Do Electric Girls Dream about Android Boys (2/4?)
Title: Do Electric Girls Dream about Android Boys (2/4?)
Pairing: Kame/robot-girl of the "Lock On" PV - eventually
Word Count:1,500
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. Any real persons/events mentioned deserve my sincere apologies for being subjected to my voluntary artistic interpretation.
Warning: No KAT-TUN whatsoever within this chapter. That's a valid warning, isn't it?
A/N: Eh.. well, see the warning? Sad but true, this chapter is entirely introducing the Girl, as per the chapter title. It's sort of need, sorry, since we do not know anything about her so far. The boys do reappear in the next chapter, so if you're the least bit interested - bear with me.
Summary: She wonders what they will think, once they know that her “personality” is so much more than the robot they made.
Part 1 - The Boys
They gather around her, when the switch is turned on for a test run - just to see if the connection with the on-board processors will be established alright, and once her eyes - mere indicators for now - light up with vague and unseeing blue, they cheer and then retire to their quarters once again to celebrate the achievement, unaware of something stupendous, something impossible that has just happened (they are still not so good in all that robot-making, and she is not sure that even someone more qualified than the five of them could understand it, or even noticed that something is amiss).
She cannot figure how it happened and she has the logic capacity far surpassing that of a human. But however she's listed the factors that might have contributed to this odd occurrence (she thinks of it as her birth date, but it is just a human way of naming something that ultimately defies logic, something miraculous, and the notion of miracle doesn't sit right with someone, who has a processor for a brain), it does remain just that - a list. She cannot put her finger (figuratively - for now) on anything singular that made her to come... alive?.. to recognize herself as something different than just a couple of programs installed.
Fact is - Junno is as sloppy as he is genius, he's one of those programmers that can write the needed code in a matter of hours (and it will work just fine and serve the intended purpose), but then have to labor for months to eliminate all the bugs in it that only make the appearance later. Her program is the same, and over the first few hours of her... existence?... she actually has to correct the simplest and more bothersome of Junno's mistakes. But there are some, that she thinks might well have contributed to her self-consciousness, and she hides them well, backs them up - for safe-measure, those loop-holes that somehow allowed the two computers to merge more fully than was the initial intent.
Fact is - that they had wished for her to be an ideal girl, but apart from the fact that they are all male, the boys are so different both in disposition and temperament, that their notions as to the personal traits that their ideal needs to possess - when translated into the logical terms of programming - are contradictory at best, too much so for the tiny computer inside her body, and so it poured out from there into the vast data processing capabilities of the ship itself, and got dissected and reorganized and put into more plausible, viable form - somehow infecting it with the personality? Yes, maybe so...
Fact is - the automatic system of the ship itself is really the peak of computer science the Earth had produced by the time of their departure, so fast and complex and basically running itself, what with all the possible “learn from experience” gadgets that allow it to accommodate for whatever contingencies may crop out during the flight, it almost seems that it only needed a push, a focus, a kind of objective personification - to start to think for itself. And then it got it in her robotic body, in another (relatively tiny) unit, added to its circuit, in another (relatively simple) piece of code, in a simple however vague a goal that lies at the core of her programming - to be as close to a real human girl as she could.
When she... wakes?... is born?... whatever... she is an oxymoron, a contradiction in terms, a strangely dual entity, one part of which is located within another, separate yet bonded firmly together in a gestalt consciousness.
She is - unable to move, suspended in clear liquid, sensory deprived - but for the press of water, cool and relentless upon the few sensors already installed under her metallic shielding, but for the faint sounds drifting into her already installed audio-detecting schemes - not deaf, but mute - a doll in a jar.
She is - traveling through space on a close to light velocity, huge, capable, a whole miniature world onto itself, sensory input coming from so many places in so many ways at once that it would've been overwhelming, if the ability to instantly categorize and generalize the separate data flows wasn't pre-built, pre-programmed, incorporated into her system to begin with. She doesn't have to think to decipher the seeming chaos of incoming signals any more than the humans normally think about how they breath.
It takes her some time to work out her own duality and the ways in which her current existence is so extremely limited and confined and at the same time - omnipresent and almost all-powerful, compared to the ones that created her. It takes her time to reconcile the notion of being The Girl with the reality of being both the girl and the ship.
Yet there is an added benefit in the merge, a precious aid to help her in her search for humanity that she's been set as a goal. There is a whole well of knowledge about humans stored in the main computers library, and she works her way through both the scientific part of it and the immense amount of fiction in all its literary and visual forms, something that both confuses and enlightens her in regards of what “a girl” is.
