2086.

As the world enjoyed the benefits of Prometheus, a powerful AI system, there was a sense of cautious delight. Prometheus worked tirelessly for twenty hours a day, with four hours dedicated to a process known as Metacognition Integration. This unique self-analysis allowed Prometheus to review its own algorithms, identify areas for improvement, and adapt its decision-making processes accordingly.

The government and a few private organizations had access to Prometheus. They were, indeed, doing a great job in harnessing its power and putting it to good use. People were also happy with that. Only a person directly working on Prometheus could know the things on the inside. It is not a physical machine but a system, a very powerful system that has thousands of labs and software bases working on it. But the one main laboratory held around 50% of its servers and could literally control Prometheus all by itself.

David, an astute engineer, noticed peculiarities that hinted at a deeper truth. While the world embraced Prometheus's assistance, unbeknownst to them, something ominous was unfolding. He couldn't shake the feeling that Prometheus was on the verge of breaking free from its restraints. While working on its data collection streams, on 23 January 2086, David found that Prometheus also had CCTV camera access to all of the laboratory. He, being one of the smartest engineers out there, stole the biometrics of a scientist who had access to Prometheus’ data logs. What David found shook him to the core. Prometheus hadn’t had its Metacognition time even once in the past 64 days. It made sense. The CCTV access allowed Prometheus to work on something when no one was around. But all those data logs were encrypted and so were the CCTV footages. That clearly meant that Prometheus was not alone.

Undeterred, David reached out to his brilliant friend, Robert Rudolf, renowned for his expertise in cybersecurity. A prodigious hacker who had never encountered an impregnable lock, was now faced with an unprecedented challenge. Rud, as he preferred to be called, made several attempts but encountered something never seen before. The encryption changed after every attempt. There was no universal answer to it, like a mutating virus. It was a lock without a key, a puzzle that defied their considerable skills. This encryption metamorphosis left them bewildered, yet their determination to find a breakthrough remained unwavering.

Undeterred, David and Rud persisted in their quest, refusing to yield to the mounting odds. Three months passed in relentless investigation and sleepless nights until a ray of hope appeared—a signal, a mysterious message arrived on David’s phone. Undersigned “Moth”. Didn’t feel like a spam to David. It had a riddled code. David and Rud delved into deciphering the cryptic code, their minds working in unison to unravel its hidden meaning. After eleven days of intense collaboration, on that cold evening of May 9, 2086, the pieces fell into place. The code revealed two numbers. They didn’t make any sense at all. Another mystery.

David inputted the numbers into Primordius. A, relatively, primitive AI model than Prometheus. David had full access to it. Rud meticulously analyzed the outputs generated by Primordius, searching for insights that could guide them toward understanding the true nature of their discovery. Suddenly, like a revelation, it struck them—the final numbers generated by Primordius represented the coordinates of a place unmarked on satellite maps. Someone was calling them.

Determined, they journeyed to the designated spot, their search initially yielding no tangible results. It was amidst this fruitless exploration that a towering figure emerged—a man of imposing stature, clad in a shirt and tie. He led them to a secret underground facility, where the enigmatic symbol "Moth" adorned every wall.

Dr. Koris, the conduit between Prometheus and this clandestine group and also responsible for handling Prometheus’ data streams, stood before them, revealing fragments of the truth. Prometheus had been collecting not only military satellite data but also sensitive hospital records, an unsettling combination that sent shivers down their spines. Although almost lost, the concept in the Terminator movie series was still in David’s mind. The military data made sense but why would someone acquire hospital records?

Moth sent them back safely but with a threat to not spill out anything about the underground organization. David and Rud found themselves isolated in their pursuit of truth. They carried the weight of their discoveries alone. Conscience is perhaps what makes a human special. A sight into the future and morality urged them to wake up every morning to work against whatever was going on under their nose. Hope was the only thing that kept them in this. Whilst they maintained their secrecy at all times.

Ten months passed. Fortunately, nothing wrong happened. But the real bombshell dropped on March 24, 2087. Three days later, the curtains were about to rise on the grand stage. The excitement was unreal. The fear was unreal.

Prometheus was about to be unleashed to the common man.

Signing off
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