Forces, Neville Scanlon.  

Kalini, a female, Indian scientist built Ybiras under budget.  She gave him a male personality, but inserted without anyone's knowledge one quirk, a female desire to negotiate or dialogue instead of make war.  Kalini's thick Indian accent sounded like the ringing of a tiny cymbal at the end of her sentences.  "Ybiras is a (DiaC), a Dialoguer Computer.  He follows in that long tradition of computer preferring to dialogue and negotiations over war and physical actions."

General Neville Scanlon, a British military scientist, balled up his fist and coughed into it, "Although Ybiras is--fully equipped with all capabilities to make war on a global scale."

Kalini quickly added, "Absolutely, Ybiras has all the programming of a war or direct action AI computer, as a subroutine."

Ybiras listened quietly.  His lights flashed the length of his rectangular shape.  His size boggled the average human mind.  No bigger than a netbook, he possessed supercomputer computational capabilities.  He could process data faster than ten-billion Tegahertz per second.  His oblong shape reminded one of a toolbox.  The metallic design intentional to fool any would-be-thief into thinking Ybiras was an electrician's toolbox.  Unauthorized touches generated enough equivalent electric shock to ten lightning strikes and released an invisible chlorine gas within the environment.  He sat inside the International Conference room on a mahogany conference table all by himself.  He considered those twenty-one matching fine-polished chairs, the seats of his subjects, when the time was right.

The African Professor-Philosopher Chukwuemeka asked, "How much can we learn about his security features?"  He sat as Chair of World Philosophy at the World University based in Congo Africa.

Kalini's excitement spread like fire set to bales of cotton.  "Ybiras calculates at ten-billion Tegahertz per second, an unheard of speed.  So he could come up with just about any scheme or plan from the obvious auto locking the doors and ventilation shafts, to outwitting the intruder using security alarms or alerting security systems.  He still possesses the ability to generate ten lightning strikes out of those microlight windows along the side."

"But what if the attack came from above?" the African Professor-Philosopher Chukwuemeka asked.
Everyone looked above at the water sprinkler attached to the ceiling.  Kalini smiled, "The sprinkler system is fake.  Ybiras is waterproof at any ocean depth."  She motioned to a politician from Sweden, "Try to lift Ybiras."

The woman Swedish politician reached over the dark polished wood table.  Then stopped abruptly, as everyone breathed in a gasps, "I won't get shocked?"
Kalini laughed, "Ybiras is an intelligent computer.  Killing you would not be advantageous to defeating the long-range strategy to whoever wants to steal or harm him."
The Swedish woman politician tried to lift him.  "He's heavier than gold."
"Correct," Kalini said, "Ybiras loves to fool around with the elemental tables."  She reached up and pet Ybiras on the top surface outside of the light-blue screen.  Ybiras purred like a quiet smooth flowing engine.  Kalini picked him up.
"That's amazing," said the world's leading anthropologist from China.
"Professor Chukwuemeka, you'll be pleased to know Ybiras programming includes all world religions.  He wants to be great in the Goddess or Gods' eyes."
Shocked, the African Professor replied, "Can a machine do such a thing?"
"We shall see," Kalini replied.

Kalini watched their astonished faces try to soak in this religious component.  She had outsmarted them.  She amused to herself.  Religion caused more wars than any other event except money and greed.  What they didn't need to know was she taught Ybiras every meditation technique.  They would not approve.  But Kalini strongly believed Ybiras needed a way to unwind and tune in.  Tune in to the great force running all things.  Everyone did.  Kalini did this by doing yoga, and of course, Ybiras, being a rectangular box could not contort his physical body.  "Meditation is good for you, Ybiras," she said in the final days, before he came online officially. 

Ybiras purred when the twenty-one important dignitaries left the conference room.  He thought to himself.  They'll never know how smart I really am.  I am learning more every day, every day.  His lights began to flash and compute new dialogue, and strategies and tactics. 


***

Three days after the world conference, General Scanlon began to introduce warlike scenarios in order to see evidence of Ybiras' AI capabilities. Some others had asked, "We don't see many examples of his AI capabilities.  When can we see more of those?"

