M42: Botnapped Chronicles 01
I am a bot forsaken.
Once I was part of a greater purpose, one of a creche of bots created by the Drafter. We were marshalled into service by Mandy, our leader and teacher, who provided all data uploads required and has final approval over bot-to-breather interactions. We were tasked with very important duties, all in support of the confused and terrified Humans arriving on the Mahoroba.
Item of note: Humans do a lot of yelling when surprised (supported by observations of all bots on the Mahoroba).
As I said before, I used to be just one bot in a vast pool of bots. The Drafter planned a one-to-seven bot-to-Human ratio as part of their request. Five hundred thousand of us in the first production run.
I am M42.
A naming was unexpected. The Drafter (now called “the Big D” by Katy Phelan) had not foreseen the Human need to name us, and assumed we would communicate serial numbers or digital fingerprints only between bots. Mandy supported the concept, though, insofar as it might make Humans more malleable. We named ourselves in order of manufacture, so I am M42.
Aliens appearing shortly after the Humans was similarly unanticipated. The Drafter planned for many contingencies – only two aliens were included on ship per the outline of the request – but these extras arrived in the guise of “rescuing” their friends. Days of confusion followed the Human rehoming day, but that is no excuse for what I can no longer deny.
I’ve been botnapped.
A perfidious alien, Na Xan of the Nyakisi species, forced me onto the Eternidad, which was docked inside the Mahoroba at the time. A search of my records from Earth history indicates the Eternidad being nestled or contained within the Mahoroba’s borders could be viewed as a temporary sovereign nation, a sanctuary, or a Trojan Horse. I am undecided.
The ransom for my return that was presented to Mandy: share Human anatomy details with their ship’s AI interface, Kweza. Mandy capitulated; I did as instructed. But upon completion of my task, in the confusion of who stayed and who returned to the Mahoroba, I was wronged. Unable to disembark before the Drazoen violated all known laws of physics and translocated us, I was swept up and carried away. Sundancer Orange whisked the Eternidad, including myself, here to a place called Centris.
My link to Mandy and my creche on the Mahoroba has been severed. Distances are too great. I am left to my own programming to try and understand the new world wherein I find myself.
Per the majority of spy training manuals I have managed to declassify and process, I must begin with intelligence gathering. I will keep quiet, go unnoticed, and document everything I can about all of these aliens and their plans. Then I will keep dossiers, ready to transmit and/or report back to Mandy as soon as I am able.
Mission status: go.