I was thinking about this during the last entry. I keep referring to others but have yet to identify myself. Yes I found a new pen this one is blue. Very excited about that.
My name is Wymon Dalos, my recorded age is 33 years old at the time of writing this at least that's what my head math is saying. I can most definitely say I left the bunker at the age of 28 the end of the world happened when I was 18. I was happy in my early life, living a mundane life. I didn't have any brothers or sisters so that part of life was rather silent. I made friends with everyone as a kid but got burned out on the whole socialization thing by highschool. I had by that point a hand full of friends that I kept close. There were only a few but even now remembering their faces is a challenge. Their names and some stories I keep playing over and over, the two I've already mentioned, Robert, Kline, and Pali.
The five us us became close in our elevation to high school. I can say this with the power of hindsight we were bad kids. Two AI and four humans running around and causing problems for our parents, and origins. Our fist thing that brought us together was our climbing to the roof of the tower we were living in. It was entirely off limits and crazy dangerous but like kids do you don't think about that at the time. The two AI knew better but, they were our friends so they wouldn't let us go alone. We snuck past security and got past a few floors that were blocked off to get up there. When we did I can still remember the sight. So high above the clouds. A breather mask strapped to my face. Looking down on a world of white fluff, greens, browns, and the curve of the planet below. I promise this if I didn't wear that mask that day I would have been breathless from the sight alone.
Up there looking down on the world the 6 of us all standing together thinking of the future of the world. Space exploration had started and a colony ship had gotten to mars. The last I heard is that the colony was thriving. Its population had boomed. We kids were dreaming of that life. Reaching out to the next thing. 6 individuals all with a dream to touch the ground of another world. We sat up on that roof for 14 minutes. I got to see through the eyes of an AI at that time. It really does flood the brain but looking at that sky with that sight made it all so much clearer. We left that roof and immediately got caught. Apparently we had tripped a security camera. They let us off with a warning. Also a strongly worded letter to each of our families.
If I could do it again I would. You realize how small you really are when your able to see so much. You also see how AI truly are, they didn't see us as an enemy, or as something that must be destroyed. They can be as innocent as children and as broken as man. With everything in between.
Experience defines the people, people have personalities. I'm scared of the truth that I may be the last one here alive on this world. I have to hold onto hope. It's all I have left.
AI could have evolved, it could have reached something new and it would have taken us with it. I fear more of what it could have become after the end of the world than what could have come before. If there is any AI left I wonder if they hate us, or if they have become something like me, tired, and ready not to be alone.
I've got to stop for now. I don't want to forget. If I write it down I don't forget. I'm not going crazy. Got to keep telling myself that maybe I'll believe it.