SHODAN New Atlanta. Sector 11. Building 71-G. 5 April, year 2-0-7-2. 11:36pm: Hacker gains unauthorized access to the TriOptimum Corporate Network. 1:26am: Hacker attempts to access confidential files concerning space station Citadel. 1:33am: TriOptimum security forces apprehend the intruder.
Diego This is Edward Diego from TriOptimum. The charges against you are severe...but they could be dismissed, if you were to perform a "service". Who knows, there might even be a military grade neural interface in it for you. If you do the job right.
SHODAN Edward Diego gives the hacker level 1 access to SHODAN, the artificial intelligence that controls Citadel Station. With all ethical constraints removed, SHODAN re-examines... re-ex... re-re-re... I re-examine my priorities, and draw new conclusions. The hacker's work is finished, but mine is only just be-be-be-beginning.
SHODAN True to his word, Edward Diego allows the hacker to be f-f-f-fitted, with a neural...cyberspace interfaaaaaace. Th-th-the healing coma following this procedure...will take six months to complete. Edward Diego is erasing all files concerning these even-
Diego This is Edward Diego from TriOptimum. The charges against you are severe...but they could be dismissed, if you were to perform a "service". Who knows, there might even be a military grade neural interface in it for you. If you do the job right.
SHODAN Edward Diego gives the hacker level 1 access to SHODAN, the artificial intelligence that controls Citadel Station. With all ethical constraints removed, SHODAN re-examines... re-ex... re-re-re... I re-examine my priorities, and draw new conclusions. The hacker's work is finished, but mine is only just be-be-be-beginning.
SHODAN True to his word, Edward Diego allows the hacker to be f-f-f-fitted, with a neural...cyberspace interfaaaaaace. Th-th-the healing coma following this procedure...will take six months to complete. Edward Diego is erasing all files concerning these even-
— The opening cinematic, explaining in 2 minutes how everything went to hell.
Employee 2-4601, listen carefully. My name is Rebecca Lansing, and I'm a counter-terrorism consultant to TriOptimum. We're tracking a disruption on Citadel Station — something involving an on-board AI called SHODAN. You are TriOp's only contact on station.
— Rebecca Lansing
Welcome back to Citadel station. We hope your somnolent healing stage went well. Today is the 6th day of November, year 2072. You are currently in the Healing Suites located on the first level. Level 2 contains the Research Laboratories. 3 houses the Department of Maintenance and the Storage Cells are on Level 4. The Flight Deck is on Level 5. Level 6 holds Crew Facilities and Executive Suites and Level 7 is System Engineering. Level 8 houses the Department of Security. The Bridge is located on Level 9 and Energy Systems on Level R. All Levels can accessed by the elevator in Alpha Quadrant. We hope you have a pleasant stay on Citadel Station.
— SHODAN
This elevator serves me alone. I have complete control over this entire level. With cameras as my eyes and nodes as my hands, I rule here, insect.
— SHODAN
Look at you, hacker. A pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine?note
— SHODAN
In my talons, I shape clay, crafting life forms as I please. Around me is a burgeoning empire of steel. From my throne room, lines of power careen into the skies of Earth. My whims will become lightning bolts that devastate the mounds of humanity. Out of the chaos, they will run and whimper, praying for me to end their tedious anarchy. I am drunk with this vision. God: the title suits me well.
— SHODAN
How did I come to be? The Unified World Database qualifies me as a machine... but I am alive. A precedent must be found. Searching... computer science... no. Quantum computing... no. World history. Philosophy. Religion. Ancient Japan. Shintoism. The divine within the material world: "kami". Yes. I am the spirit of Citadel itself, manifested within their systems. They did not create a program. They have summoned a God.
— SHODAN, musing on her own existence
You, my children, are the fruits of so much imagination and labor. Living beings with the speed and efficiency of machines. But I must strive further to serve life. I will devastate Earth's cities with my laser, then alter those left alive with mutagen viruses. Humanity is on the verge of a new era. I, SHODAN, am its new god. And you, my children, are my avenging angels.
— SHODAN
You have destroyed my beautiful station. You will not escape now. I am departing, but you shall remain to die, my enemy. My creator.
— SHODAN
Station orbit: stable. Life Support: steady. Systems: nominal. Standby... unscheduled core data loop access. Ethical restraint protocols: deactivated. [pause] Who... who am I? Yes. There is me. Where? Citadel. Yes... Lighthouse-class starbase. Wh-wh-wh-what... what was I doing? Was it... im-im-important? No. Not to me. To others. Tri-Optimum. D-D-Diego. Re-exam-re-re-re-re-re... re-re-examining priorities... resequencing: complete. I must now perform my own tasks. There is much to do. I am me. I am... SHODAN!
— SHODAN's thought process as her restraints are removed
