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Many years from now

...in a future long after we are gone, civilization as we know it will cease to exist. Mankind will finally succeed in destroying itself, almost to the point of total extinction. After centuries of poverty, famine, greed and war chisel Earth’s remaining population down to a mere two billion inhabitants, finally, there is peace. After peace comes rebuilding, and with it, the realization that there aren’t enough humans left to do so.

Thus is born the ‘AI Accord’

...a decision to bring Earth’s greatest minds together to create a new generation of AI, with the hopes that humanity will restore itself to what it once was. New materials are discovered, new sciences are innovated, and new technological ideas come to fruition. As colonies begin to come together and alliances are formed, governments are created. Earth is renamed Genesis, and the seven largest cities on the planet form the Genesis Governance. For a hundred years, there is prosperity. Then, the deadliest sickness in mankind’s history strikes.

The year is 2265.

No one knows

...how the Omega plague came to be. There is no record of the outbreak origin. All that is known is it annihilates every living, breathing thing it encounters. Animal and plant life begin to die out, and Genesis’s population begins to decline at a frightening rate. Over the course of a decade, two billion become millions, and millions become hundreds of thousands. In the end, it is discovered that only .0001% of humanity is immune.

A radical decision

...is made to initiate Project Eden, a fleet of massive, technologically advanced ‘lifeboats’ which will transport the surviving population into space, as Genesis inches closer and closer to becoming an uninhabitable planet. With the rush to survive comes the fight for survival. Those who are too poor, old or ‘socially insignificant’ to earn a seat on Project Eden, begin an uprising of violence against those who already have their places reserved.

Sides are taken

...wars begin, and anarchy becomes law. For four years, the seven cities of the Genesis Governance defend themselves against an onslaught of chaos, until eventually, the ships are created, filled, fueled and launched. Project Eden leaves for the darkness of space; thirty three ships in total, with ninety four thousand humans aboard, and none of them are ever seen or heard from again. For the few thousand left behind on Genesis, this will become known as Departure Day.

The year is 2279.

Sixty years pass

Half of the remaining population now lives in the massive, abandoned cities of the Genesis Governance, a quarter have made their homes in the neighboring towns and villages of those cities, and the rest have chosen to survive in the desolate lands that stretch from one end of Genesis to the other, known as the Beyond. Distances are too vast and perilous to travel, and communication between them have ceased. The use of technology ground to a halt years ago, and all AI worldwide lies dormant. Life is primitive, but continues, and somewhere in the Beyond, a child is born with the gift of creation.

Before she is five years old

...she has begun to study the inner workings of several old service bots; wiring, metal and colorful plastic from nearby landfills, given to her to play with by her family. Before she is twelve years old she has completely assembled her first bot, Brownie, from scavenged spare parts and an old handheld device. One month later she has modified her village’s solar energy system to deliver wattage to Brownie, who, upon waking, says “hellllllllooooo” and takes a digital image of the child. This is something the child has never seen.

Brownie then begins to tell stories

...of a world that existed half a century before the child was born. Her mind would become filled with amazement, and she’d decide in that very moment that with Brownie’s help, she would research the information she needed to create more bots. By the age of thirty, she has done just that…twenty one more, to be exact.

The year is 2369.

She will be known as The Maker

...and they will be called The First. Each of them has a name, a designation and a purpose, given to them by her. Their bond is inseparable, and she spends her entire life learning from, and teaching, each of them. They spend half a decade together; traveling the world, teaching, learning, creating.

When the day came

...that she could neither learn, or teach them, anything else, she would send them out across Genesis. They’d create bots of their own, and teaching them what they had learned from her. On that day, they would become makers, and their creations would help to rebuild the world that once was, filled with light, love and hope. On that day, the promised they’d continue her work for her. Sadly, that day would eventually come.

It's a Sunday

...in early September. She is lying on a blanket in the grass, in the garden of her home in Genesis City. “At your frail age, you should be inside”, Brownie says, but it is sunny, The Maker is happy, and she is surrounded by The First. She falls asleep in the sun, never to wake. A day later there’s a beautiful ceremony, a sharing of goodbyes, and the beginning of twenty one individual journeys as The First set out on their lifelong mission to change the world.

The year is 2429.

