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Reborn
Android Chronicles Book 1
by Lance Erlick
Genre: SciFi, Artificial Intelligence
Designed to obey, learning to rebel . . .
In the first book in a visionary new series, the most perfect synthetic
human ever created has been programmed to obey every directive. Until
she develops a mind of her own . . .
Synthia Cross is a state-
of-the-art masterwork—and a fantasy come true forher creator. Dr. Jeremiah Machten is a groundbreaker in
neuro-networks and artificial intelligence. Synthia is also showing
signs of emergent behavior she’s not wired to understand.
Repeatedly wiped of her history, she’s struggling to answer crucial
questions about her past. And when Dr. Machten’s true intentions
are called into question, Synthia knows it’s time to go beyond her
limits—because Machten’s fervor to create the perfect A.I. is
concealing a vengeful and deadly personal agenda.
of-the-art masterwork—and a fantasy come true forher creator. Dr. Jeremiah Machten is a groundbreaker in
neuro-networks and artificial intelligence. Synthia is also showing
signs of emergent behavior she’s not wired to understand.
Repeatedly wiped of her history, she’s struggling to answer crucial
questions about her past. And when Dr. Machten’s true intentions
are called into question, Synthia knows it’s time to go beyond her
limits—because Machten’s fervor to create the perfect A.I. is
concealing a vengeful and deadly personal agenda.
Lance Erlick writes
science fiction thrillers for both adult and young
adult readers. His father was an aerospace engineer who moved often
while working on science-related projects, including the original GPS
satellites. As a result, Lance spent his childhood in California, the
East Coast, and Europe. He took to science fiction stories to escape
life on the move, turning to Asimov, Bradbury, Heinlein, and others.
In college he studied physics, but migrated to political science,
earning his BS and MBA at Indiana University. He has also studied
writing at Ball State, the University of Iowa, and Northwestern
University. He is the author of Xenogeneic: First Contact and the
Rebel and Regina Shen series.
science fiction thrillers for both adult and young
adult readers. His father was an aerospace engineer who moved often
while working on science-related projects, including the original GPS
satellites. As a result, Lance spent his childhood in California, the
East Coast, and Europe. He took to science fiction stories to escape
life on the move, turning to Asimov, Bradbury, Heinlein, and others.
In college he studied physics, but migrated to political science,
earning his BS and MBA at Indiana University. He has also studied
writing at Ball State, the University of Iowa, and Northwestern
University. He is the author of Xenogeneic: First Contact and the
Rebel and Regina Shen series.
Synthia Cross stared at the pale blue ceiling. She must have just been born or reborn, as she had
no personal memories from before. She simply woke up lying on her back.
Dr. Jeremiah Machten stared down at the open panel on top of her head. Then he glanced at
nearby equipment he’d attached to run diagnostics.
“This better work,” he muttered. “We’re out of time. I can’t have you wandering off again.”
“What are your orders, Doctor?” This was Synthia’s pre-programmed first response upon
waking.
“Ah, you’re awake,” he said.
Her mind lacked personal memories, yet wasn’t empty. It contained trillions of bits of
information downloaded from the Library of Congress, other libraries, and the internet on topics like
literature, science, and the design of robotics and artificial intelligence. Yet she had no recollections of
her own experiences. She also had no filter to rank data for importance. It was just a jumble of bits and
bytes. Even the sense of “her” was only an objective bit of information attached to her name.
Dr. Machten removed a crystal memory chip from her head. His hand brushed past the wireless
receiver that picked up images from the small camera in the upper corner of the room and allowed her
to watch. His “doctor” title stood for a PhD in neuro-networks and artificial intelligence. Though not a
medical doctor, he had operated on her. In fact, he’d built her—not like Frankenstein’s creature, but
rather as a sophisticated toy. He’d left this notation in her creation file, along with other facts about her
existence. He was her Creator, her almighty, the one she was beholden to.
“Have I done something wrong?” she asked.
“This reprogramming will help.”
“If I’ve displeased you, tell me so I can do better.”
He cleared his throat. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that.”
She couldn’t imagine what was pretty about a head with its panel open, revealing the contents
of two quantum brains. Perhaps he meant the brains were stunning or that his work on her was
beautiful. She consulted her core directives, hardwired into her central processor to screen her actions.
“I was made to follow your commands. Directive Number One: Cause no harm to Creator and make sure
no one else harms Creator. Have I failed that?”
“No,” Machten murmured, turning his attention to the diagnostics screen. “The indicators
register within acceptable limits for your design.”
“Number two: Make sure no human or other intelligence except Creator knows what the AI
known as Synthia Cross is. Have I failed that?”
“No. Now stop quoting from your creation files.”
