While the piece** below,
Nuages gris (aka
Trübe Wolken) --
Grey Clouds in English (as one rarely ever sees it) -- did not provide any direct inspiration for the story, only the name (one I've used in my WiPs, but that's literally another story), it did pop into my mind almost immediately.
Given that
- I like to write about various forms of AI,
- some fear the end state of nanotechnology is "grey goo",
- cloud computing is currently the bees knees for some,
the basic idea behind the story was obvious: an artificial intelligence that had been designed to run "in the cloud" but that, during its creation, was
sandboxed*** on a single server, tried to escape its cage, making (3D printing) nano computers on which to run, but was thwarted by the server in which it was sandboxed being destroyed, leaving it without sufficient resources to fully understand what was going on (hence the "serve her" business).
Unfortunately, the bit about the missing resources itself went missing (at least as an explicit thing) in the editing down, which may have confused many (all?) readers.
Anyway, here's the music (not necessarily what the listener on the Clapham omnibus might expect from the composer):
** - Audio only: it isn't packed to the gunwales with notes, so there's no real need to see the pianist's hands.
