Post by Amy Heatherfield on Oct 28, 2012 21:30:30 GMT -5
Today was an exciting day for Amy, she could count at least four reasons why. Specifically one stuck out in her mind, although the others were good enough anyway. I guess I will start with the smallest one.
Amy had just returned to her lab from a nice, long, relaxing hoverjet ride around the hills surrounding the capital. Today was very calm and clean, for it was spring. A small rain had swept through the day before, just enough to clean away the air and to leave no mud on the ground. Now that the sun was out today, you'd be silly not to try and enjoy it. The wind was nice and cool as it swept by, bringing the scents of the small bunches of flowers that were just now blooming here and there.
The ride had only been an hour or so, but with such serene surroundings, it felt much longer. Or maybe it was just that her husband, James, was there to keep her company. She could hardly remember what the conversation was about, all she really had been focusing on was his gentle lips. She watched them almost out of habit, as she was so prone to do after the experiences of marriage. There was no need for her to think during the conversation, she just responded without input from her mind. Once her mouth decided it was done moving, she simply leaned over, as they were sitting across from each other on the small, open-topped vessel, and kissed him softly. For the rest of the ride, she lay with her head on his chest and his arm wrapped around her, with her eyes closed, almost asleep.
The next item up on the list was the mere fact that she could spend the day in her city. Yeah, her city, her home. No more hair-brained research ships, no crazy space pirates in the monster infested desert, no wars, no world ending conspiracies, just a relaxing day at home. She wasn't trapped up in the middle of a project at the labs. She was free to pursue whatever she wanted to do. And there was a lot that she wanted to do. The hoverjet ride was just the beginning of a long line of things to enjoy.
The second highest of things to be excited about was of course how fruitful she had been, leading up to the current status of her agenda. The research trip had led up to one great miracle, and the trip into the desert salvage camps turned out a surprising bit of technology. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world that all of her expenditures turned out to be good. She was swimming in congratulations at her finds, and the amount of support that was coming in was unreal.
And so her crowning piece of excitement was truly exciting. In fact, she was on her way at that very moment to meet up with Elle. Elle was the mechanoid that she had found in a run down lab on a run down planet. Up to this moment, she had been held in an electronic stasis chamber, having an automatic system maintain her physical state.
This mechanoid girl was the closest thing Amy had ever seen to a man-made life form. Elle had to eat, sleep, breathe, and she also felt pain and the sway of emotions. The engineering that had gone into her was incredible. Although, sadly and mysteriously, Elle's AI was completely blank. The only thing that went through her mind was a rudimentary dictionary that supplied her with a basic means of communication. Even so, there were long pauses between any and everything she said.
Amy, who had developed a sort of motherly out-take on the girl, had decided to protect and care for Elle, no matter the costs. This of course meant that she had to supply Elle's terribly lacking AI. Sounds simple enough, right? Well no. The construction of Elle, although a marvel, was also convoluted and impossible to figure out. Amy had barely figured out how to input data into her mindbank. It was like putting five different puzzles together with all of the pieces mixed in one large pile, and with no sense of what each picture was supposed to be.
Regardless of the difficulty, Amy actually wanted to take on this task. It didn't seem like work, because she truly cared for Elle, even if the two hadn't known each other for very long. If anything, it was the first time in a while that Amy felt mentally engaged by what she was doing. The world itself and its interactions had become second nature to her expansive mind, and so this alien equation was riveting, rippling through her day to day life.
She walked quickly, for the energy of the task was coursing through her body now, as she went down the secluded corridor. It was an interior way, seldom walked down as it was in some obscure corner of the building and the need of its use was practically zero. The construction was down to bare minimum, just enough to call it a [i[hallway[/i]. Many panels from the walls and ceiling were missing, exposing the gold and bronze colored wires and piping. The building was designed to have electricity in every inch, so to see the interior was always a sight, even if you helped design everything.
Finally, tearing through dust and cobwebs, Amy reached the golden door. Before she turned its knob, whose color matched its parent, she turned around to stare at the hall. She just had to marvel at how all of the dirt and grime had accumulated so quickly, it had been less than a week since she had come down this path last. Ah well, go figure.
She turned back around, and reached out turn the handle. The movement was slow and deliberate, as now she was actually a bit nervous. What if the programming she had found didn't work? She could kill Elle in the process of helping her.
