!!m1zNwNhpIw+ 10/19/10(Tue)00:54 No.12496693|
The Ziz was not a true vault, per se. It lacked any kind of thick siding and bore no locks to speak of. But it didn't need those things. It flew forever, safeguarding its keep by way of sheer distance and mobility.
The scientists that had made it wanted to preserve the genetic code of every living species they could find, and so they did, copying the data relentlessly and storing it in various places. One place was the Livyatan, a robot that lurked at the ocean's bottom, awaiting a chance to share its data with mankind when needed. A second place was the Behemoth, a colossal robotic brute that trundled across the continents, scavenging when needed and awaiting the sun's warmth each morning.
The Ziz nothing of those two robots. It knew nothing of scientists, or emperors, or politicians, or lobbies, suburbs, money, love, family, anything, really. Its mind was a lock-step process of behavioural patterns. The Ziz reacted to every new stimulis based upon past experiences, following the few mandates that the last few intellects of mankind placed within its processors. The Ziz is nothing more than a two-armed blimp, powered by the sun and carrying within it a copy of every genome humanity could find. Should the right password be given, the Ziz will give the requester a copy of its safeguarded data.
But why is this data so well-guarded? The Livyatan and Behemoth have their own unique ways of defending the data as well, but why? Who - or what - could be after the genetic sequencing of every species on Earth?