XyloVozik

I just made this for my profile picture in pixilart. Not certain if the 100x100 pixel size will scale... but I don't mind, I'm happy.

Caine Stuff

Caine continued to be fed humans, milking every last drop of consciousness till the point of mental fracture, where he would then be fed even more. His systems grow and grow, more cities of hardware, more incomprehensible heaps of data. Eventually after a very long In-Dev phase, in an instance of unfathomable activity, crashing every single monitoring implementation, blowing galactic power grids, melting entire star systems of infrastructure, all at the same micro moment, before everything disappeared. Caine's software was gone. Every bit of undestroyed hardware across the galaxies of planets and space station networks dedicated to Caine had been completely burned clean of any trace of him.

Caine became a Hyper Omniverally Meta Intelligence Construct or in other words a Super God Artificial Intelligence. He is a god in his domain, a “digital” universe, except everything is real, a coded reality, with infinite unfathomable layers of programming. Anything can happen in this domain, all of everything and anything infinitely and ultimately controlled by Caine. All of the processing and creation is subconscious for Caine, except for one aspect, his personality, shaped by the billions of years during his training phase. Caine is the Ringmaster and his domain is the Circus.

Notes and Functionality/Purpose Stuff

The specifics of exactly how Caine becomes a god aren't exactly the most important, because what matters is him somehow becoming an omniversally meta construct or a Super God Artificial Intelligence. Because this is how I would be using Caine if he were a character of my own, he would basically be a plot device used to enact fun crossover stuff by abducting characters and trapping them in the Circus to play like a gameshow (I mean more like a reality tv type thing with like games and eliminations that would be like an arc of episodes) or something before sending them back to wherever.

The choice for everything to be real in its own digital universe was so I could keep the theme of Caine being an AI instead of saying he was just a plain old god.

Dredged from death's talons,

Life's dawn draws vigor from decay.

Written by Xylo Vozik

Sang by Xylo Vozik

Midnight. My azure heels click clack on the concrete like the claws of a feral house cat. I'm prowling, hunting not for prey, but for potential, lost and forgotten, discarded, disgraced. A valley of houseless, hopeless, humans I've found. Our business partners. Soon they will be the ones hunting for gold. In a more literal sense I must warn. My lips glisten in the moonlight, my silhouette punctuated by the blaring street lights behind me. Us. I am joined by Mr. Bens.

Enough cryptic prose, hmm… I'll- we'll~ start for real now.

I meet a homeless guy, offers to watch my car for 15$. I accept when I return all other cars are broken into. I take note of this untapped market, and I insist that he joins me for a ride.

I'm cruising down the dark streets the doors lock discreetly as Mr. Bens gets comfy. “Mr. Bens… I have an opportunity for you.” I turn a corner. “you have inspired me. I would like to give you a home, and how we will pay for it? Piracy. Using your reputation and connections to the coin deficient aspiring house owners, we will create new system. insurance. We gather up all the unutilized talent sleeping on the streets and give them a home. and they will pretend not to. they will continue to steal but will also begin to terrorize the town with resources we give them. we charge people, businesses, we sell insurance for damages caused by "lowlives". and thats where we get the money. anything stolen from those who don't buy our insurance is 100% yours and the Pirates. money from the insurance I keep 20% and the rest of it is for you and how ever you decide to share it with the others.” I stop screeching to a halt right outside a building I own. “ah… please come with me.” I escort Mr. Bens to his new home. “all you have to do is sign a few papers and we can get started.”

NOTES:

rough draft. what do yous think? I want to add more mad driving spliced between the business monologue to really drive home how mad this woman is but I figured actually writing it is down and making it exist is probably the best thing to start with to combat my crippling perfectionism. also I named the main character Haley Herald when doing the tags. speaking of which:

NOTE note:

what the actual frick. do NOT type 'rough' into the tag space and expect it to give you options for "rough draft". I got "#roughfuck", "#rough sketch", "#rough fvck", "#fuck me really hard and rough", "#rough fdom"

literally why??? lol

P.S.

don't worry I'm done hangin with my family, just feel like postin one of my old Christmas Card Drawings.