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sixwayheart) wrote2013-09-16 11:47 pm
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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[Did she break her? Even the other robots were quicker and communicative.]
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This model can't be used by individuals less than eighteen years old. The full disclaimer is in your manual, or you may select to hear it spoken.
[There, that sounded even more robotic than before]
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Do you want to register yourself with this unit?
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[It's a waste of space. Or that is what she would conclude if she cared enough to think about it. Which she doesn't in this state]
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... Shrug? ]
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