Re: Fill for Autonomous Natal Care Unit #429 8/?
anonymous
June 8 2014, 18:51:18 UTC
The geth paused to regard itself. Of course. The holographic display that it had put over itself of the outfit that had been deemed most likely to convey its intentions to Shepard Commander and his mate. It was, of course, a hologram and the child before it had apparently assumed that it had been in soft cloths of the sort that organics wore.
“This one understands,” it intoned, immediately standing. It cast about quickly, using the detailed rendering from its optical port to identify and target suitable materials.
It understood now, the reasons why organics placed such things over the structural weaknesses of their structures. It was for emergencies such as this.
It tore the curtains from their fastening, moving with surprising speed and strength even as it stretched its processors, searching for the suitable data stored in the information pool that surrounded the galaxy. Its light beamed brighter as positive feedback increased, sending it a surge of extra energy. Working faster than any living creature and with more precision than a quantum laser, it plucked carefully at threads, folded and divided fabrics. It still wasn’t enough. Again it understood why organics kept such large objects in their structures they called furniture. Of course, it all made logical sense now. It made sure to send such relevant data back to the consensus. A thrill of understanding returned through their shared connection.
The Ashley unit hooted and clapped, haranguing it, coaching it and scolding it as it completed its task. The unit felt its arms lighten with each word, felt its arms move just a little faster with each suppressed laugh. It felt… good.
With a final flourish, it lifted the device and placed it carefully over its platform.
“Does Ashley unit desire to return feedback?” the geth asked as it turned to regard the child.
Ashley stared up for a moment, eyes wide and mouth open, before a delightful sound burst out of the child’s mouth. The geth’s plates widened in alarm at first, then suddenly, it realized. It had heard such a sound before of course, but never this unadulterated, never this… pure. It performed a quick recording of the sound, combined it with a voice matrix and output it through its speaker system, hoping that it would reflect what the child was feeling.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha,” the geth felt itself say. Strange, it didn’t feel elation, but the child seemed to be laughing even harder.
“You look silly!” Ashley howled.
“This one does not understand,” the geth replied as it shut off the program that it labelled ‘laugh’ and stored at the fore of its processor. It triggered a program stored in its omni-tool that it had used during the war to take detailed topographic data during battlefields in order for the consensus to assess. It studied the image of itself, copying it and sending it over to the combined process of the geth.
The curtains had been a dark brown, the faintest patterns in white and black present. The carpet had been a riot of different colours while the couch had been a rather pleasing shade of beige. Still, it did not see why it would cause amusement in the young creature and it had obviously been able to create the design as per its hologram. The frills were slightly more tattered than it would have like and each different patch felt different to its haptic sensors, but it was the outfit that it would wear as a Natal Care Unit. As the garment settled comfortably onto its frame, it felt… satisfied.
“We require feedback, Ashley unit,” the geth said as Ashley unit began to taper down.
The child rubbed at her eyes, standing up to trudge over to its platform. Before it could even rise in inquiry, the young human wrapped her arms around its legs, pressing up against the curtain fabrics there and flattening its careful pleats. She pulled back immediately and gave it a very serious look.
“Better,” Ashley said with a mischievous smile.
“Acceptable,” the geth confirmed the input, relaying it to the consensus. Perhaps it would be easier for the geth to mingle with organics if they were all similarly attired. It relayed that information back along as well.
“This one understands,” it intoned, immediately standing. It cast about quickly, using the detailed rendering from its optical port to identify and target suitable materials.
It understood now, the reasons why organics placed such things over the structural weaknesses of their structures. It was for emergencies such as this.
It tore the curtains from their fastening, moving with surprising speed and strength even as it stretched its processors, searching for the suitable data stored in the information pool that surrounded the galaxy. Its light beamed brighter as positive feedback increased, sending it a surge of extra energy. Working faster than any living creature and with more precision than a quantum laser, it plucked carefully at threads, folded and divided fabrics. It still wasn’t enough. Again it understood why organics kept such large objects in their structures they called furniture. Of course, it all made logical sense now. It made sure to send such relevant data back to the consensus. A thrill of understanding returned through their shared connection.
The Ashley unit hooted and clapped, haranguing it, coaching it and scolding it as it completed its task. The unit felt its arms lighten with each word, felt its arms move just a little faster with each suppressed laugh. It felt… good.
With a final flourish, it lifted the device and placed it carefully over its platform.
“Does Ashley unit desire to return feedback?” the geth asked as it turned to regard the child.
Ashley stared up for a moment, eyes wide and mouth open, before a delightful sound burst out of the child’s mouth. The geth’s plates widened in alarm at first, then suddenly, it realized. It had heard such a sound before of course, but never this unadulterated, never this… pure. It performed a quick recording of the sound, combined it with a voice matrix and output it through its speaker system, hoping that it would reflect what the child was feeling.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha,” the geth felt itself say. Strange, it didn’t feel elation, but the child seemed to be laughing even harder.
“You look silly!” Ashley howled.
“This one does not understand,” the geth replied as it shut off the program that it labelled ‘laugh’ and stored at the fore of its processor. It triggered a program stored in its omni-tool that it had used during the war to take detailed topographic data during battlefields in order for the consensus to assess. It studied the image of itself, copying it and sending it over to the combined process of the geth.
The curtains had been a dark brown, the faintest patterns in white and black present. The carpet had been a riot of different colours while the couch had been a rather pleasing shade of beige. Still, it did not see why it would cause amusement in the young creature and it had obviously been able to create the design as per its hologram. The frills were slightly more tattered than it would have like and each different patch felt different to its haptic sensors, but it was the outfit that it would wear as a Natal Care Unit. As the garment settled comfortably onto its frame, it felt… satisfied.
“We require feedback, Ashley unit,” the geth said as Ashley unit began to taper down.
The child rubbed at her eyes, standing up to trudge over to its platform. Before it could even rise in inquiry, the young human wrapped her arms around its legs, pressing up against the curtain fabrics there and flattening its careful pleats. She pulled back immediately and gave it a very serious look.
“Better,” Ashley said with a mischievous smile.
“Acceptable,” the geth confirmed the input, relaying it to the consensus. Perhaps it would be easier for the geth to mingle with organics if they were all similarly attired. It relayed that information back along as well.
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