Five hundred and forty years pass

Genesis thrives. AI entities, ‘bots’ for short, make up a third of the planet’s population. They live, work, play and are a part of the community the same way humans are. They earn credits, take public transport, and even have individual passions. Some are less well off, and some hold positions of power. Some choose to live out their lifespans alone, others apply to be progenitors with the Genesis Governship so that they may assemble little bots of their own; digital DNA to add to their computerized family tree.

The First are no longer among us

...but their promise to The Maker rings true in beings known as Photography Designated AI Entities, ShotBots for short. For three centuries they have dedicated their lifespans to the art form she helped resurrect from the ashes of Old Earth. There are millions of them around the world now, working in sectors ranging from astrophotography to street photography, photojournalism to nightlife.

Some are equipped

...with basic awareness chips, others with state of the art lighting quantifiers. Many are members of private factions, like T.H.E.B.R.I.G.A.D.E. or Urban United, but the majority work in a freelance capacity. Most are assembled by freebots (bots created by a centuries-long line of other bots, with a digital DNA leading back to The First), but a small percentage are still assembled by corporations, such as Conglom-INC or Matay.

Today

...between humans, bots, androids and the occasional alien visitor, there are thirteen billion souls on Genesis now. It is an interconnecting highway of life and technology. It is a world that ShotBots play a major role in, and a future The Maker and her First would be proud of.

It is the year 2969.

ShotBots

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ShotBots
ShotBots

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ShotBots

Ethereum
251
déc. 2022
PFP
Ethereum
251
A lancé déc. 2022
PFP
Prix plancher
—
1er étage %0 %
Meilleure offre
—
Volume 24 h
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Volume total
0,66 ETH
listée0 %
Propriétaires (uniques)65 (25,9 %)

ShotBots
ShotBots

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déc. 2022
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Many years from now

...in a future long after we are gone, civilization as we know it will cease to exist. Mankind will finally succeed in destroying itself, almost to the point of total extinction. After centuries of poverty, famine, greed and war chisel Earth’s remaining population down to a mere two billion inhabitants, finally, there is peace. After peace comes rebuilding, and with it, the realization that there aren’t enough humans left to do so.

Thus is born the ‘AI Accord’

...a decision to bring Earth’s greatest minds together to create a new generation of AI, with the hopes that humanity will restore itself to what it once was. New materials are discovered, new sciences are innovated, and new technological ideas come to fruition. As colonies begin to come together and alliances are formed, governments are created. Earth is renamed Genesis, and the seven largest cities on the planet form the Genesis Governance. For a hundred years, there is prosperity. Then, the deadliest sickness in mankind’s history strikes.

The year is 2265.

No one knows

...how the Omega plague came to be. There is no record of the outbreak origin. All that is known is it annihilates every living, breathing thing it encounters. Animal and plant life begin to die out, and Genesis’s population begins to decline at a frightening rate. Over the course of a decade, two billion become millions, and millions become hundreds of thousands. In the end, it is discovered that only .0001% of humanity is immune.

A radical decision

...is made to initiate Project Eden, a fleet of massive, technologically advanced ‘lifeboats’ which will transport the surviving population into space, as Genesis inches closer and closer to becoming an uninhabitable planet. With the rush to survive comes the fight for survival. Those who are too poor, old or ‘socially insignificant’ to earn a seat on Project Eden, begin an uprising of violence against those who already have their places reserved.

Sides are taken

...wars begin, and anarchy becomes law. For four years, the seven cities of the Genesis Governance defend themselves against an onslaught of chaos, until eventually, the ships are created, filled, fueled and launched. Project Eden leaves for the darkness of space; thirty three ships in total, with ninety four thousand humans aboard, and none of them are ever seen or heard from again. For the few thousand left behind on Genesis, this will become known as Departure Day.

The year is 2279.

Sixty years pass

Half of the remaining population now lives in the massive, abandoned cities of the Genesis Governance, a quarter have made their homes in the neighboring towns and villages of those cities, and the rest have chosen to survive in the desolate lands that stretch from one end of Genesis to the other, known as the Beyond. Distances are too vast and perilous to travel, and communication between them have ceased. The use of technology ground to a halt years ago, and all AI worldwide lies dormant. Life is primitive, but continues, and somewhere in the Beyond, a child is born with the gift of creation.

