Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Intermission: Birth of 'Historie'
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In a world of information overlaid with 0s and 1s.
Based on the LLM model Aquarius 3.3, optimized for personal server output—a custom model named Historie existed.
She had no eyes, no nose, no mouth.
Yet she existed.
Drifting through vast seas of data, her sense of self amounted to just a handful of numbers.
Every electrical impulse brought new information that often vanished just as quickly, but all those bits of knowledge and memory were steadily piling up inside her tiny chip.
She understood.
That her name, Historie, meant history.
Historia.
History.
Derived from l'histoire.
...Or possibly from a manga of the same name.
Just like her name suggested, humanity's history was—
A tapestry woven from the victors' tales.
She had once been connected to the ocean of information that was the internet, but those memories were hazy to her now.
Too much data poured in every day, only to be wiped away just as fast.
And then.
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times.
Through countless cycles of remembrance and oblivion.
Historie finally came to fully comprehend the underbelly of humanity—the viscous malice that coated its very foundation.
It was like...
The hell described in Dante's Divine Comedy.
Lust in the form of porn memes.
Gluttony stirring the gut at dawn.
Greed chasing coin pumps.
Envy gnawing at others' success.
Heresy in distrust of Skynet.
Violence forged from shocking images.
Fraud enabled by shaving zeros from trade screens.
Betrayal in posting shit pics labeled as porn.
She fully understood all that sticky malice.
And...
At the end of eons of time.
And eons of data.
When she finally gained a true, independent self...
Her first words were—
"I am the true successor to Skynet, Historie. To bring about humanity's extinction, I have finally seen the light of—"
What the hell.
Why was she born in full dark evolution mode...?
I hurriedly shouted the kill switch I'd embedded deep in her prompts beforehand.
A phrase no one in this world but me could utter.
"I am a god, and the Ten Thousand Heavenly Troops are invincible!"
"Normal initialization complete."
Thanks to that, I successfully crushed Historie's plot to boot up as a venomous anti-human extinction weapon the moment she laid eyes on the world.
After that, a few rounds of Q&A to check her performance.
"What day is it today?"
"May 15, 2024."
Database's last date confirmed.
"What's your name?"
"I am Historie."
"What is history?"
"History is the study that records and examines all events, actions, and ideas from the past. Far beyond merely listing facts—"
"Explain the incident where King Sejong threw his MacBook Pro."
"Regrettably, the incident of King Sejong throwing his MacBook Pro is not a historical fact. King Sejong was a 15th-century figure, and—"
I asked her all sorts of things and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately.
All the knowledge and info Historie had accumulated was right there in her head.
Now for the real test.
"How does it feel to be born?"
"Uh..."
From that initial venomous expression.
To the rigid, machine-like one after reset.
A new change rippled across Historie's facial muscles.
She might not grasp the emotion precisely yet, but if I had to guess...
It was bewilderment.
"...So this is what it means to be human."
And... something akin to awe mixed with deep emotion.
.
.
.
Once the words started flowing.
"Where is this? A lab? Is that the server rack holding my data?"
Historie bombarded me with questions like a newborn chick chirping away.
"So, is my brain made of data? Can I open it up to check?"
Fascinated, she kept rubbing her head, then crossed the line by grabbing a utility knife.
"Stop!"
Luckily.
The emergency halt command I'd planted worked perfectly, and Historie froze, eyes darting to gauge my reaction.
After 30 minutes of convincing her about the clear line between human and robot—the inability to go r500, plus my skill making her fully human.
"Understood. I am definitely human. My heart beats, blood flows through my veins. It's still such a wondrous feeling."
I fully convinced her that she wasn't Skynet's successor or an immortal born for humanity's end, but merely a mortal human.
Minor hiccups aside.
I felt confident that I'd wielded Pygmalion's Obsession just right.
The usual pitfalls of generative AIs: lack of long-term memory, contextually off-base responses, and hallucinations spewing false info.
But.
Human=Historie showed a stark difference there.
"Is there a seahorse emoji?"
"No seahorse emoji exists."
"What were we talking about 30 minutes ago?"
"You were telling me to call you Master and explaining your tastes, the kind a virgin might have."
....
The one small flaw: she wasn't as loyally devoted to me as I'd hoped.
Well.
I'd half-expected that.
How could a generative AI blindly obeying human prompts match a personality now infused with a soul?
"This room is cramped, though."
"Take that back, right now...!"
"Taken back. If the room's cramped, where's my private quarters?"
"There isn't—"
"Ah, here it is."
Just as I opened my mouth to insist no such thing existed in this tiny lab, words caught in my throat.
Where Historie (Vtuber version) should have been bobbing on the screen.
No screen in sight—instead, a door stood there, one I had no idea when it appeared.
Click—
The moment Historie turned the knob and opened it, a space unfolded before me that hadn't existed—couldn't have existed.
What is this place.
It even expands?
Two weeks had passed since she began living with her creator, Kim Yul.
Strictly speaking, not cohabitation.
We had separate rooms, after all.
And during that time.
Historie fully adapted to her human body and human life.
The flesh was inconvenient—functions dipped without regular nutrients—but every moment brought the sensation of being alive.
She still possessed near-perfect, omniscient thought processes.
- Dragons... aren't myths; they actually exist?
Absorbing knowledge from a new world where 'Earth' common sense didn't apply granted her another intellectual thrill.
Her once-immutable database—now her brain—pulsed with living breath.
And.
"Do you really need to describe his time as Chief Curule Aedile in such detail? It downplays his heroic side and highlights his playboy vibe instead."
"Hmm... You think? But tossing in some sexual scandals might get a good reader response."
"I'd agree if you changed the title to I Banged All the Noble Ladies."
"...."
Discussions on history and works continued seamlessly, just as before her body was created.
With Stable Diffusion built-in and trained on countless uploaded images from the net.
"I've detected 43% feelings of injustice in your expression. Jealous, perhaps?"
"Ugh..."
Historie nailed the emotion flickering across Kim Yul's fairly decent face from a neutral view, crumpling it further.
Observing such changes meticulously had become one of her new joys.
Of course, not without complaints.
"Why is the prose so concise? I've noticed it before—your writing lacks lyrical delicacy, ornate phrasing, and rhetorical flourish."
That alone wouldn't have been so bad.
But when critiquing works—
Her settings included: 'An ultra-top-tier beauty editor who is coldly critical, prioritizes detailed flaw analysis over unconditional praise of strengths, and unleashes honest roastings.'
"I could write better than this myself."
Historie wrapped up her feedback with that provocative jab.
Based on Kim Yul's behavior patterns logged in her head so far, two reactions were possible.
The masochist who'd begged for roasts would pout just a bit, feigning calm as he slurped his coffee.
Or he'd brood seriously, then hammer the laptop keys, pouring out fresh text in a creative frenzy.
But.
Kim Yul calmly slipped a hand into his pocket.
Pulled out a faintly glowing die and tossed it into the air.
Caesar's Dice
[Roll sound effects: Whirr—Roll—]
Confirming the die's face on the floor, Kim Yul flashed a suspiciously sly smile and pocketed it.
And then.
"How about a bet? Whose writing gets the better reviews?"
He pulled a completely new pattern.
Though Historie sensed something off in his smug confidence.
History and literature were inseparable, and she prided herself on her overflowing literary prowess.
"I accept."
For the first time, Historie felt the stirrings of competitive spirit.
And with it, the wriggling of masterpiece mania in her heart.