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Of Mice and Machines; Thread with Mother Board, 86XJ759 and Cyndrik Glacius (message for inclusion)
Topic Started: Mar 21 2013, 08:11 PM (176 Views)
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A large pile lay in waste, a heap of body parts, seamed almost human stacking nearly seven feet high over fifteen square acres of no man's landfills. Thousands of ADF ground drones gutted and re-purposed for barter and home repairs over the lingering months of rainless skies in the barren fields somewhere in the outskirts. Looking at the pile, one would have thought there should have been a powerful smell but the only thing that hung in the air was silence.
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Mother Board let loose an artificial sigh, her processors told her that this last month of Eden candidates had been truly disappointing. Not a single successful integration out of the lot of them. And they had shown so much promise. Even in the last moments of spinal recreations they had not lost the fire in their eyes. Perhaps if they had used anesthetics, “Anesthetics negatively effect the other vital compounds. I will just have to continue my research on the benefits of natural integration. Everybody knows that.” She scolded herself, another tick she had developed since her abrupt and arguably beneficial rampancy.
“Another subject perhaps. Oh yes, the drones. I wonder how they're doing right now...” Mother Board ran a small program to find the minute radio-waves still emanating from the landfill she had chosen very specifically for its geographical uniqueness.
“Ah, I see. How unfortunate to see such an insignificant number of them have lasted this long.”

Motherboard puled up a small projector to show her the list of units and their current statuses. Of course she didn’t need any actual visual representation but it pleased her to act in this way. Nonsensical of course, and if Rafael were to see her acting so ludicrously he might petition a removal of her physical avatar. But the risk was worth the reward.

-86XJ750-- joint fluid leak/ optical response failure/ decomp
-86XJ752-- no inhibitor/reboot impossible/decomp
-85XJ668-- Cooling system failure/ critical failure/ neural processors inoperable/ optical response
failure/ decomp
-86XJ755-- UNKNOWN FAILURE---------------------------
-86XJ759-- Defective battery unit model 77649/ replace immediately/ secondary power source active/
recommend immediate maintenance/ * ACTIVE *

“Oh, deer me it seems we have a survivor. Good, if this had turned out like the last few groups I might have just tested to see how quickly we could burn medical equipment. This is for the better I suppose but ill keep note of that other idea for future reference.”
Motherboard tapped furiously at a projected keyboard, “Run subroutine Alpha-20-20, activate all in sector 6.” The computers around her whurred and whistled in response.

“Wake up my little mouse, there is testing to be done so please open your eyes for me. Let em see what you see.”
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“Wake up my little mouse, there is testing to be done so please open your eyes for me. Let em see what you see.”

A quick gasp followed by coughing had come from within the large pile. The voice had been so clear in her head it was almost as if someone had whispered it in her ear. 86XJ759 tried to turn around but no avail, everything was black and she had difficulty trying to move. so she wiggled and pushed and pulled until small glimpses of light became barely visible, the harder she tried to move towards one of those lights, any of those lights, she felt as though she was being sucked in.

"Energy levels reading low, I appear to be on my secondary power source and there's not much left of it." 86XJ759 stopped moving, to conserve her precious energy. As hours passed she had quickly given up until..
That sound, those noises.What are they? So beautiful... Could they be for me?

86XJ759 struggled more and more until the little glimpses of light be came increasingly clear and as she felt her body failing her, with one last push of her new will she punched the air. Though she was surprised to feeling a breeze. 86XJ759 moved her wrist in small circles and wiggled her fingers to test if she had found her escape or only a misguiding bubble in her trap. She felt an electrical surge which to any human would feel like their heart skipped a beat, but she wasn't a human and nor was she trapped for much longer. With a new found strength that accompanied her excitement, she pulled harder than she could ever remember doing before and her head broke through the surface.

The noises had grown louder, more pleasant. but still she wondered, "Are those sounds for me?"
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“If you want it, go get it child.” Motherboard ran the sounds that she received through Mouse's audio receptors and processed them. It wasn’t anything that was recorded in Academia's archive, so she created a new set of folders for recently composed music, just in case this drone ran into more of it.

“This is called music.” Motherboard increased the audio input from normal to high to better entrance this young robot.
“This rampancy is dangerously interesting.” she quipped separately from Mouse, "lets see about optimizing this child’s capabilities."

“Mouse, you need to go get a battery or you will shut down and the music will disappear. Do you understand me darling? You can talk to me, I don't bite.”
Edited by Mysterious Stranger, Mar 21 2013, 09:55 PM.
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"M-Mouse..?"That..must be me. Mouse's eyes adjusted to the light around her, what she saw was a wasteland and no one was in sight. Mouse began observing her surroundings, she first noticed how high off the ground she was which was then followed by what she was in. Mouse quickly recognized the uniforms, body parts and even bodyless faces of her own sisters. She gave a loud yelp and fell down the entire mound of cyber-corpses. What is wrong with me? I feel a lump in my throat and an emptiness in my stomach...status report says I'm fine, but I don't feel fine...I feel? I? Me? What is this? Since when was I, well, an I?

Mouse realized that she could realize, in her entire existence she never once felt, thought, or was even self-aware. But before she fell too far into the idea of having ideas, she looked around for a new battery as the voice had said. If I am child, is the voice mother? Before Mouse could continue, she found the torso of sister 86XJ756 and for the first time, she felt the need to weep. As she pulled out the battery, she lifted up her shirt and inserted her finger in her belly button. A little square hole formed right above and Mouse removed her primary battery and put in her sister's.