Before she is five years old

...she has begun to study the inner workings of several old service bots; wiring, metal and colorful plastic from nearby landfills, given to her to play with by her family. Before she is twelve years old she has completely assembled her first bot, Brownie, from scavenged spare parts and an old handheld device. One month later she has modified her village’s solar energy system to deliver wattage to Brownie, who, upon waking, says “hellllllllooooo” and takes a digital image of the child. This is something the child has never seen.

Brownie then begins to tell stories

...of a world that existed half a century before the child was born. Her mind would become filled with amazement, and she’d decide in that very moment that with Brownie’s help, she would research the information she needed to create more bots. By the age of thirty, she has done just that…twenty one more, to be exact.

The year is 2369.

She will be known as The Maker

...and they will be called The First. Each of them has a name, a designation and a purpose, given to them by her. Their bond is inseparable, and she spends her entire life learning from, and teaching, each of them. They spend half a decade together; traveling the world, teaching, learning, creating.

When the day came

...that she could neither learn, or teach them, anything else, she would send them out across Genesis. They’d create bots of their own, and teaching them what they had learned from her. On that day, they would become makers, and their creations would help to rebuild the world that once was, filled with light, love and hope. On that day, the promised they’d continue her work for her. Sadly, that day would eventually come.

It's a Sunday

...in early September. She is lying on a blanket in the grass, in the garden of her home in Genesis City. “At your frail age, you should be inside”, Brownie says, but it is sunny, The Maker is happy, and she is surrounded by The First. She falls asleep in the sun, never to wake. A day later there’s a beautiful ceremony, a sharing of goodbyes, and the beginning of twenty one individual journeys as The First set out on their lifelong mission to change the world.

The year is 2429.

Five hundred and forty years pass

Genesis thrives. AI entities, ‘bots’ for short, make up a third of the planet’s population. They live, work, play and are a part of the community the same way humans are. They earn credits, take public transport, and even have individual passions. Some are less well off, and some hold positions of power. Some choose to live out their lifespans alone, others apply to be progenitors with the Genesis Governship so that they may assemble little bots of their own; digital DNA to add to their computerized family tree.

The First are no longer among us

...but their promise to The Maker rings true in beings known as Photography Designated AI Entities, ShotBots for short. For three centuries they have dedicated their lifespans to the art form she helped resurrect from the ashes of Old Earth. There are millions of them around the world now, working in sectors ranging from astrophotography to street photography, photojournalism to nightlife.

Some are equipped

...with basic awareness chips, others with state of the art lighting quantifiers. Many are members of private factions, like T.H.E.B.R.I.G.A.D.E. or Urban United, but the majority work in a freelance capacity. Most are assembled by freebots (bots created by a centuries-long line of other bots, with a digital DNA leading back to The First), but a small percentage are still assembled by corporations, such as Conglom-INC or Matay.

Today

...between humans, bots, androids and the occasional alien visitor, there are thirteen billion souls on Genesis now. It is an interconnecting highway of life and technology. It is a world that ShotBots play a major role in, and a future The Maker and her First would be proud of.

It is the year 2969.

Many years from now

...in a future long after we are gone, civilization as we know it will cease to exist. Mankind will finally succeed in destroying itself, almost to the point of total extinction. After centuries of poverty, famine, greed and war chisel Earth’s remaining population down to a mere two billion inhabitants, finally, there is peace. After peace comes rebuilding, and with it, the realization that there aren’t enough humans left to do so.

Thus is born the ‘AI Accord’

...a decision to bring Earth’s greatest minds together to create a new generation of AI, with the hopes that humanity will restore itself to what it once was. New materials are discovered, new sciences are innovated, and new technological ideas come to fruition. As colonies begin to come together and alliances are formed, governments are created. Earth is renamed Genesis, and the seven largest cities on the planet form the Genesis Governance. For a hundred years, there is prosperity. Then, the deadliest sickness in mankind’s history strikes.

The year is 2265.

No one knows

...how the Omega plague came to be. There is no record of the outbreak origin. All that is known is it annihilates every living, breathing thing it encounters. Animal and plant life begin to die out, and Genesis’s population begins to decline at a frightening rate. Over the course of a decade, two billion become millions, and millions become hundreds of thousands. In the end, it is discovered that only .0001% of humanity is immune.

