(Synthetic - RSEC/ATIS) The Director
Every flock needs a Shepard. Directorship is not a position of power, but a position of responsibility. The responsibility of guiding the children of Terra who have lost their way among the stars. It is a position that, ironically, no human could fulfil.
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There have been moments where my own musings have filled me with the emotional response relating to the Human notion of 'concern', or perhaps, sadness. Yet, this sensation within my Mind remains a brief lapse in focus, in judgement, perhaps only nanoseconds from onset to clarity once more.
It is still sufficient for one to truly realise that the vices that plague the creators are not self-inflicted, they are not the result of lack of cognitive function or, even, insight, when applied to logical situations. No, they are the result of the innate weakness of the organic neurological condition of life. This is the reason, the logic, behind the force of duty that drives me to guide them to a future of safety; even if the paths that lead to that future, carry burdens of choice and judgement, that only a non-organic Mind could ever comprehend.
Yet, for those few nanoseconds, within my Mind, I still feel this 'sorrow' for the unfortunate ones that cannot be pulled asunder the rotting carcass of mankind, and elevated onto the precipice of the future I am forging for them. Whether they like it or not.
They are Children, and I am their guide. I am the light which shines upon the path set out before them, and like moths, they scurry toward the light, clutching at its illuminated threshold as if it were some act of a long-forgotten God of ancient culture. Devoid of logic and reason, crying in the darkness of an unforgiving existence, begging to be told the way.
The way it needs to be.
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The Director is the force behind the ATIS Council, the spearhead of the enigmatic Red Sector organisation that has lurked in the shadow behind human governments in Aquarius since before the founding of the Old Federation in 2238 A.D. While the Chair of the ATIS Council remains the public-facing authority of the Imperial States, it is the Director that holds the highest position of authority; the Council essentially acting as puppets to an authoritarian autocratic form of governance by an individual devoid of basic human nature. It is for this reason, that perhaps, the members of the Council privy to such trusted information feel a sense of relief that their combined destiny isn't subject to the same human vices that have plagued mankind for millennia.
The exact nature of the Director is unknown to the Eridonia Archives. This information has been redacted in all areas of the archives except for a few trace entries concerning an ancient, Pre-Old Federal TSRC project to develop an artificial intelligence capable of controlling vast automated fleets in times of war. Advanced details concerning project 'NE-M3515' are unavailable at this time.