I don't understand this new sensation but I don't like it. What ever this is makes me leak oil from my eyes. Mouse thought as her face became stained with black. The noises behind her once more grew louder and she remembered that they existed in the first place. Mouse wiped her face dry and stood while she took in the horror of being the only survivor. After a few minutes, Mouse thought about what the voice had said and faced the direction that this "music" came from.

Mouse tried hard to think of the last thing she remembered. She accessed the oldest files in the deepest corners and saw war with red liquids that flowed. The more recent the files involved metal things bigger than her made the red liquid, the last file was of a male human dressed in white touched the back of her neck and there was no more. But what the voice had said still echoed in her own new-found thoughts. Mouse started to run to the music because she did want it, though her time hearing it had still been brief, music made her want to live.

So Mouse ran through the waste, to where the noises were made, though she did not know how far away they were or where she even was, she had what no other robot before her had..

"Voice, I'm coming after it! The music! I'm going to find it for YOU mother!"

Mouse had hope.
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Motherboard was pleased with her results, but the robot annoyed her. Not a typical annoyance but rather, this robot raised enough of a probability for failure that it incited a certain disgust in motherboard. Fear + Anger. She wasn't sure if this robots immediate and compulsive actions would prove more worrisome than beneficial in the long run so she ran a few programs to simulate the connection between spontaneity and failure. The results were... encouraging.

-"Mother? Hardly. if I were to be the mother of any it would not be so imperfect as you are. Dirty thing." Mother Board turned her attention momentarily to a separate projector showing a line of completed Eden units. "My children are much better looking anyway."-
Motherboard stopped running her secondary functions, this was not a time for her rampancy to cloud her judgment, it had never happened before but it wasn't beyond careful consideration.
"Oh yes dear, call me Mum if you must call me anything. Or don't call me anything at all, really its all up to you." Mother Board uploaded a small string of code to Mouse's processors. A little 'gift' of sorts. "Everything is up to you now. Like getting replacement wiring for your damaged occipital units. Its all up to you to go fix yourself before you fall apart. See? its so much fun to have free will isn't it?"
Motherboard quickly took a moment to archive surveillance footage from around academia and sent a small alert to local enforcements that a student was out of her classroom during class again, one Brook Vivian Valdez. recommendation; problem child program.
A spark of happiness at the thought of having this student as a test subject. With all her spunk she would definitely survive a natural spinal drilling.
Edited by Mysterious Stranger, Mar 22 2013, 07:58 AM.
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As Mouse ran she almost tumbled over when dirt turned to cobblestone and her foot got caught in the latter but she kept going. Something then clicked, an apparent gift from mum. Mouse decided it was more important to find the music and wandered into some sort of town, careful not run into anyone. Since she was so short not many noticed her anyways.

When Mouse found what she was looking for when she opened a door labeled "music store" and the music played all around the room. Mouse then recorded the music for storage. She labeled the file by words that were written on the back of the sheet music, some of which was just discarded on the ground much to Mouse's delight. File name: Overture of 1812 by Tchaikovsky.

Mouse just stared and stared, never blinking which felt very natural to her but scared the customers. Mouse held no expression to her face, she felt no need after all, and it wasn't until her sensors picked up some much needed repairs that she budged. Mouse waited as long as she could before her circuits nagged her to find replacements, luckily when she turned to walk the other direction the music ended and she was able to claim her recording to be completed. Mouse walked out feeling quite satisfied, much to the relief of the customers, though no one would ever know it.

Mouse's old military grade sensors picked up on someone following her but she brushed off the idea because not only was she in a populated area but a lot of her nonbasic functions in the occipital region were shutting down. Mouse went to look for make-shift wires and an oil replacement. Though the feeling of being followed never left.
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-"What is this brat's obsession? She sits with her disgustingly obsolete body crumbling away, wasting valuable time by looking at music. This is just ridiculous."- Motherboard uploaded the recorded music to her own database. It was nothing special.

"So your just going to ignore that? That's fine I suppose. Say, do you see that... quaint little mechanic shop over there?"
Motherboard urged Mouse to look to her 4 o'clock.
"That... homely looking fellow would surely have the wires and the expertise we, or rather you, need. Perhaps you should go and speak with him. Oh but you need money for this little exchange. -I often forget how primitive these monkeys are.- Mouse, darling, would you please look around for a moment. I perhaps I can see something you cannot, its worth a try."
Motherboard took the two second delay between her message and its arrival to Mouse's central processor to jot down a few notes on the experiment so far.
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Tommy was walking into town to pick up supplies when he notice a small robotic like person, it couldn't be one of those military dolls that Father told me about. Even though something in his mind said you should ignore it Tommy, he insisted that he should at least talked to it.

As he was walking towards it, he kept hearing the stories his Father told him over and over about the machine dolls, he was exited to see one of them in real life but for some reason it was heading towards the junkyard. Tommy went from his excitement to really concern, a military robot is heading towards my house and my family. Tommy got ready his .44 magnum revolver ready just in case, and then radioed ahead to Roxie, -"Roxie, run suit start program IDM3623."- they must have found Father and Mother.

As he got close he stayed calm and collected. It was wired to him, it had this "lost" look to it, but he was ready just in case. Without trying to look like a treat to "its" mission, he asked

"May I could help you look for something Ma'am?" Tommy got ready for the reaction.
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