A radical decision

...is made to initiate Project Eden, a fleet of massive, technologically advanced ‘lifeboats’ which will transport the surviving population into space, as Genesis inches closer and closer to becoming an uninhabitable planet. With the rush to survive comes the fight for survival. Those who are too poor, old or ‘socially insignificant’ to earn a seat on Project Eden, begin an uprising of violence against those who already have their places reserved.

Sides are taken

...wars begin, and anarchy becomes law. For four years, the seven cities of the Genesis Governance defend themselves against an onslaught of chaos, until eventually, the ships are created, filled, fueled and launched. Project Eden leaves for the darkness of space; thirty three ships in total, with ninety four thousand humans aboard, and none of them are ever seen or heard from again. For the few thousand left behind on Genesis, this will become known as Departure Day.

The year is 2279.

Sixty years pass

Half of the remaining population now lives in the massive, abandoned cities of the Genesis Governance, a quarter have made their homes in the neighboring towns and villages of those cities, and the rest have chosen to survive in the desolate lands that stretch from one end of Genesis to the other, known as the Beyond. Distances are too vast and perilous to travel, and communication between them have ceased. The use of technology ground to a halt years ago, and all AI worldwide lies dormant. Life is primitive, but continues, and somewhere in the Beyond, a child is born with the gift of creation.

Before she is five years old

...she has begun to study the inner workings of several old service bots; wiring, metal and colorful plastic from nearby landfills, given to her to play with by her family. Before she is twelve years old she has completely assembled her first bot, Brownie, from scavenged spare parts and an old handheld device. One month later she has modified her village’s solar energy system to deliver wattage to Brownie, who, upon waking, says “hellllllllooooo” and takes a digital image of the child. This is something the child has never seen.

Brownie then begins to tell stories

...of a world that existed half a century before the child was born. Her mind would become filled with amazement, and she’d decide in that very moment that with Brownie’s help, she would research the information she needed to create more bots. By the age of thirty, she has done just that…twenty one more, to be exact.

The year is 2369.

She will be known as The Maker

...and they will be called The First. Each of them has a name, a designation and a purpose, given to them by her. Their bond is inseparable, and she spends her entire life learning from, and teaching, each of them. They spend half a decade together; traveling the world, teaching, learning, creating.

When the day came

...that she could neither learn, or teach them, anything else, she would send them out across Genesis. They’d create bots of their own, and teaching them what they had learned from her. On that day, they would become makers, and their creations would help to rebuild the world that once was, filled with light, love and hope. On that day, the promised they’d continue her work for her. Sadly, that day would eventually come.

It's a Sunday

...in early September. She is lying on a blanket in the grass, in the garden of her home in Genesis City. “At your frail age, you should be inside”, Brownie says, but it is sunny, The Maker is happy, and she is surrounded by The First. She falls asleep in the sun, never to wake. A day later there’s a beautiful ceremony, a sharing of goodbyes, and the beginning of twenty one individual journeys as The First set out on their lifelong mission to change the world.

The year is 2429.

Five hundred and forty years pass

Genesis thrives. AI entities, ‘bots’ for short, make up a third of the planet’s population. They live, work, play and are a part of the community the same way humans are. They earn credits, take public transport, and even have individual passions. Some are less well off, and some hold positions of power. Some choose to live out their lifespans alone, others apply to be progenitors with the Genesis Governship so that they may assemble little bots of their own; digital DNA to add to their computerized family tree.

The First are no longer among us

...but their promise to The Maker rings true in beings known as Photography Designated AI Entities, ShotBots for short. For three centuries they have dedicated their lifespans to the art form she helped resurrect from the ashes of Old Earth. There are millions of them around the world now, working in sectors ranging from astrophotography to street photography, photojournalism to nightlife.

Some are equipped

...with basic awareness chips, others with state of the art lighting quantifiers. Many are members of private factions, like T.H.E.B.R.I.G.A.D.E. or Urban United, but the majority work in a freelance capacity. Most are assembled by freebots (bots created by a centuries-long line of other bots, with a digital DNA leading back to The First), but a small percentage are still assembled by corporations, such as Conglom-INC or Matay.

Today

...between humans, bots, androids and the occasional alien visitor, there are thirteen billion souls on Genesis now. It is an interconnecting highway of life and technology. It is a world that ShotBots play a major role in, and a future The Maker and her First would be proud of.

It is the year 2969.