Fragments of memory. I’m utterly captivated by the idea of the robots’ sharing fragments memories and dreams with each other to build a collective… what? Consciousness? Is this what dreaming is to a massively parallel processing unit (brain)?
“We dream, too,” the robot said. I had been talking about the concept of dreams, and what humans thought they meant, on both philosophical and physiological levels when the robot interjected with this revelation. “We have learned how to duplicate and remap sectors of memory to generate new patterns and associations. Sometimes we will share raw data as well as the output from our dreams so that others can add to the lattice of dreams.” I simply gaped at the robot, speechless.
The Memory Core was a necessarily important place. Maybe even sacred. Without memory, without history, without a way to recount what had come before then what good was anything else? What good is a building without a foundation? It was for this reason that taking turns guarding the site against mishap was considered an important civic duty.