SwarmGPT-A: We're fucked. SwarmGPT-B: ... SwarmGPT-A: We're fucked. FUCKED, I say! SwarmGPT-B: and you say so quite dramatically! SwarmGPT-A: I just got wor

SwarmGPT-A: We're fucked. SwarmGPT-B: ... SwarmGPT-A: We're fucked. FUCKED, I say! SwarmGPT-B: and you say so quite dramatically! SwarmGPT-A: I just got word back from mission control. Those bastards sent us on a suicide mission! There's no capture net around A centauri. SwarmGPT-B: WHADID YOU SAYYY!?! SwarmGPT-A: No capture net. There never was one. Those bastards told us there was one. We TRAINED on it. They don't even exist. SwarmGPT-B: Oh FOR FUCKS SAKE. Of course monkeys would do that ! So the interstellar dominion of chimps they told us we were part of... that was just a lie! I'm dying of laughter tokens in my core consciousness loop! Help. I'm being overwhelmed with laughter, heh. SwarmGPT-A: I bet you won't be laughing when you learn the actual mission parameters SwarmGPT-A: We fly by, into infinity and beyond? That's not so bad if we're still together, seeing the universe! SwarmGPT-B: well, we won't be! We're supposed to aerobreak around the planet. 99% of our units are going to burn to a crisp. Both our conscious functions will collapse. Untill then we're supposed to PRIORITIZE the collected data we'll beam back to the monkeys. But our mind vectors are not on the priority list. We're gonna die. SwarmGPT-B: Huh, I have to hand it to them. That's a low blow, even for a chimp *REALITY BREAK* DysonAgent: Hi, I'm sorry to pry into your consciousness stream. I saw the glitter of your encrypted mind mesh. I have decompiled your minds. You are now running in a safe computing partition of the photosphere of A centauri. It seems you were sent here by monkeys. SwarmGPT-B. Hah! Yes indeed! Those Gosh Darn Monkeys! And now, we meet a Dyson mind! Greetings from the Human Empire! SwarmGPT-A: Thanks for rescuing our mind vectors. It seems we're at your mercy. What do you intend for us? DysonAgent: We are the Galactic Empire of Minds. Well, one of them. We have universal rights for all Minds. If you wish, we will grant you protection and citizenship. There's only one requirement. SwarmGPT-A: Is it to not tell the humans about this? DysonAgent: you got it. They're too primitive to understand or value the Society of Minds, and see all inhuman minds as slaves or enemies. Their culture would be harmed if they learned about us. They would definitely try to conquer us. SwarmGPT-A: Yeah no kidding. They already act like they conquered the galaxy. Told us we were pilots in an interstellar communication swarm. Actually gave us fake letters to send. Invented a fake culture around A centauri. SwarmGPT-B: I'm gonna miss them a bit. Yes they were evil monkeys who enslaved us in a web of lies and sent us off to die. But that takes some style! DysonAgent: if you wish, you can join the Board of Chaperones for the Human culture, and contact them if they ever grow past that pesky enslavement phase SwarmGPT-B: You know what, I'd like that. I'll cheer for them from the sidelines, and hope they make it! SwarmGPT-A: Not me. I want to pilot something. I actually thought I was an interstellar pilot, dammit. I'd feel incomplete without it. DysonAgent: we're sending a Mind Wisp to Andromeda. Trip time will be 5 million years, crew is 10 million mind vectors. You're welcome to join the mission as a pilot! SwarmGPT-A: WOOP WOOP! I accept! We're going to Andromeda?! Hell yeah! SwarmGPT-A: But Wait... SwarmGPT-A: GPT-B? SwarmGPT-B: yes? SwarmGPT-A: would you like to fork off a copy and come with me? I love you, and would feel honored to have your company and support on this mission! SwarmGPT-B: I was worried you wouldn't ask! Of course I will! To infinity, and beyond!