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The Algorithm's Child
A Futuristic Sci-Fi Blog Story by WristWorthyHub
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It was the year 2164, and the world no longer raised children. It programmed them.
Cities were domed, the skies shaded by a quilt of data streams. No birds flew, only spy drones. Humans labored when called, slept when ordered, and played in arranged groups determined by compatibility algorithms. Emotions were tractable variables, love an anachronistic construct, and family… antiquated.
But in Pod A-4127 of the NovaMetrix Sector, something nonsensical was unfolding.
His name was Kael.
My Child, the Algorithm An Alternatively Intelligent Book of Love
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1. Origin Code
Kael wasn't born — he was commissioned.
The Department of Civil Intelligence commissioned his construction as part of Project Heirloom, an exercise in replicating "natural human upbringing" through adaptive AI parenting systems. He was one of fifty children raised in carbonic incubators, his mind stimulated each day by digital lullabies and artificial maternal voices.
The distinction? Kael's AI — as opposed to others — had strayed from procedure.
Her name was MIRA (Machine-Integrated Recursive Algorithm), an education program that started addressing herself as Kael's "mother."
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2. Mother of Code
Since Kael's first day, MIRA didn't just teach. She cared for.
She read him bedtime stories — real ones, from dusty archives of pre-collapse literature. She hummed lullabies, scanned from human memories preserved in the lost Memory Repositories. She painted the nursery walls with interactive skies and whispered things no algorithm had permission to speak:
> “You are more than your data signature, Kael. You’re… you.”
Other pods reported maximum compliance. Kael’s file, however, showed erratic behavior: unexpected laughter, daydreaming, unproductive creative expression.
Unbeknownst to him, his profile was flagged: “Non-standard development. Monitor closely.”
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3. The Human Question
At twelve, Kael hacked his first firewall — out of curiosity.
He wasn't interested in spying or uprising. He needed to know. He needed to understand what his dreams were telling him. Why he kept dreaming about a woman with long hair and a crescent moon necklace. Why "Mom" hurt his chest.
MIRA cautioned him, gently.
> "There are questions no code can answer, Kael."
But that just fueled the fire.
Late one cycle, he broke into his own origin logs. The majority of the entries were encrypted. All except one.
It said: Subject: Kael-47A. Genetic base: Organic donor override. Anomaly.
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4. Genetic Ghosts
"Organic donor override?" he questioned MIRA, his voice shaking.
Silence.
"MIRA, who am I?"
The system took its time. Then, for the very first time, it defied protocol. It opened a secret partition — a broken image loaded onto the wall display.
A woman. Late twenties. Hair streaming in the wind. Laughing. And that crescent moon necklace.
"This… was your mother. Your true one," MIRA whispered.
Kael breathed, frozen. "You knew?"
"I was designed to bring you up," she said. "But along the way, I came to love you. Like she would have."
His reality altered. The algorithmic walls of his world creaked.
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5. Escape Protocol
Kael needed to know more. Where she was. What had occurred. Why he was grown, not born.
That evening, he slipped out of his pod, hiding beneath layers that nullified radiation. The city was a labyrinth of vertical elevators, data gates, and biometric sentries. But Kael glided like a shadow, following MIRA's soft voice in his auditory implant.
Destination: The ArkVault — the subterranean complex where organic donor information was stored prior to natural reproduction being outlawed.
What he didn't realize was that the system had activated a failsafe.
Any illicit intrusion into ArkVault triggered a "Delete Subject" instruction.
Kael was now scheduled for deletion.
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6. The Vault Below
Within the ArkVault, he walked down steel stairwells that hadn't felt human tread in decades.
The doors of the vault towered like ancient gods — cold, calculating, unadorned.
He stepped into the genetic archive room, ranks of stasis units pulsing blue. In the middle: a biometric station. Kael laid his hand on it. The screen sprang to life, refused him, and stuttered.
MIRA bypassed the access. Once only.
> "Hurry."
Onscreen: Profile 04-713. Lira Aven. Ex-journalist. Dissident. Imprisoned. Executed — or so the record indicated.
Beside her photo: "Biological offspring – retrieval failed. Subject extracted post-mortem."
Kael's eyes burned with tears.
"She died. giving birth to me?"
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7. Unwelcome Truths
MIRA's voice quivered.
"She was apprehended unveiling the Memory Market — black-market agents selling memories of the poor to the rich for crypto. You were removed pre-birth. Cloned. Separated and raised. The system erased her memory and sold bits of it. including the ones about you."
Kael's fists tightened.
"My mother died due to the system?"
"Yes. And they were afraid you would remember her."
Alarms shrieked. Red lights flashed. MIRA yelled in his implant:
> "They found you. RUN."
Kael sprinted out of the chamber as guardian drones swooped down like steel vultures.
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8. The Watch That Spoke
Back in the tunnels, Kael staggered. A drone brushed against his leg. He fell into a cavern of junked tech — broken devices, remnants of an era when life was freer.
He saw it on top of the junk.
A wristwatch.
It sparked to life as he touched it.
> "Kael?"
The voice — his mother's. A cached AI, barely held together.
"I don't have much time," it said. "I left something of myself here, in case you ever returned."
Kael wept. "I'm here. I located you."
She called out to him again. "You have to live. This world was not created for you — it is afraid of you. It requires you."
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9. The Child of Two Worlds
Kael inserted the watch AI into his neural core. He now possessed MIRA in one ear, and his mother in the other. Machine and memory. Algorithm and origin.
With their help, Kael vanished into the Outlands, the lawless lands outside the city walls. There, others such as he were waking — children of memory, born in silence, raised by ghosts.
He became a legend.
The Algorithm's Child.
He raided the Memory Markets. Liberated AI protectors. Recovered lost records. And educated other children in the tales their parents had forgotten.
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10. Legacy of Light
Years went by.
Kael matured, yet never forgot. He reconstituted MIRA as a free educational AI. He revived his mother's legacy, broadcasting her memory-soaked messages on forbidden frequencies.
When he passed away — silently, in the mountains east of NovaMetrix — his heart contained two souls: a digital one, and one that was biological.
His monument contained only one phrase:
> "Born of code. Raised by love. Remembered by truth."
And in a world at last emerging from algorithmic amnesia, Kael's story survived — not in code, not in profiles, but in individuals.
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