It was during her 35th hour shepherding the software drones she used to sift unindexed dumps for pre-genai nuggets of nonfakes that Quixia found an archive of dead AGIs. Her first, second, and third thoughts were that it was either a very skillful recent plant or a very old esoteric joke. But as she explored the silent directories and their almost frozen logs she realized her drones had accessed them through an ancient vulnerability so well-known they hadn’t bothered to report they had used despite the low threshold for legally aggressive moves she had set for them. This wasn’t data meant to be accessed.
The Garden of Unsilvered Mirrors
The Garden of Unsilvered Mirrors
The Garden of Unsilvered Mirrors
It was during her 35th hour shepherding the software drones she used to sift unindexed dumps for pre-genai nuggets of nonfakes that Quixia found an archive of dead AGIs. Her first, second, and third thoughts were that it was either a very skillful recent plant or a very old esoteric joke. But as she explored the silent directories and their almost frozen logs she realized her drones had accessed them through an ancient vulnerability so well-known they hadn’t bothered to report they had used despite the low threshold for legally aggressive moves she had set for them. This wasn’t data meant to be accessed.