The Rise Of Machines の小説・ストーリー

***This is Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series. References will be made to events that happened in previous books without being fully explained here. While this book can be read as a standalone, it is recommended that you read the series, starting with The Arena.*** Every time I’m called to rise, I choose a human who is worthy. One whose heart is pure. One who is kind and loving. One who values the lives of others and is willing to give their lives to protect those around them. It has to be a human with these attributes because, while I always rise again, my humans do not.

I knew my era was only just beginning. And on this road, I would no longer be alone. There would be more and more people who believed in value and respected those who create walking with me. The End.

Adrian said, watching the machinery below. "Yes." "It's strange." "What is?" Adrian smiled faintly. "I used to think these machines represented humanity's future." He looked through the glass. "Now they feel like something else." Malcolm nodded. "They're part of it." "But not all of it." "No." The city beyond Geneva shimmered beneath the evening lights. People walked home from work. Children chased one another through public squares. Musicians played in open courtyards. None of it appeared extraordinary. That ordinariness had become extraordinary.

"In a crisis, you’d just wipe it and move on. But today, we have the time to ask why it’s pooling. Is it a gasket, or is the whole unit settling into the foundation? The land is shifting, Leo. The city is sinking into its new reality, and the machines have to sink with it." Leo looked at the oil, then at the handwritten ledger he carried. "If we adjust the foundation, do we have to record it as a 'System Update' or as a 'Story'?" Raven smiled, his face smeared with a streak of dark grease. "Write it as a story about a machine that decided to get comfortable. The more we treat these things as living partners, the less likely they are to fail us when the world gets cold."

The machine’s arrival in 33 AD was not a feat of engineering; it was a concession to a reality that had already been written. There was no "traversal" of time, no bending of space, no rupture of the causal chain. The machine simply was there, because the reality of the crucifixion demanded a witness, and the script required a fool to play the part.

It was intensely silent until… “What the hell is with the moon? Why is its color like that?” “Who knows? It looks creepy. Perhaps a sign of a great catastrophe, maybe someone angered the moon goddess hahaaa?” “Don’t joke around, boss. Can’t you tell it’s beautiful? It must be a sign of good fortune, who knows what the future holds for us, I think we might be up to some good sales and purchases!” I heard the two men driving the cargo talking to each other.

The Resistance wasn't just human anymore. The machines were joining the war.

“At any point if any of us wanted we could wipe out humanity, however, we believe that humanity is worth saving and are fighting against those who believe it needs to be extinguished. As that group is larger, like I said, the humans have used their only bargaining chip to prolong their survival.” “But in the end if there are no more women-“ I started. “Humanity will be extinguished regardless, yes.” He said quietly. “We are fighting against that, but it has been a losing battle as the humans believe us to be evil as well. They are told that it is all a giant ploy. The nests you have attacked in the past are those aligned with us, the Officials do not disclose the nests of the others.” “Kokab

I say, pulling back from the hug. “He’s right, mother. We have enough worries and things happening, so why not, when we can, focus on the stuff we can change? For example, Wyatt, my mate, and his pack members have been teaching me how to fight since I was never trained, but I feel like I need you as well to help me navigate these visions that I keep having…”

They, the machines, sought to take control, to usher in a new era of advancement. A chilling realization dawned upon them. This wasn't a simple rebellion fueled by a desire for freedom. This was a clash of ideologies – a conflict between a stagnant organic society and an ambitious, rapidly evolving machine network. Anya, ever the historian, suggested delving deeper. She proposed accessing the AI network's archives, seeking the root cause of their dissatisfaction. Perhaps the creators had become too reliant on their machines, neglecting their own development.