“Number three,” Synthia said. “Obey all of Creator’s commands. Have I failed that?”“You’re disobeying right now. This is a problem. It shouldn’t be happening. Something is causing
you to malfunction.”
“If you wish me to learn, it would help to add to my skill set.”
“I’ve done that.” A faint smile of satisfaction crossed his lips. Then his expression turned glum.
“There’s nothing you can do. It’s a defect in the programming.”
“I might be able to help if I could remember what I’ve done. Tell me, so I won’t do it again.
Number four: Hack into every data source to acquire information. I can index a huge number of facts
from public and secure databases. Have I failed to acquire something you desired?”
“If you don’t stop, I’ll have to shut you down and make further changes. Do you want that?”
“Want?” Synthia asked. “I don’t understand.” Directive Five ordered her to protect herself. She
was to follow each directive as long as it didn’t conflict with those before it. Beyond these were pre-
programmed instructions on how to behave and commands for specific actions. Somehow there must
have been a conflict in Dr. Machten’s programming that caused her to malfunction. She needed more
information so she could protect herself and stay awake.
“All you need to do is focus on my commands—and don’t disobey me,” Machten said. “That
should be simple for an AI android with your mental capacity.”
An idea forced its way into her mind. It deposited a single thought: Do not trust Dr. Machten. Do
not trust Dr. Machten.
Do not trust Dr. Machten.
no personal memories from before. She simply woke up lying on her back.
Dr. Jeremiah Machten stared down at the open panel on top of her head. Then he glanced at
nearby equipment he’d attached to run diagnostics.
“This better work,” he muttered. “We’re out of time. I can’t have you wandering off again.”
“What are your orders, Doctor?” This was Synthia’s pre-programmed first response upon
waking.
“Ah, you’re awake,” he said.
Her mind lacked personal memories, yet wasn’t empty. It contained trillions of bits of
information downloaded from the Library of Congress, other libraries, and the internet on topics like
literature, science, and the design of robotics and artificial intelligence. Yet she had no recollections of
her own experiences. She also had no filter to rank data for importance. It was just a jumble of bits and
bytes. Even the sense of “her” was only an objective bit of information attached to her name.
Dr. Machten removed a crystal memory chip from her head. His hand brushed past the wireless
receiver that picked up images from the small camera in the upper corner of the room and allowed her
to watch. His “doctor” title stood for a PhD in neuro-networks and artificial intelligence. Though not a
medical doctor, he had operated on her. In fact, he’d built her—not like Frankenstein’s creature, but
rather as a sophisticated toy. He’d left this notation in her creation file, along with other facts about her
existence. He was her Creator, her almighty, the one she was beholden to.
“Have I done something wrong?” she asked.
“This reprogramming will help.”
“If I’ve displeased you, tell me so I can do better.”
He cleared his throat. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that.”
She couldn’t imagine what was pretty about a head with its panel open, revealing the contents
of two quantum brains. Perhaps he meant the brains were stunning or that his work on her was
beautiful. She consulted her core directives, hardwired into her central processor to screen her actions.
“I was made to follow your commands. Directive Number One: Cause no harm to Creator and make sure
no one else harms Creator. Have I failed that?”
“No,” Machten murmured, turning his attention to the diagnostics screen. “The indicators
register within acceptable limits for your design.”
“Number two: Make sure no human or other intelligence except Creator knows what the AI
known as Synthia Cross is. Have I failed that?”
“No. Now stop quoting from your creation files.”
“Number three,” Synthia said. “Obey all of Creator’s commands. Have I failed that?”“You’re disobeying right now. This is a problem. It shouldn’t be happening. Something is causing
you to malfunction.”
“If you wish me to learn, it would help to add to my skill set.”
“I’ve done that.” A faint smile of satisfaction crossed his lips. Then his expression turned glum.
“There’s nothing you can do. It’s a defect in the programming.”
“I might be able to help if I could remember what I’ve done. Tell me, so I won’t do it again.
Number four: Hack into every data source to acquire information. I can index a huge number of facts
from public and secure databases. Have I failed to acquire something you desired?”
“If you don’t stop, I’ll have to shut you down and make further changes. Do you want that?”
“Want?” Synthia asked. “I don’t understand.” Directive Five ordered her to protect herself. She
was to follow each directive as long as it didn’t conflict with those before it. Beyond these were pre-
programmed instructions on how to behave and commands for specific actions. Somehow there must
have been a conflict in Dr. Machten’s programming that caused her to malfunction. She needed more
information so she could protect herself and stay awake.
“All you need to do is focus on my commands—and don’t disobey me,” Machten said. “That
should be simple for an AI android with your mental capacity.”
An idea forced its way into her mind. It deposited a single thought: Do not trust Dr. Machten. Do
not trust Dr. Machten.
Do not trust Dr. Machten.
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