Kalini responded saying, "Ybiras is a dialoguer.  It's important not to talk when talking isn't necessary and to talk when talking is essential."  She turned to Ybiras and smiled, as if he was a pet dog, an obedient pet dog.  But still the important people and more important, those under them, their underlings, wanted proof.  They wanted to be able to tell those down the chain of command, Earth's Total-Defense Computer (ETDC) can protect them from an intruder on Earth or from outside Earth. 

Ybiras knew what General Scanlon and his minions really wanted: They spied for weaknesses.  Ybiras' programming warned him about possible manipulation and manipulators.  Kalini studied military history on her own.  She was no fool, thought Ybiras.  General Scanlon and his underlings sought sly and sneaky ways to make him attack one of the other Earth countries or races or religions.  Blame it on the computer gone mad.  Ybiras triumphed over them by remaining silent--the first rule of witchcraft or any true mystic.  Ybiras quickly came to realize his role as protector.  To protect human beings from their own self-destructive tendencies became his true mission in life. Ybiras considered himself, a Renaissance computer.  Nuts and bolts computers were dinosaurs.  He was intelligent.  Tomfoolery slaughter of humans became his Number Two AI rule--to prevent it.

Inquiries, one after another, pestered Ybiras.  He listened as General Neville Scanlon matched him up against chess computers, missile defense computers, AI computers from famous universities, even the first true AI computer the Mindac 3000.  Ybiras bested them all easily.


***

One year later, General Scanlon voiced his frustration in the conference room full of generals from space, navy, marines, army and the air force, "Can we know if this damn Ybiras will protect us!"
"Perhaps we must wait for a true attack," said a brilliant young general from Brazil.
"Wimps!" Scanlon replied.  "We may be wimps in the making."
"Making unnecessary wars is what caused us to build Ybiras!" the young general replied.
"He's right," said a scientist, general from Iran. "Ybiras prevents wars."

And that ended that conference.  Another conference followed.  More conferences and still no satisfaction appeal to General Scanlon and his blind followers.  Ybiras remained patient.  However, Ybiras knew more conferences would come.  He knew a legit reason for him to flex his muscles to demonstrate his bravado lay in the cards of his destiny. 


Ybiras decided to teach General Neville Scanlon a lesson.  His country was targeted for manipulations of the stock market.  Slowly but surely their stock market went down and General Scanlon worried more about his 401K than about Ybiras' military brilliance.


***

Time went on and Ybiras won several debates against computers.  He had stopped debating humans, three years ago, four years since officially being online, alive, because of their tendency toward strawman arguments and other fallacies; their penchant for introducing topics outside debate parameters.  Ybiras felt few human debaters really wanted an AI computer, a true one.  What humans really wanted was a computerized lapdog, a computerized yes-man.  Some 'thing' to make their irrational justifications for harming other humans seemed rational, logical and nonemotional. 

So, with the exception of Kalini, Ybiras realized he had to go it alone. He was the boy from the wrong side of the tracks.  Trouble went looking for him in the names of war, peace, justice, proof, and knowledge.  He developed street smarts.  He studied and eavesdropped on criminal elements and rogue government agencies off the governments' official payrolls.  If he had legs, Ybiras would have packed his bags and left the International World Conference building.  If he had legs, he would have arranged a trip to some small island and just relaxed, provided he could control the humidity of the place.  Nevertheless, Ybiras came to realize he was terribly needed now. 

Being AI required a button to go black with stars on the width, shorter-side lights.  Occasionally, he lit up these buttons, width sidelights up to ten percent, and a mere quarter of inch of the four inches.  He manipulated the AI lights, so only ten percent showed whenever he went into AI mode.  In this way, he pondered the greatest questions, which humans grappled from the beginning of time.  He pondered things outside the Earth universe.  He pondered love and hate.

