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Monday, 24 October 2005 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keaaluMy brain hurts. *bleh* Spent, oh, let's see, five and a half hours auditing my ward. To say I was PEED OFF by the end of it is an understatement.
This little bit of scratscrat forms I THINK the end to the first chapter of my little random fic. It's short, but that's good, I can tie up loose ends ready for ch2. Yej!
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Automata
Chapter... well, three-and-a-bit
It sat up straighter, cautiously, testing its parameters and ensuring all its system diagnostics checked out green.
“How do you feel…?” Ivy prompted, cautiously.
“Feel?” it queried, studying her quizzically. “I… am… operating under standard parameters – is that appropriate?”
She smiled, and watched it examine its surroundings. “It’ll do,” she accepted, wryly. It had diverted its attention to its hands, now, and was scrutinising the sensory web and tensile ligaments between thumb and forefinger.
“Question, mistress,” it asked, and lifted its hand by way of explanation. “Why am I incomplete?”
Ivy pulled a chair up in front, and settled daintily on it. “I’ll be frank with you, then there can be no room for misunderstanding later,” she said. “You are… an experiment, of a sort. A social experiment. The details don’t matter right now, just so long as you know.”
“An experiment?” it didn’t seem dismayed; curious perhaps, but mainly confused.
Ivy nodded. “I want you to choose who you wish to become. I see too many blank-faced Synth locked into eternal servitude. The more sophisticated your kind become, the more it becomes slavery, and that disturbs me.”
“Where do I fit in, mistress? I fail to see the experimental quality to your proposals.”
“If I can prove that you have the capacity to choose as well as to follow logic and to reason,” she explained, measuredly. “That you are more than the face your kind present to the world, then… maybe I have a case to make for the eventual liberation of your kind.”
For a moment or two it simply sat and patiently watched her, as if waiting for her to say more.
“All right, you got me,” she smiled, apologetically. “I thought the company would be nice, too.”
“I hope you find my service satisfactory, mistress,” it agreed, with a slight inclination of the head. “I shall endeavour to serve to the best of my ability.”
She smiled, grimly, and twisted round to the small table next to the wall. “Well, before I can do anything I need to know what you’re going to look like. Take this…” she waved a Datareader at it, which it obediently but puzzledly took, “and go and have a look on the computer. Pick yourself a species.”
“Mistress?” it stared blankly at her, and made no move to get up.
“Like I said, I want you to choose who you want to be. So… go and get choosing.”
“But what do you wish me to look-” it sounded a curious mix of confused and horrified; she shouldn’t be asking it to do this! “Mistress!”
“Go on!” she caught an arm and coaxed it to its feet. “Consider this the first part of the experiment, all right?”
“Yes mistress,” it agreed, bowing obsequiously and heading away as directed.
She watched it depart and wondered – again – if this was a good idea.
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I go sleep now. *snores*
This little bit of scratscrat forms I THINK the end to the first chapter of my little random fic. It's short, but that's good, I can tie up loose ends ready for ch2. Yej!
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Automata
Chapter... well, three-and-a-bit
It sat up straighter, cautiously, testing its parameters and ensuring all its system diagnostics checked out green.
“How do you feel…?” Ivy prompted, cautiously.
“Feel?” it queried, studying her quizzically. “I… am… operating under standard parameters – is that appropriate?”
She smiled, and watched it examine its surroundings. “It’ll do,” she accepted, wryly. It had diverted its attention to its hands, now, and was scrutinising the sensory web and tensile ligaments between thumb and forefinger.
“Question, mistress,” it asked, and lifted its hand by way of explanation. “Why am I incomplete?”
Ivy pulled a chair up in front, and settled daintily on it. “I’ll be frank with you, then there can be no room for misunderstanding later,” she said. “You are… an experiment, of a sort. A social experiment. The details don’t matter right now, just so long as you know.”
“An experiment?” it didn’t seem dismayed; curious perhaps, but mainly confused.
Ivy nodded. “I want you to choose who you wish to become. I see too many blank-faced Synth locked into eternal servitude. The more sophisticated your kind become, the more it becomes slavery, and that disturbs me.”
“Where do I fit in, mistress? I fail to see the experimental quality to your proposals.”
“If I can prove that you have the capacity to choose as well as to follow logic and to reason,” she explained, measuredly. “That you are more than the face your kind present to the world, then… maybe I have a case to make for the eventual liberation of your kind.”
For a moment or two it simply sat and patiently watched her, as if waiting for her to say more.
“All right, you got me,” she smiled, apologetically. “I thought the company would be nice, too.”
“I hope you find my service satisfactory, mistress,” it agreed, with a slight inclination of the head. “I shall endeavour to serve to the best of my ability.”
She smiled, grimly, and twisted round to the small table next to the wall. “Well, before I can do anything I need to know what you’re going to look like. Take this…” she waved a Datareader at it, which it obediently but puzzledly took, “and go and have a look on the computer. Pick yourself a species.”
“Mistress?” it stared blankly at her, and made no move to get up.
“Like I said, I want you to choose who you want to be. So… go and get choosing.”
“But what do you wish me to look-” it sounded a curious mix of confused and horrified; she shouldn’t be asking it to do this! “Mistress!”
“Go on!” she caught an arm and coaxed it to its feet. “Consider this the first part of the experiment, all right?”
“Yes mistress,” it agreed, bowing obsequiously and heading away as directed.
She watched it depart and wondered – again – if this was a good idea.
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I go sleep now. *snores*
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Date: 25 Oct 2005 03:46 am (UTC)Well, it does make sense for it to come fully programed (given what you've said regarding the company's security/protection measures), but I'm not sure why it's given the capacity to panic, or at least be confused. It would seem to make certain fail-safes harder to keep in places (i.e. prevention of "accidental" damage due to inaccuracy of operation).
Only comment I can think of right now. Keep it up.
It could still use some foxes. Though I have no idea where.
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Date: 25 Oct 2005 08:13 am (UTC)PS this is Abi@work, just so you know. I'd log in but I can't remember my password.