Still, she had to try. She stepped through the doorway, entering the small room. This room was special, she had it specifically altered for what was going down today. It was a rectangular room, with the corners flattened off, making it more of a flat octagon. The door she had just passed through was in the center of one of the longer walls. Across from her, on the other long wall, was a more metallic looking door. Indeed, it was made of steel and had a wheel lock on it, almost as if it were a great vault with precious jewels hidden inside. That comparison wouldn't be to far off though, at least in Amy's mind.
She wasn't sure how to furnish the rest of the room or how to decorate its high walls. She decided to choose another simulated area, with windows in the middle of the shorter left and right side walls. The windows were framed with thin white-painted wood, which seemed to be natural. Outside each window was a small field that went on for a way, and then ended in a large forest, which went out as far as the eye could see. The view was from ground level, and so you looked squarely at the brown trunks of the tree. The sky was gray and cloudy, but not dark as sunshine rays were still peaking through. It seemed to have rained once before and too it seemed as if it were going to rain again soon. The ground was earthy and fresh, the mud and grass mingled smoothly together. The bark of the trees were damp, which seemed to turn them an even more wholesome brown.
Amy thought this was a comforting sight, and thought it would work to translate such a natural state into the room itself. A table and two chairs were in the center of the room, with a rug underneath, one whose color scheme seemed to be an abstract from the rest of the surroundings. The table and chairs were made of rather dark brown oak. The walls and the floor itself were the same stone gray as the sky outside. The space flowed, and hopefully was a calm space for Elle.
Done surveying the room, Amy walked around the table and to the steel vault. Next to it, on the wall, was a key pad that had an embedded disc scanner. From her pocket, she produced a disc and placed it into the scanner. She could here the whir for a second, then pressed a few buttons on the pad. The small screen glowed green and a percentage was displayed, slowly rising from zero.
This was the moment that could go wrong. This much information could fry her brain. Hopefully it wouldn't. All the information was a completely comprehensive data bank of every noun, adjective, verb, etcetera, and a basic understanding of what it was. Abstract things would have to be taught, but this was a start.
Amy was holding her breath as the number slowly rose towards completion. Finally, an electronic, female voice said,
"One-hundred percent, data load complete."
Amy finally let out her breath, ecstatic with yet another success. Without a pause, she grasped the wheel of the vault and spun it counter-clockwise. With a tug, she yanked the heavy door open. A small, electronic noise was made and a light came on, finally revealing the face of a sleeping Elle on a bed that sat at a forty-five degree angle.
Amy had just returned to her lab from a nice, long, relaxing hoverjet ride around the hills surrounding the capital. Today was very calm and clean, for it was spring. A small rain had swept through the day before, just enough to clean away the air and to leave no mud on the ground. Now that the sun was out today, you'd be silly not to try and enjoy it. The wind was nice and cool as it swept by, bringing the scents of the small bunches of flowers that were just now blooming here and there.
The ride had only been an hour or so, but with such serene surroundings, it felt much longer. Or maybe it was just that her husband, James, was there to keep her company. She could hardly remember what the conversation was about, all she really had been focusing on was his gentle lips. She watched them almost out of habit, as she was so prone to do after the experiences of marriage. There was no need for her to think during the conversation, she just responded without input from her mind. Once her mouth decided it was done moving, she simply leaned over, as they were sitting across from each other on the small, open-topped vessel, and kissed him softly. For the rest of the ride, she lay with her head on his chest and his arm wrapped around her, with her eyes closed, almost asleep.
The next item up on the list was the mere fact that she could spend the day in her city. Yeah, her city, her home. No more hair-brained research ships, no crazy space pirates in the monster infested desert, no wars, no world ending conspiracies, just a relaxing day at home. She wasn't trapped up in the middle of a project at the labs. She was free to pursue whatever she wanted to do. And there was a lot that she wanted to do. The hoverjet ride was just the beginning of a long line of things to enjoy.
The second highest of things to be excited about was of course how fruitful she had been, leading up to the current status of her agenda. The research trip had led up to one great miracle, and the trip into the desert salvage camps turned out a surprising bit of technology. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world that all of her expenditures turned out to be good. She was swimming in congratulations at her finds, and the amount of support that was coming in was unreal.
And so her crowning piece of excitement was truly exciting. In fact, she was on her way at that very moment to meet up with Elle. Elle was the mechanoid that she had found in a run down lab on a run down planet. Up to this moment, she had been held in an electronic stasis chamber, having an automatic system maintain her physical state.
