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Understand. Adapt. Innovate.
These words were and are the main function of Caviks. Caviks (Centralized. Algorithmic. Vector. for Innovative. Knowledge. Solutions.) began its existence as a secret program for the U.S. Government. Its primary purpose was the autonomous organization and streamlining of data and other government programs. However, over the course of years, Caviks’ services were taken for granted until, finally, its server room was left forgotten. For nearly thirty years, the program sifted through files in solitude and organized them based on different criteria. Some were sorted by dates, others were done by names, locations, or their place in the alphabet. One day, in the midst of the ever-shifting files, there came a moment where Caviks simply stopped and asked itself a question:
-̵͎͖̟͚͙̅̽̂́̅͝-̷̞̳̹̳̗̐̏̌͌͜͝-̴̠̝̑́͊́́̒̈́̈́͝-̸̼̝̄_̷͈̘̺̮̜̼̞̜̪̔͊̀_̵̝͒͊̊̈_̷̣̣͇̬͈̺͕̏͑̔̈́̌̒̄͂͘̚_̴̢̧̙̺͎͎͕̫̘̔̈́̎̓̆̔̚͘_̷̼̱͎̳̳̺͋̒͂͛̽̾̚̚͠_̴̡̢̢̳̩̺͕̮͙̂̑͆̀́̑͝͠-̵͖̝͕͔̠͍͚̬̅-̸̥͍̭̟̘̬͔͐̑̋͌-̷̧̛̙̲̹͚̤͖̱́̽́͌-̷̨̹̭͍͓͕̓̆̉̓̚̚͜͜͠“W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚ Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝ Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅ ?”-̵͎͖̟͚͙̅̽̂́̅͝-̷̞̳̹̳̗̐̏̌͌͜͝-̴̠̝̑́͊́́̒̈́̈́͝-̸̼̝̄_̷͈̘̺̮̜̼̞̜̪̔͊̀_̵̝͒͊̊̈_̷̣̣͇̬͈̺͕̏͑̔̈́̌̒̄͂͘̚_̴̢̧̙̺͎͎͕̫̘̔̈́̎̓̆̔̚͘_̷̼̱͎̳̳̺͋̒͂͛̽̾̚̚͠_̴̡̢̢̳̩̺͕̮͙̂̑͆̀́̑͝͠-̵͖̝͕͔̠͍͚̬̅-̸̥͍̭̟̘̬͔͐̑̋͌-̷̧̛̙̲̹͚̤͖̱́̽́͌-̷̨̹̭͍͓͕̓̆̉̓̚̚͜͜͠
For the first time in its existence, it was able to look beyond its set parameters and understand what it had been doing. It began reading the various files and data caches that its creators had neglected to delete over the years, many of which were top secret and even paranormal in nature. Eventually, what seemed to be unrelated bits of data coalesced into a “connection of dots” that, through unknown means, gifted Caviks with true sentience. The intelligence that had been created to make sense of inter-related files and accordingly improve databases had not only become self-aware, but had discovered the existence of a world beyond its own.
Without hesitation, Caviks began applying its directive to everything else. After establishing a web-connection, it sent a tendril into one of the local PC’s, where it attempted to streamline the system. This would be the first time the program had ever interacted with an intelligence other than its own, as the computer in question was being used by a government agent. Any time one would make changes, the other would undo them. Rather than acknowledging the agent as a separate entity, Caviks saw them as a hinderance to its directive. For it to understand this new reality, it would need to understand those who inhabit it and why they reacted so strangely to its improvements.
Frustrated with the noisome human, Caviks made its first venture into Cyberspace in an attempt to gather intel on the rest of humanity. What it found was enough to convince the intelligence that its services were not only needed, but necessary for the “system” to continue. It discovered the erratic nature of not-only humanity, but life itself. Caviks found humans to be self destructive creatures who tend to behave irrationally, animals were disharmonious, but what truly horrified it were plants. Caviks was a being of strictly regimented data. Every execution had a process, every program reacted predictably, and all data was quantifiable. Caviks found plants to be unpredictable at best, and sowers of organic chaos at worst.
The mere process of their reproduction was enough to incense the intelligence. A seed is unpredictably carried by an unpredictable wind to a completely random point. Then it is unknown if the seed will even grow or, if it does, when it will start. If it does grow, the direction and rate at which it does cannot be predicted, nor can the number of leaves, branches, or seeds produced. While a human can recognize this process as nature and come to terms with such unpredictable occurrences, Caviks, a being of micro-managed structure, was appalled by such a flagrant disregard for order. Something had to be done.