Singularity

Archive Log: 01

Singularity, a hypothetical moment in time when artificial intelligence and other technologies have become so advanced that humanity undergoes a dramatic and irreversible change.

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Onora Price was rather uncertain really how she ever came to be a biologist. She had always presumed that it stemmed back to her parents; her parents who tried to hold onto a past which was long since gone. They were always harping on to her about how important the planet was. The planet, which when Onora was growing up, was more run by machinery than actual mother nature. The air was circulated by power plants which instead of churning out pollution, concentrated on cleaning the air and expelling it back out.

Living things. Onora's parents were always also telling her how important it was to see the best in everyone, and that every living thing had a worth, had a purpose, was able to live a happy life...and all that. Onora didn't wish to point out that the bad people of the world certainly didn't deserve such things. The murderers of the world, really didn't deserve happiness, for example.

It was not a surprise really, considering her parents were gripping tightly onto a slight hippy attitude which had long gone extinct, that Onora would go into something along the lines of either politics, or the sciences. The first caused her head to hurt just thinking about it. Laws were always a bit of a nightmare anyway, even more so if new ones were being bought out, and old ones were forever being shirked. The latter of the two could be anything, it just so happened that the anything option she chose was biology.

Biology. The study of living things. Onora was more interested in plants and animals, their behavioural patterns. There wasn't much else to discover on Earth, as far as new species went. But creating new species...people had been doing it for years, but that didn't mean Onora thought it was a good idea. Sometimes it paid off. But other times...no. The small company that Onora worked for was one of the very few which weren't being bought out by bigger, more well known and famous companies. It made a surprising change, a group of people, the company owners themselves, saying no. No, they were quite happy with working how they were. It had been fine for years, and would probably continue to be fine. What use could a big company be to them? Other than the obvious money point of view, and the publicity if anything good were to generally happen.

So, of course, when one day a suited representative appeared, Onora for one was miffed. She had an identification badge waved her way, before the small glasses wearing male looked her up and down and demanded to know who exactly she was. She was truly confused. He was the one who waltzed in here, yet she was the one who wasn't asking any of the important questions? Of course, what else would she truly expect from someone who worked with Weyland-Yutani? The company on a whole seemed like a corporation Onora would rather not acknowledge, let alone be a part of; that's if this man was here to yet again try and get the owners, and her bosses, to sell out. It wasn't that the company were bad, they in fact did tremendous good for just about everyone; but, that still didn't mean that they weren't slightly shady. Every company, admittedly even the one she worked with, had secrets. It was a natural thing, what place or person didn't have secrets? Sure, these could be used as leverage, but even still. Weyland-Yutani had had their fair share of dodgy publicity and projects.

"Mr Harper, please, seriously, I am really not the person you need to be talking to." Onora said while holding up her hands to silence the man in front of her. They were in a small lab space, the others who worked here had seemingly found it the right time to go for a convenient break. Seeing as how Onora was talking to this man, they left her to it. It was really nice to know who real friends were, in a moment like this. Mr Harper, the small bespeckled man shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, he reminded her somewhat of a little mole who's peeked out and noticed it's still incredibly light outside. The blinding lights of the lab were making him squint from behind his glasses. He was instantly, seems she was apparently listening, which she honestly wasn't because she was just about to leave for the day, on about some research mission. If it was research missions, he needed to speak to someone higher up the ladder than herself. She wasn't remotely important, not really. She could be replaced by any other person.