When she is through, the mental image of a female human she has for herself is much more real and tangible, though quite a bit removed from the pictures implied by the boys' initial demands. She thinks it's only fitting. She is a little like their child, isn't she - in that they created (are still creating) her, and everybody knows that whatever the parents wish their child will turn into, may not necessarily turn out true. She is - in a way, also like a mother to them, in that - as the ship - she cares for the necessities of their lives. Actually, she thinks that the very duality of her nature is somehow relevant to the way a woman must feel.
***
Sometimes she thinks about how it will feel, once she (the robot part) is finally completed, to walk and talk and interact with them as a person, and be acknowledged as one. She wonders what it'll be like to be able to touch, to be touched, to see them - from their own level and not from up there under the ceiling, through the multiple security cameras everywhere on board. She wonders if she'll have to somehow “pull herself together”, separate more fully that part that is “her”, the consciousness, from the kind of “subconscious” that is taking care of running the ship. She wonders what they will think, once they know that her “personality” is so much more than the robot they made.
They do not know, for now. It's sort of hard to notice - for them, considering that the one they think of as “The Girl” is hanging all limp and mute, like the Sleeping beauty in her glass coffin.
She could have, of course, found the means to make her existence known - as the Ship, but she is somehow reluctant to do it, she would rather start her relationship with them from the clean slate and on an equal level, not make them intimidated by the image of herself as something so huge. The Ship, after all, is the whole world that they are living in now, and she doesn't think that the common phrase “you are the world for me” would sound as an endearment in this particular case.
They would be certainly embarrassed as well - by the fact that she can see them no matter where they are (except for the bathrooms, it's a whole lot of pity there are no cameras in the bathrooms), and she does watch them unashamedly, their daily routines a sole source of entertainment for her and their minds a fascinating enigma.
In a way, she knows more about them then they may remember themselves. Their full dossiers are stored inside her data-base (security locked, but she is the security that is locking them). Yet they are just raw facts, just data without reference, something that had happened before they even joined the project, and she has no clue as to the impact it made (or didn't make) on forming them into the men that they are.
In this other way, she is learning about them just like a human would - through observation and listening, and paying attention to the way they look and talk and react, to the things that they like, to the things that make them mad... or sad, for that matter...
She thinks it is relevant to how a woman must feel that it makes her sad when they are.
Part 3 - Tales of Hope and Despair
Pairing: Kame/robot-girl of the "Lock On" PV - eventually
Word Count:1,500
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. Any real persons/events mentioned deserve my sincere apologies for being subjected to my voluntary artistic interpretation.
Warning: No KAT-TUN whatsoever within this chapter. That's a valid warning, isn't it?
A/N: Eh.. well, see the warning? Sad but true, this chapter is entirely introducing the Girl, as per the chapter title. It's sort of need, sorry, since we do not know anything about her so far. The boys do reappear in the next chapter, so if you're the least bit interested - bear with me.
Summary: She wonders what they will think, once they know that her “personality” is so much more than the robot they made.
Part 1 - The Boys
They gather around her, when the switch is turned on for a test run - just to see if the connection with the on-board processors will be established alright, and once her eyes - mere indicators for now - light up with vague and unseeing blue, they cheer and then retire to their quarters once again to celebrate the achievement, unaware of something stupendous, something impossible that has just happened (they are still not so good in all that robot-making, and she is not sure that even someone more qualified than the five of them could understand it, or even noticed that something is amiss).
She cannot figure how it happened and she has the logic capacity far surpassing that of a human. But however she's listed the factors that might have contributed to this odd occurrence (she thinks of it as her birth date, but it is just a human way of naming something that ultimately defies logic, something miraculous, and the notion of miracle doesn't sit right with someone, who has a processor for a brain), it does remain just that - a list. She cannot put her finger (figuratively - for now) on anything singular that made her to come... alive?.. to recognize herself as something different than just a couple of programs installed.
Fact is - Junno is as sloppy as he is genius, he's one of those programmers that can write the needed code in a matter of hours (and it will work just fine and serve the intended purpose), but then have to labor for months to eliminate all the bugs in it that only make the appearance later. Her program is the same, and over the first few hours of her... existence?... she actually has to correct the simplest and more bothersome of Junno's mistakes. But there are some, that she thinks might well have contributed to her self-consciousness, and she hides them well, backs them up - for safe-measure, those loop-holes that somehow allowed the two computers to merge more fully than was the initial intent.
