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sixwayheart) wrote2013-09-16 11:47 pm
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[ Heart (or Elizabeth or Ariel or Ginger depending on who you ask) lived a simple life here in Luceti. She still lived at the Welcome Center, making due in the beds there at night and then going out her day outside of it thereafter. She didn't eat (unless the social situation called for it) or drink... or really, do much of anything other than sit around, most days. Wait for someone to approach her or approach someone who was already her user. It's true that if she was actively in one of her other modes she had other interests though, so if her "mind" wandered it was possible -- but she was a robot. Associative memory was programmed into her, but not terribly effectively.
But then, nothing she experienced in Luceti Valley was programmed into her either, and trapped without her own head, she had taken to thinking about (or well, more accurately, replaying) those memories a lot and ... not quite pondering, but acknowledging the inherently contradictory emotions she felt during it which were literally impossible for her now.
Which is probably why he day today is a little more varied. For one, the young woman robot walks all the way down the South Lake, here the Aylum used to be based on her memories - by comparing it to the geography leading up to it, she stands right at where the front entrance would have been, silent for a long moment.
And then finally, unless interrupted, walks right back to town. She intends to go back to her watching, but rejects that, instead going into the grocery to look for anything resembling a TV dinner and then staring at it for some time. She never picked them up though unless prompted, and then moves on to the next stop, the Library. Unmoded, she doesn't have even simulated intellectual curiosity enough to pick up a book and read it, so instead she just sets out the memorize the layout of the whole place and get a look at the titles on every spine. Which will take the whole rest of her day until she goes back to the Welcome Center for the night.
Just a day in the life. Run into her at any of these moments or along the way to any]
But then, nothing she experienced in Luceti Valley was programmed into her either, and trapped without her own head, she had taken to thinking about (or well, more accurately, replaying) those memories a lot and ... not quite pondering, but acknowledging the inherently contradictory emotions she felt during it which were literally impossible for her now.
Which is probably why he day today is a little more varied. For one, the young woman robot walks all the way down the South Lake, here the Aylum used to be based on her memories - by comparing it to the geography leading up to it, she stands right at where the front entrance would have been, silent for a long moment.
And then finally, unless interrupted, walks right back to town. She intends to go back to her watching, but rejects that, instead going into the grocery to look for anything resembling a TV dinner and then staring at it for some time. She never picked them up though unless prompted, and then moves on to the next stop, the Library. Unmoded, she doesn't have even simulated intellectual curiosity enough to pick up a book and read it, so instead she just sets out the memorize the layout of the whole place and get a look at the titles on every spine. Which will take the whole rest of her day until she goes back to the Welcome Center for the night.
Just a day in the life. Run into her at any of these moments or along the way to any]
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As a warning, once you have selected a personality profile, you must take this unit to a Total Heart Cooperation service station to have this reset. Are you sure you want to use this profile?
[No answer in 30 seconds or a positive answer will complete it ]
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It's very nice to meet you, though. Can I know your name? You can call me whatever you want...
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[A little sheepishly, she tilts her head before leaning in a bit towards Wanda]
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Is... that ... something people from your world do? It's-- not a custom I've ever heard of before. [Then again, Wanda's heard of basically nothing ever, so it's not at all hard for her to believe that this could be someone else's way of saying 'hello'.
In the very least, she seems to be alright; not acting all worried and concerned and full of questions like other new people. She's probably just another villager Wanda hadn't met yet, is all. That's-- good?]
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Oh! Right-- Sorry! My name's Wanda.
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[With a hand over her chest]
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Any name? You don't have any-- hints?
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[She says that name a little melodiously, twirling]
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Alright. ... We can wait then. But-- I should probably warn you, I'm not very, ah, quick about things.
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But, to speed things up a little - are you doing something now?
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And ah. To speed things up. She sounds just like her brother.]
Well-- just now I was meditating. But I saw you and thought maybe-- you might be new or lost. Oh! Am I-- keeping you from something?
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[Meditate. She could meditate. Probably]
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No, no - it's a figure of speech! Well, that and woman's intuition.
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So, Wanda. Do you want to go back to meditating?
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I-- could. I mean... I meditate every day. It's... pretty much all I do, really. ... Though I'm getting better about-- meeting new people. [She smiles, shyly.]
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