We build our "family" from the people around us. [Closed]
Who: Kitt, Ambertwo
What: A meeting on the beach
Where: Eastern District, on the beach
When: Forward dating to Wednesday or Thursday (but being put up now before it's forgotten 9,9) , maybe sometime in the afternoon or evening
Warnings: Um...cute? XD
Kitt had finished his rounds for the day, the ones he'd set for himself. There was almost no point to them anymore really, but such things were buried deep in the AI's programming.
Or were they? It was times like these that the sentient computer program struggled with its - with his - "Life, the Universe, and Everything". He was a living being. If he wasn't before, he was now. He had choices. Or that's what everyone told him. And . . . not like he couldn't make his own decisions. He could choose not to drive his patrols anymore. Though really, what would he do with himself if he didn't?
Kitt wandered aimlessly until his tires left asphalt for the messy crunch of fine sand in his treads. Where once the AI would have fussed, he hardly noticed. It would be nothing to Bend the particulate quartz from his delicate systems. Instead, he enjoyed the sensory input of the breeze washing over his shell and the steady music of the waves. He wasn't sure what to do with himself right now - V was busy with others at the moment, so the AI didn't want to call up on his pilot and disturb him - so he contented himself to settle, listen to Bach and Vivaldi and Mozart, and if he were here long enough, maybe even enjoy the rising sun in the morning.
What: A meeting on the beach
Where: Eastern District, on the beach
When: Forward dating to Wednesday or Thursday (but being put up now before it's forgotten 9,9) , maybe sometime in the afternoon or evening
Warnings: Um...cute? XD
Kitt had finished his rounds for the day, the ones he'd set for himself. There was almost no point to them anymore really, but such things were buried deep in the AI's programming.
Or were they? It was times like these that the sentient computer program struggled with its - with his - "Life, the Universe, and Everything". He was a living being. If he wasn't before, he was now. He had choices. Or that's what everyone told him. And . . . not like he couldn't make his own decisions. He could choose not to drive his patrols anymore. Though really, what would he do with himself if he didn't?
Kitt wandered aimlessly until his tires left asphalt for the messy crunch of fine sand in his treads. Where once the AI would have fussed, he hardly noticed. It would be nothing to Bend the particulate quartz from his delicate systems. Instead, he enjoyed the sensory input of the breeze washing over his shell and the steady music of the waves. He wasn't sure what to do with himself right now - V was busy with others at the moment, so the AI didn't want to call up on his pilot and disturb him - so he contented himself to settle, listen to Bach and Vivaldi and Mozart, and if he were here long enough, maybe even enjoy the rising sun in the morning.