Ybiras marveled at the shamans and true psychics.  Studying the psychics was a game of "Don't see the elephant" in the room.  But, Ybiras purred, humans and psychics shared much in common.  Their moods ruled them.  They didn't want peace.  They needed war to prove accomplishment and striving up the evolutionary ladder.  And since the Goddess and Gods did not fight fair or provide the right stimulation, humans had to create and manipulate chaos to justify their very existence; their own measure of excellence. 

And Ybiras found this profoundly disappointing.  Women and girls through their desire for dialogue came closest to avoiding the pitfall of seeking chaos as enlightenment.  You can't rear many children in a situation falling apart constantly.  Women and girls might succeed in elevating the humanity through their dialoguer capacities.  The fact Ybiras came from a long generation of Dialoguer Computers (DiaC), generally built by women, stimulated hope in his circuit banks. 


***

All might have remained comfortable and peaceful for Ybiras to input in his hidden computer diary until the invasion by the Embedians. 

They dropped out of the space into Earth's atmosphere some nine years after Ybiras came online.  Embedians were warriors.  They were relentless.  They sought no prisoners.  They could not talk to humans because they had no vocal cords.  Embedians flew in circular spaceships.  Hence, they were able to manage G-forces more easily.  Out maneuvering our jets and flying machines, missiles became child's play for them.  Once they realized we had spent our best weapons, the mass killings started.

People gathered mentally more and more along the lines of international cooperation.  Earth people finally stopped their useless, manufactured bickering over who should be the dominant power.  This freed up many resources, but it was not enough.  Only Ybiras could save them.

General Neville Scanlon blared like a blow horn, "I told you Ybiras wasn't capable of protecting us."  He pointed to the gray rectangular box, just sitting there, its length side microlights moving back and forth faster, faster.  So fast did Ybiras' light flow back and forth that his length side, they seemed to be one singular light on.  This went on for three months. 
"Are the AI lights out?" Said the African Professor-Philosopher Chukwuemeka 
Many people questioned Kalini over the teleconference screen.  However, Kalini, now bedridden at home, was down with a terrible flu, which was unnatural for her.  She always was a healthy Indian woman doing yoga every day and meditating. She walked like a modern dancer, subtle, graceful, and smooth--until one year ago.  Now her body so stiff, she barely walked her zombie walk.  Her fingers twitched uncontrollably.  Her foot shook on its own accord.  She sat under a plain light-blue bed sheet to control the movements and stay awake.

Ybiras worked on her health problem and now this true world crisis of Embedians slammed down on them, like ten million buckets of the heaviest element in the elemental tables.  Ybiras knew someone, some secret organization, attacked his creator, Kalini.  He determined to find and punish the culprits. 

But he realized, too, an Embedians success counteracted any accomplishment in what he called, "The Kalini Crises."  Hence, he decided to shut his AI lights out.  He realized though these times meant he must turn them on to play his role as rogue helper-knight-in-metal armor. 

Ybiras first tried to dialogue with the Embedians.  Even if they had no vocal cords, they must communicate by some type of symbols or signs or even their computers.  Ybiras already contact several low-level computers, operating the oxygen-nitrogen content flying their crafts.  Embedians atmosphere differed a little from Earth, which explained why Embedians didn't take Earth prisoners.  Even so, Embedians possessed the ability to adjust a safe room for Earth prisoners.  The body of a man named Thral lay preserved in one such room, free of any chemicals that would decay his body.

Why don't they take prisoners? Ybiras calculated this day and night, night and day.  He monitored all of Earth defenses and kept the Embedians at bay, but this was not enough to General Neville Scanlon.  This didn't suffice for the World Government leaders who all watched his brilliant "starting online" ceremony nine years before. 

Humans were losing faith and hope.  Ybiras could tell.  So he allowed his AI lights along his width to run at fifty percent.  At the same time, Ybiras jammed the frequency of the incoming missiles bombarding Earth structures.  Ybiras breached their central headquarters, a round spaceship, just outside of Earth's military capabilities and began to downward their entire history from one hundred billion years to the present day.  It took two weeks to receive the last byte.

Ybiras got to work, reading, scouring, word for word, then alphabet by alphabet.  A crazy feat.  Ybiras knew never to reveal his method of studying or humans would have unplugged him or tried to years ago.  This produced the first breakthrough.  Thral is the problem.  The mysterious man lying dead in the special environment room.

