Re: Fill for Autonomous Natal Care Unit #429 5/?
anonymous
June 8 2014, 18:45:36 UTC
“Hello,” the Ashley unit said slowly.
“Greetings… “ 429 hesitated briefly, unsure how it would properly address the child. “Ashley unit. Does this designation appear acceptable?”
Ashley paused, face scrunching up in apparent confusion as she tried to decipher its words.
“You talk funny,” Ashley announced after a brief pause. “My name is Ashley. What’s yours?”
“This one can be address through designation Autonomous Natal Care Unit number 429,” the geth replied honestly. “We will accept your co-operation, Ashley unit.”
“Papa says I have to do what you say…” Ashley voiced with just a hint of mistrust and a little something… more… that the geth couldn’t identify.
“Shepard Commander and Alenko Major bear authority on the subject of your care Ashley unit,” 429 droned, unsure what the tiny human was trying to imply. The consensus within itself was at a standstill, thoroughly divided over the intention of the small creature’s words. “This one will appreciate a mutual participation in your care.”
Ashley stared, bug eyed, before bursting out into a quick laugh, grasping at the geth’s oversized hands.
“I like you,” Ashley declared squeezing the geth’s finger. Its platform’s haptic sensors relayed the information of soft warmth and it felt an odd feeling impart itself into its processor. A feeling, the consensus relayed, was called… acceptance.
Ashley graced the geth hunter with a beaming smile, turning suddenly and flouncing away into an unknown part of the house, not bothering to wait for the geth to follow her.
“Ashley unit,” the geth called out. “Desist in movement.”
“I’m hungry,” the child called back.
“This one will be able to prepare Ashley unit with sustenance,” the geth responded almost immediately, glad that it could finally parse out what the child was saying.
A thorough scan of extranet memory banks brought up a rough floor plan of Shepard Commander’s home and the geth opened up the file, permanently marking the different rooms in the house and imprinting it into its processing. Large but silent foot falls brought into what was labelled a kitchen, but that was about all that it could figure out. Geth did not eat, did not have such facilities to aid in the preparation of food. Ashley sat impatiently on a stool that framed an island of sorts in the middle of the kitchen room, legs swinging restlessly as she watched it enter the kitchen.
“Papa always makes great cookies,” Ashley called out to it. “But papa doesn’t always let me have them. He says it spoils dinner.”
The geth couldn’t understand how one type of food would cause another to begin the patterns of organic decay but it assumed that since the child was able to consume said foodstuff enough to know that it tasted good, it reasoned that it would be acceptable.
“Papa hides the cookies somewhere,” Ashley called out to it as it approached one of the vertical cupboards, the young girl not bothering to differentiate the term ‘papa’ onto any specific individual. It reasoned that the word would apply equally to both humans and for some strange reason, it found itself… pleased with this thought, just as geth was a word used to describe all of them. It made sense that Shepard Commander and his mate, Alenko Major, would be considered a single unit after joining in consensus.
“Understood, Ashley unit,” the geth monotonously replied. “Cover this one. We will attempt to search.”
Ashley giggled slightly as geth 429 began to systematically open and search all of the cupboards. After reaching in for the first item, it realized with something akin to dread, that it did not know exactly what a ‘cookie’ was. A quick search on the extranet revealed a whole host of items, none of which matched the object in its hand. To compare and contrast so many different foodstuffs would be… inefficient. It would have to find an alternative.
It’s face plates whirled as its processors drew more energy, attempting to formulate a method. A moment more and it picked out several cartons, carried them over to the nearly empty island, and placed them perfectly in front of the child.
“Greetings… “ 429 hesitated briefly, unsure how it would properly address the child. “Ashley unit. Does this designation appear acceptable?”
Ashley paused, face scrunching up in apparent confusion as she tried to decipher its words.
“You talk funny,” Ashley announced after a brief pause. “My name is Ashley. What’s yours?”
“This one can be address through designation Autonomous Natal Care Unit number 429,” the geth replied honestly. “We will accept your co-operation, Ashley unit.”
“Papa says I have to do what you say…” Ashley voiced with just a hint of mistrust and a little something… more… that the geth couldn’t identify.
“Shepard Commander and Alenko Major bear authority on the subject of your care Ashley unit,” 429 droned, unsure what the tiny human was trying to imply. The consensus within itself was at a standstill, thoroughly divided over the intention of the small creature’s words. “This one will appreciate a mutual participation in your care.”
Ashley stared, bug eyed, before bursting out into a quick laugh, grasping at the geth’s oversized hands.
“I like you,” Ashley declared squeezing the geth’s finger.
Its platform’s haptic sensors relayed the information of soft warmth and it felt an odd feeling impart itself into its processor. A feeling, the consensus relayed, was called… acceptance.
Ashley graced the geth hunter with a beaming smile, turning suddenly and flouncing away into an unknown part of the house, not bothering to wait for the geth to follow her.
“Ashley unit,” the geth called out. “Desist in movement.”
“I’m hungry,” the child called back.
“This one will be able to prepare Ashley unit with sustenance,” the geth responded almost immediately, glad that it could finally parse out what the child was saying.
A thorough scan of extranet memory banks brought up a rough floor plan of Shepard Commander’s home and the geth opened up the file, permanently marking the different rooms in the house and imprinting it into its processing. Large but silent foot falls brought into what was labelled a kitchen, but that was about all that it could figure out. Geth did not eat, did not have such facilities to aid in the preparation of food. Ashley sat impatiently on a stool that framed an island of sorts in the middle of the kitchen room, legs swinging restlessly as she watched it enter the kitchen.
“Papa always makes great cookies,” Ashley called out to it. “But papa doesn’t always let me have them. He says it spoils dinner.”
The geth couldn’t understand how one type of food would cause another to begin the patterns of organic decay but it assumed that since the child was able to consume said foodstuff enough to know that it tasted good, it reasoned that it would be acceptable.
“Papa hides the cookies somewhere,” Ashley called out to it as it approached one of the vertical cupboards, the young girl not bothering to differentiate the term ‘papa’ onto any specific individual. It reasoned that the word would apply equally to both humans and for some strange reason, it found itself… pleased with this thought, just as geth was a word used to describe all of them. It made sense that Shepard Commander and his mate, Alenko Major, would be considered a single unit after joining in consensus.
“Understood, Ashley unit,” the geth monotonously replied. “Cover this one. We will attempt to search.”
Ashley giggled slightly as geth 429 began to systematically open and search all of the cupboards. After reaching in for the first item, it realized with something akin to dread, that it did not know exactly what a ‘cookie’ was. A quick search on the extranet revealed a whole host of items, none of which matched the object in its hand. To compare and contrast so many different foodstuffs would be… inefficient. It would have to find an alternative.
It’s face plates whirled as its processors drew more energy, attempting to formulate a method. A moment more and it picked out several cartons, carried them over to the nearly empty island, and placed them perfectly in front of the child.
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