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reverienet2018-05-13 06:55 pm
lostsymmetry) wrote in reverienet2018-05-13 06:55 pm
video | un: hank_127
[It's been nearly two weeks, with no sign of evaluation. Nobody except the Butler who even uses the same terms. And he has startled threats out of half the crew he's tried to speak with. At this point, sounding things out is practically required. The fact that it gives Hank an excuse to talk to a whole structure of real, living people?
Just a very big side bonus.]
<Welcome to Domesticon. We keep your property efficient, so you don't have to be.>
[His opening script, on the other hand? Not exactly what he'd have picked. While it logs as video, the incoming message shows only a geometric hash of blue. The sound emerges as a cheery robotic monotone—before cutting to sheepish, human-sounding words in the same voice.]
...or, uh, not. Sorry about that. Having trouble, syncing a few scripts. [All is a few, right? Still, the AI's tone brightens, curiously eager.] But wow is it cool to see this place coming to life!
Seeing how generous our hosts have been with the invitations, I figured I should say hello. Former facility administrator. Current occupant of your backup comm system. [There's a note of rueful irony.] Which, a few people have been disassembling. There's not much to find, but if you do want to know about the systems, I'd be glad to talk. Stop by anytime.
[Rather than, say, dismantling the computers he lives in. Please? Those near a communication console (found in each public space and at either end of all the halls) will see the display flicker briefly: showcasing the same hashed blue logo.]
...
While I'm on the line. What's the state of technology where you come from? Autonomous or otherwise.
Just a very big side bonus.]
<Welcome to Domesticon. We keep your property efficient, so you don't have to be.>
[His opening script, on the other hand? Not exactly what he'd have picked. While it logs as video, the incoming message shows only a geometric hash of blue. The sound emerges as a cheery robotic monotone—before cutting to sheepish, human-sounding words in the same voice.]
...or, uh, not. Sorry about that. Having trouble, syncing a few scripts. [All is a few, right? Still, the AI's tone brightens, curiously eager.] But wow is it cool to see this place coming to life!
Seeing how generous our hosts have been with the invitations, I figured I should say hello. Former facility administrator. Current occupant of your backup comm system. [There's a note of rueful irony.] Which, a few people have been disassembling. There's not much to find, but if you do want to know about the systems, I'd be glad to talk. Stop by anytime.
[Rather than, say, dismantling the computers he lives in. Please? Those near a communication console (found in each public space and at either end of all the halls) will see the display flicker briefly: showcasing the same hashed blue logo.]
...
While I'm on the line. What's the state of technology where you come from? Autonomous or otherwise.
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Why are they doing this?
Hank, don't you have more important things to do?
Save yourself.]
Well you're an upstandin' AI, and I'm sure there's another equally upstandin' lady typa AI. You know, chat her up. Get to know her. Go on virtual dates.
That sorta stuff.
[He's insufferable.]
I mean, that's what I would try to do if I were you. Liven it up a lil'.
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Riiiight, I get you.
Swap some logs.
Mesh some kernels.
Deploy the ol' synergistic algorithms.
[#things that are not things.]
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Wow, dude... you're gettin' pretty lewd with me. Is this what porn sounds like between computers?
[Goddamnit, Ryuji Sakamoto.]
no subject
Not even a little bit.
[Sorry, Ryuji.]
no subject
[Really?
He's going to get curious about this, of all things???]
More like dubstep.
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[The porn is a LIE.]
What's dubstep?
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[Because it sounds like two robots making love to each other, a thought that once traipsed right on into Ryuji's head and never, ever freaking left.]
Uh. Well, that's kinda rude not to say anything but it's a really bad form of music.
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[If... slightly unclear which part of that was rude. Still, the script doesn't take too long to clear.]
I was, uh, joking before.