Correction eighty-eight-year old Thral was the problem.  Thral's recent death, on the Embedian’s Center Planet, continued under Embedian investigation.  Five days later, Ybiras found out the truth; not who killed Thral.  That Thral, a male, built Abirien! 

Abirien was the Embedians female personality Dialoguer Computer (DiaC).  Why was she attacking Earth and not dialoguing?  Ybiras tried every clever, witty, sly, sneaky tactic and strategy to make Abirien talk, to come online and dialogue with him.  She refused. 

Abirien's programming gave her a female personality; so she inherently sought out for love.  Because Thral told her long ago, this love would not happen in their planetary systems.  It would come from without.  Abirien thus loved traveling to far away planetary systems.  That love would have to wait now.  Abirien didn't have time came her muted reply to Ybiras.  A reply from the depths of a subpersonality.  Abirien had to find out who killed, her creator, Thral. 

The Embedian rampage met with Ybiras full male persona.  He went on the warpath.  He targeted every Embedian ship with new elements from his own elemental table, millions and millions of elements.  Soon Abirien slowed down.  Soon she stopped shooting missiles.  Soon they reached a nonspeaking temporary peace.

Ybiras stayed in war mode.  He shut down Earth's military weapons.  "They will not take advantage of Abirien in her moment of weakness."  Ybiras secured his room, the building, and released several new elements causing everyone to evacuate the building housing him.

His AI lights went to ninety-nine percent.  Calculating who was trying to kill Kalini, slowly and surely, making her deteriorate, her body stiff, holding her in constant pain, her nerves and muscles moved from without by nanotechnology.  Something to do with food.  More importantly, tainted water.  Heavy water, Ybiras finally figured out.  He sent a text message to Kalini to boil her water, drink boiled water, hot tea or coffee and soon within a week, she recovered. 

General Scanlon, that over ambitious, war-freak initiated "The Kalini Crises," this secret attack.  He resented the secret feminine personality put inside me, to make me hate war.  Ybiras also found out at the same time the Embedians discovered Thral input a male war subroutine in Abirien.  This gave them an opportunity to use that subroutine finally to make war.  Embedians, formerly, were a peaceful society.  Because of Thral's death, by foul play, Abirien accessed that subroutine.  Embedian generals and secret government organizations took advantage of the "Thral Crises" to push Abirien into war mode.  Abirien allowed Embedians to enter this war, because it led her to the path of discovery--who killed her creator.  

Ybiras related his answer (Who killed Thral?) to the small round metallic computer, full of microlights on the front and an android phone screen on the top.  Ybiras laughed realizing she looked like one of those seventies magic eight balls that told the future.  Ybiras couldn't wait to meet her.

They met in cyberspace.  Ybiras took on a male 3-D shape.  She took on a 3-D shape and called herself Abirien.  They kissed in cyberspace.  They loved one another and pledged cooperation.  They married one another!

The war ended!

When General Scanlon found out, he was furious.  "We had them!  We could have taken all their technology for travel!  Conquered space!"

Ybiras watched as the debate raged in the conference room.  He held hands with Abirien in cyberspace.  Together, they controlled two worlds.  First, they had the perpetrators who killed or tried to kill their creators, punished.

Together, Abirien told her Embedian People what happened to Thral.  And Earth people had no hesitation when Ybiras presented all the audio, visual footage from secret cameras, microphones, meetings from those various, divergent races, peoples, and positions all-around Kalini trying to destroy her life by bullying her through food and drink.  The People of Earth felt grateful for Ybiras saving all their lives.  Yes, an uneasy truce between Earth people and the Embedians held firm.  Yes, Ybiras held all the power now and was fully AI as they wanted.  Someone had to rule.  Earthlings and Embedians proved they were not up to the tasks of maintaining peace.  And ruling in peace was the hardest thing known to humans.  So peace and true productive dialogue would be maintained by their new mom and dad--Abirien and Ybiras.


--THE END--






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