This mechanoid girl was the closest thing Amy had ever seen to a man-made life form. Elle had to eat, sleep, breathe, and she also felt pain and the sway of emotions. The engineering that had gone into her was incredible. Although, sadly and mysteriously, Elle's AI was completely blank. The only thing that went through her mind was a rudimentary dictionary that supplied her with a basic means of communication. Even so, there were long pauses between any and everything she said.
Amy, who had developed a sort of motherly out-take on the girl, had decided to protect and care for Elle, no matter the costs. This of course meant that she had to supply Elle's terribly lacking AI. Sounds simple enough, right? Well no. The construction of Elle, although a marvel, was also convoluted and impossible to figure out. Amy had barely figured out how to input data into her mindbank. It was like putting five different puzzles together with all of the pieces mixed in one large pile, and with no sense of what each picture was supposed to be.
Regardless of the difficulty, Amy actually wanted to take on this task. It didn't seem like work, because she truly cared for Elle, even if the two hadn't known each other for very long. If anything, it was the first time in a while that Amy felt mentally engaged by what she was doing. The world itself and its interactions had become second nature to her expansive mind, and so this alien equation was riveting, rippling through her day to day life.
She walked quickly, for the energy of the task was coursing through her body now, as she went down the secluded corridor. It was an interior way, seldom walked down as it was in some obscure corner of the building and the need of its use was practically zero. The construction was down to bare minimum, just enough to call it a [i[hallway[/i]. Many panels from the walls and ceiling were missing, exposing the gold and bronze colored wires and piping. The building was designed to have electricity in every inch, so to see the interior was always a sight, even if you helped design everything.
Finally, tearing through dust and cobwebs, Amy reached the golden door. Before she turned its knob, whose color matched its parent, she turned around to stare at the hall. She just had to marvel at how all of the dirt and grime had accumulated so quickly, it had been less than a week since she had come down this path last. Ah well, go figure.
She turned back around, and reached out turn the handle. The movement was slow and deliberate, as now she was actually a bit nervous. What if the programming she had found didn't work? She could kill Elle in the process of helping her.
Still, she had to try. She stepped through the doorway, entering the small room. This room was special, she had it specifically altered for what was going down today. It was a rectangular room, with the corners flattened off, making it more of a flat octagon. The door she had just passed through was in the center of one of the longer walls. Across from her, on the other long wall, was a more metallic looking door. Indeed, it was made of steel and had a wheel lock on it, almost as if it were a great vault with precious jewels hidden inside. That comparison wouldn't be to far off though, at least in Amy's mind.
She wasn't sure how to furnish the rest of the room or how to decorate its high walls. She decided to choose another simulated area, with windows in the middle of the shorter left and right side walls. The windows were framed with thin white-painted wood, which seemed to be natural. Outside each window was a small field that went on for a way, and then ended in a large forest, which went out as far as the eye could see. The view was from ground level, and so you looked squarely at the brown trunks of the tree. The sky was gray and cloudy, but not dark as sunshine rays were still peaking through. It seemed to have rained once before and too it seemed as if it were going to rain again soon. The ground was earthy and fresh, the mud and grass mingled smoothly together. The bark of the trees were damp, which seemed to turn them an even more wholesome brown.
Amy thought this was a comforting sight, and thought it would work to translate such a natural state into the room itself. A table and two chairs were in the center of the room, with a rug underneath, one whose color scheme seemed to be an abstract from the rest of the surroundings. The table and chairs were made of rather dark brown oak. The walls and the floor itself were the same stone gray as the sky outside. The space flowed, and hopefully was a calm space for Elle.
Done surveying the room, Amy walked around the table and to the steel vault. Next to it, on the wall, was a key pad that had an embedded disc scanner. From her pocket, she produced a disc and placed it into the scanner. She could here the whir for a second, then pressed a few buttons on the pad. The small screen glowed green and a percentage was displayed, slowly rising from zero.
This was the moment that could go wrong. This much information could fry her brain. Hopefully it wouldn't. All the information was a completely comprehensive data bank of every noun, adjective, verb, etcetera, and a basic understanding of what it was. Abstract things would have to be taught, but this was a start.
Amy was holding her breath as the number slowly rose towards completion. Finally, an electronic, female voice said,
"One-hundred percent, data load complete."
Amy finally let out her breath, ecstatic with yet another success. Without a pause, she grasped the wheel of the vault and spun it counter-clockwise. With a tug, she yanked the heavy door open. A small, electronic noise was made and a light came on, finally revealing the face of a sleeping Elle on a bed that sat at a forty-five degree angle.
[WC: 1596]
[OOC: I hope you enjoy.]
[OOC: I hope you enjoy.]