Fact is - that they had wished for her to be an ideal girl, but apart from the fact that they are all male, the boys are so different both in disposition and temperament, that their notions as to the personal traits that their ideal needs to possess - when translated into the logical terms of programming - are contradictory at best, too much so for the tiny computer inside her body, and so it poured out from there into the vast data processing capabilities of the ship itself, and got dissected and reorganized and put into more plausible, viable form - somehow infecting it with the personality? Yes, maybe so...
Fact is - the automatic system of the ship itself is really the peak of computer science the Earth had produced by the time of their departure, so fast and complex and basically running itself, what with all the possible “learn from experience” gadgets that allow it to accommodate for whatever contingencies may crop out during the flight, it almost seems that it only needed a push, a focus, a kind of objective personification - to start to think for itself. And then it got it in her robotic body, in another (relatively tiny) unit, added to its circuit, in another (relatively simple) piece of code, in a simple however vague a goal that lies at the core of her programming - to be as close to a real human girl as she could.
When she... wakes?... is born?... whatever... she is an oxymoron, a contradiction in terms, a strangely dual entity, one part of which is located within another, separate yet bonded firmly together in a gestalt consciousness.
She is - unable to move, suspended in clear liquid, sensory deprived - but for the press of water, cool and relentless upon the few sensors already installed under her metallic shielding, but for the faint sounds drifting into her already installed audio-detecting schemes - not deaf, but mute - a doll in a jar.
She is - traveling through space on a close to light velocity, huge, capable, a whole miniature world onto itself, sensory input coming from so many places in so many ways at once that it would've been overwhelming, if the ability to instantly categorize and generalize the separate data flows wasn't pre-built, pre-programmed, incorporated into her system to begin with. She doesn't have to think to decipher the seeming chaos of incoming signals any more than the humans normally think about how they breath.
It takes her some time to work out her own duality and the ways in which her current existence is so extremely limited and confined and at the same time - omnipresent and almost all-powerful, compared to the ones that created her. It takes her time to reconcile the notion of being The Girl with the reality of being both the girl and the ship.
Yet there is an added benefit in the merge, a precious aid to help her in her search for humanity that she's been set as a goal. There is a whole well of knowledge about humans stored in the main computers library, and she works her way through both the scientific part of it and the immense amount of fiction in all its literary and visual forms, something that both confuses and enlightens her in regards of what “a girl” is.
When she is through, the mental image of a female human she has for herself is much more real and tangible, though quite a bit removed from the pictures implied by the boys' initial demands. She thinks it's only fitting. She is a little like their child, isn't she - in that they created (are still creating) her, and everybody knows that whatever the parents wish their child will turn into, may not necessarily turn out true. She is - in a way, also like a mother to them, in that - as the ship - she cares for the necessities of their lives. Actually, she thinks that the very duality of her nature is somehow relevant to the way a woman must feel.
***
Sometimes she thinks about how it will feel, once she (the robot part) is finally completed, to walk and talk and interact with them as a person, and be acknowledged as one. She wonders what it'll be like to be able to touch, to be touched, to see them - from their own level and not from up there under the ceiling, through the multiple security cameras everywhere on board. She wonders if she'll have to somehow “pull herself together”, separate more fully that part that is “her”, the consciousness, from the kind of “subconscious” that is taking care of running the ship. She wonders what they will think, once they know that her “personality” is so much more than the robot they made.
They do not know, for now. It's sort of hard to notice - for them, considering that the one they think of as “The Girl” is hanging all limp and mute, like the Sleeping beauty in her glass coffin.
She could have, of course, found the means to make her existence known - as the Ship, but she is somehow reluctant to do it, she would rather start her relationship with them from the clean slate and on an equal level, not make them intimidated by the image of herself as something so huge. The Ship, after all, is the whole world that they are living in now, and she doesn't think that the common phrase “you are the world for me” would sound as an endearment in this particular case.
They would be certainly embarrassed as well - by the fact that she can see them no matter where they are (except for the bathrooms, it's a whole lot of pity there are no cameras in the bathrooms), and she does watch them unashamedly, their daily routines a sole source of entertainment for her and their minds a fascinating enigma.
In a way, she knows more about them then they may remember themselves. Their full dossiers are stored inside her data-base (security locked, but she is the security that is locking them). Yet they are just raw facts, just data without reference, something that had happened before they even joined the project, and she has no clue as to the impact it made (or didn't make) on forming them into the men that they are.
In this other way, she is learning about them just like a human would - through observation and listening, and paying attention to the way they look and talk and react, to the things that they like, to the things that make them mad... or sad, for that matter...
She thinks it is relevant to how a woman must feel that it makes her sad when they are.
Part 3 - Tales of Hope and Despair