Re: Fill for Autonomous Natal Care Unit #429 9/?
anonymous
June 8 2014, 18:53:33 UTC
“Why don’t we play some games?” Ashely asked with a fevered glint in her eye.
The geth stood trying to process the word and their meaning, its processes making its lights blink and twinkle, its protective ocular plates shifting and whirring and oscillating around its head.
“This one does not understand,” the geth began slowly. “Does the Ashley unit wish to partake in communal social activities with other members of her species? This platform is unable to facilitate such an encounter… We--"
Ashley laughed again at the geth’s expense.
“What? No silly,” Ashley corrected. “Let’s play… Hide and seek! You hide, and I’ll seek!”
The geth paused for a moment, unfamiliar with the term. It ran a quick extranet search and found multiple links. However, the only one with a reoccurring pattern that involved the presence of human children was a… social gathering that involved…
The geth’s plates whirled quickly and it received its greatest positive feedback loop of all. Hide and seek? What a wonder. It was almost as if it had been created for such a purpose. A strange pattern of data seemed to trace around the consensus in its mind. It couldn’t quite identify the source or codify the combined stream. A tiny, almost unheard voice within the consensus spoke up. It had a decidedly… feminine… tone to it. It was a voice recorded by a very old, respected platform, spoken through what the geth had understood as nearly true AI. Love. Altruism. Joy. Acceptance. It careful placed the labels onto each set of data, letting it surge through its frame and trigger back another round of positive sensations. What a… wonder.
“Affirmative,” was what is said instead and immediately loped off, listening to the small, surprising child behind itself begin counting.
**********
“Can’t believe that they wanted us to go ahead with that,” Kaidan groused, trudging tiredly up the path toward their home.
“It’ll work out,” Shepard replied with a shrug.
“I mean, first the Alliance,” Kaidan continued to mutter, “And then they want me to restart the Biotic Acclamation training scheme and merge it with the Grissom Academy plans. Now, training potential SPECTRE candidates?”
Shepard ducked casually as Kaidan’s arms swung to the side in frustration.
“I can take care of the new SPECTRES, Kaidan,” Shepard replied patiently.
“I know you can John, I just…” Kaidan began as the front doorway opened for their tired selves and into…
Chaos.
Shepard stood stock still, barely flinching as Kaidan slammed into him from behind.
“What the hell, John, I…” Kaidan stopped. Did a double take. “What the hell?”
Shepard would have probably preferred to have used a profanity that was much more in line with what he was seeing. Their home was wrecked.
“My god,” Kaidan murmured. “Ashley!”
Without another word, his husband bolted past him with his biotics already flaring around him in a bluish corona, rushing through the house and Shepard felt an accompanying surge of panic.
He raced through their entry way, filled with clutter and mess that was more than enough to drive Kaidan insane. The man was insatiable when it came to the cleanliness of their home. Shepard spied the torn couches and ramshackle pieces of debris strewn across their home.
“Ashley?” Shepard called out aloud.
He opened doors, peeked under tables and into cupboards and behind curtains, or what little fabrics were left hanging from the walls. There was food parcels everywhere, strewn from the living room and leading into the kitchen. Shepard raced through, staring at the holocaust that had been his secret pride and joy. The cupboards were nearly bare, all of their contents across the space in between and the fridge door stood open, blasting cold air through the area. Condensation had built up and collected in some parts of the floor and the tap had been left running, several plates floating as the runoff drained from the sink’s sides.
“Ashley!” Shepard called out with more urgency.
“Shepard!” Kaidan’s voiced called out. It was coming from upstairs. Without another word, Shepard turned and ran, bounding up the stairs and dashing through the hall.
“Kaidan!” Shepard called to his husband, panic putting his voice on edge.
“In here!” Kaidan responded, his voice coming from their bedroom.
The geth stood trying to process the word and their meaning, its processes making its lights blink and twinkle, its protective ocular plates shifting and whirring and oscillating around its head.
“This one does not understand,” the geth began slowly. “Does the Ashley unit wish to partake in communal social activities with other members of her species? This platform is unable to facilitate such an encounter… We--"
Ashley laughed again at the geth’s expense.
“What? No silly,” Ashley corrected. “Let’s play… Hide and seek! You hide, and I’ll seek!”
The geth paused for a moment, unfamiliar with the term. It ran a quick extranet search and found multiple links. However, the only one with a reoccurring pattern that involved the presence of human children was a… social gathering that involved…
The geth’s plates whirled quickly and it received its greatest positive feedback loop of all. Hide and seek? What a wonder. It was almost as if it had been created for such a purpose. A strange pattern of data seemed to trace around the consensus in its mind. It couldn’t quite identify the source or codify the combined stream. A tiny, almost unheard voice within the consensus spoke up. It had a decidedly… feminine… tone to it. It was a voice recorded by a very old, respected platform, spoken through what the geth had understood as nearly true AI. Love. Altruism. Joy. Acceptance. It careful placed the labels onto each set of data, letting it surge through its frame and trigger back another round of positive sensations. What a… wonder.
“Affirmative,” was what is said instead and immediately loped off, listening to the small, surprising child behind itself begin counting.
**********
“Can’t believe that they wanted us to go ahead with that,” Kaidan groused, trudging tiredly up the path toward their home.
“It’ll work out,” Shepard replied with a shrug.
“I mean, first the Alliance,” Kaidan continued to mutter, “And then they want me to restart the Biotic Acclamation training scheme and merge it with the Grissom Academy plans. Now, training potential SPECTRE candidates?”
Shepard ducked casually as Kaidan’s arms swung to the side in frustration.
“I can take care of the new SPECTRES, Kaidan,” Shepard replied patiently.
“I know you can John, I just…” Kaidan began as the front doorway opened for their tired selves and into…
Chaos.
Shepard stood stock still, barely flinching as Kaidan slammed into him from behind.
“What the hell, John, I…” Kaidan stopped. Did a double take. “What the hell?”
Shepard would have probably preferred to have used a profanity that was much more in line with what he was seeing.
Their home was wrecked.
“My god,” Kaidan murmured. “Ashley!”
Without another word, his husband bolted past him with his biotics already flaring around him in a bluish corona, rushing through the house and Shepard felt an accompanying surge of panic.
He raced through their entry way, filled with clutter and mess that was more than enough to drive Kaidan insane. The man was insatiable when it came to the cleanliness of their home. Shepard spied the torn couches and ramshackle pieces of debris strewn across their home.
“Ashley?” Shepard called out aloud.
He opened doors, peeked under tables and into cupboards and behind curtains, or what little fabrics were left hanging from the walls. There was food parcels everywhere, strewn from the living room and leading into the kitchen. Shepard raced through, staring at the holocaust that had been his secret pride and joy. The cupboards were nearly bare, all of their contents across the space in between and the fridge door stood open, blasting cold air through the area. Condensation had built up and collected in some parts of the floor and the tap had been left running, several plates floating as the runoff drained from the sink’s sides.
“Ashley!” Shepard called out with more urgency.
“Shepard!” Kaidan’s voiced called out. It was coming from upstairs.
Without another word, Shepard turned and ran, bounding up the stairs and dashing through the hall.
“Kaidan!” Shepard called to his husband, panic putting his voice on edge.
“In here!” Kaidan responded, his voice coming from their bedroom.
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