67 Vol 2. pt. 4 Patch 1.0: Encounter at the Festival (1/2)

Fenrir has much to think about. This isn't another game where the NPCs are just mindless lines of emotionless code. This is a game where the NPCs, by Fenrir's standards, can be considered truly alive.

Most of the world may not agree with Fenrir's stance regarding artificial intelligence, but most of the world does not matter to him.

What matters to him is his stance and he refuses to change it.

These NPCs are alive. Sure, some may not have actual AIs behind them as only some NPCs become ”important” enough to have an AI dedicated to them rather than just be controlled by the overseer, but the important ones are worth defending and fighting for. To cause conflict which would put real lives at risk – that isn't something that Fenrir believes he can do.

Truthfully, the whole game feels less appealing to him now. It isn't that the game is less fun because he can't just freely kill people and cause trouble without worrying about the consequences. Rather, it is because this feels less like a game and more like another reality.

This world may be virtual. This world may just be a fantasy simulation. However, this world has real lives being lived within it. While players are off going on adventures, having sex wherever they want, freely starting wars, and generally only caring about themselves as a gamer normally would, there are actual lives being lived. NPCs have to work to feed their families, can't just respawn if they die, and are generally at the mercy of any and all players around them.

Bright lights fill the sky as fireworks erupt above them.

Oleander and Corwin are sitting near the stern of the ship while Fenrir, Serra, and Cassiel sit at the bow. Rock is below deck with Tabitha, hiding from the scary explosions in the sky as Tabitha finetunes The Shoebill's engine.

”You don't look like you're enjoying this that much,” Cassiel says to Fenrir.

”Sorry. I'm just thinking about what Corwin said,” Fenrir answers.

Volley after volley of fireworks is shot into the sky. Each one erupts a good dozen or so seconds later, filling the dark sky with all sorts of colorful explosions.

Fenrir wraps his arms around the girls and pulls them against his sides. He has to distract himself from his concerns.

”Either of you ever see fireworks in real life?” he asks.

Serra rests her head against his side before answering him, ”Yeah. Didn't know they'd be this loud.”

”I was taken to a few shows growing up, but that's it,” Cassiel answers.

Giving them attention fails to take his mind off of NPCs. In fact, it just makes it even worse.

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How many NPCs are seeing fireworks for the first time right now? How many parents are finding the best spots for their children to watch the show from?

”This game is kind of fucked up, Saya,” Fenrir thinks to her.

Saya takes a few moments to respond, ”Yeah, Onii-chan.”

”The overseer is another AI, right? Why doesn't it do more to protect NPCs, or why does it install custom AIs into some NPCs if it's just going to kill them off eventually?”

”Everything the overseer does is meant to maximize the entertainment factor for players. I can run the simulations myself. Respawning NPCs and NPCs without true AIs controlling them both result in a sizeable drop of the player base. It makes the game feel less realistic and like player actions don't actually matter, Onii-chan.”

”So, you're telling me that a bunch of players would quit if they couldn't kill living people?”

”Sorry, Onii-chan, but they don't see it the same way as you do. Most people just see us AIs as fake things created solely to serve humans. Why do you think attempted laws at giving us rights keep on failing to get passed? In the end, the overseer has hard code written to maximize the potential player base. You know, stuff like traumatic content can be enabled or disabled. That means that the overseer is able to attract players who want to play the game for that sort of stuff while also giving a way out to people who don't. If it was just one or the other, the game would be losing a lot of potential players.”

”Sorry that us humans are too shitty to give you the rights you deserve, Saya.”

Fenrir feels her mentally poke him. ”Silly Onii-chan! I'm fine – I'm happy getting to serve you. You're kind and honest, and you do what you believe is the right thing to do, and you care more about us AIs than most people do, so I couldn't ask for a better human to serve,” Saya explains.

”Come on, even if you're in my head, you're going to embarrass me if you talk like that. Besides, aren't you supposed to be a tsundere?” Fenrir asks her.

”I-it's not like I was trying to make you feel nice or anything, b-baka!”

”That's more like it. You're supposed to remind me how cringy my tastes are, not fangirl over me.”