002 - Chrissie is bored [Audio: English] OPEN

[notalkodarkness]

[Christine had been effectively holed up in the Phantom's room for almost a week. She had missed Raoul's outburst the day of her arrival after he found her missing and had not left the room for any extended period of time without the accompanying presence of her Master. She had gotten a rough guided tour of the ship and explanations that the other

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[Christine jerks slightly as a voice returns with a response and she silently berates herself. She would have to get used to things like this 'communicator' business and not start like a fleeing doe everytime someone spoke to her through it. Her response is relieved at having successfully reached someone out of choice rather than necessity(unlike the last time with Raoul's communicator).]

Yes, that is what I meant. [A brief pause.]

Thank you .. I have not had much practice and I was concerned I would use this device incorrectly.

[Another pause at the latter question when Christine grimaces to herself. She leans in and speaks again, her tone heavy with guilt and embarrassment.]

I .. I left my own communicator and keycard in my room upon arrival .. I .. I did not realize their level of importance. I was a bit out of sorts .. [Way to understate, Christine!] I left my room and it locked behind me and I got rather turned around ..

[A soft sigh and Christine leans back against Erik's door.]I believe I know where it is, but I clearly

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[Christine flushes slightly, feeling suddenly very VERY presumptuous!]

Oh, God .. I'm sorry! That was terribly rude of me, wasn't it?! I .. I didn't mean for it to be at all rude, if it was. I merely thought .. I just didn't want you to say it incorrectly ..

[She's just a bit out of sorts .. she is enjoying her conversation, but would hate for Zee to take something rudely when she is simply meaning to help. See, these are those emotions I was talking about. ANGST ridden!]

[battle_droid]

[...Whaaat?]

Not presumptuous. My language packs come with infinite phrases and information, but not how to communicate like this.

[Goodness Zee is glad she doesn't have to deal with these.

Still though - she was going to have to update her software somehow. She couldn't go around making errors like that, now could she?]

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[Christine allows herself a breath of relief, flushing and glad that she's alone in Erik's room.]

I .. I'm glad .. It was not at all my intention to say something or correct you where it is not needed or wanted.

[And with Zee's next words, Christine sits up a bit straighter, an idea forming.]

I'm uncertain if you wish it .. but, I could .. I could help you. Perhaps assist you if you need it with terms or their usage .. I'm not particularly doing much here .. And if it would be helpful I would be more than willing and happy to oblige you.

[She waits, uncertain if the woman will accept her offer. She was, after all, just sixteen and likely younger than a good number of persons on this vessel. Let alone from a time period from far earlier on than many of them..]

fff Sorry I fell asleep D:

[battle_droid]

That would be helpful. My software is rudimentary - my two creators did not feel the need to expand my vocabulary with proper communication techniques. I was created for combat, not conversation. There are other droids built for that.

[There was a droid built for EVERYTHING back home.]

Not a problem at all, my dear. :)

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[Christine breathes a sigh of relief as things seem to settle and relax. She terribly hated upsetting people! She looks a bit confused, though she is getting the idea of what Zee is talking about. She thinks ..]

Software? Like .. clothing?

[And then a slight widening of her eyes as Zee says that she is for combat.]

Combat? You were made to fight? [It's more than a little bit surreal. Another knitting of the brows.] Are .. are you a droid? I do not mean to sound foolish .. I am only curious .. we do not have things such as you in my home.

<3!

[battle_droid]

Computer programming, to put it simply. My processor is far more advanced than that of a simple, everyday operating system.

[Zee's tone is slightly modulated. She's trying out this 'voice inflection' thing.]

I was built for combat, yes. My technical classification would be 'battle droid', considering there are many other types of robotic mechanisms like myself where I come from.

Talkin' all that big electronic talk! XD

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[Christine listens, but really isn't understanding what Zee is talking about; they didn't have anything remotely similar to what she was talking about in 18th Century Paris. She doesn't understand the term programming, either, or processor for that matter.]

I'm sorry, Zee .. but I do not understand. I do not know these words you are using. Come-Pew-Ter and Pro-Gram-Ming .. [She is actually feeling quite dumb at the moment. Perhaps these are things she has just not been educated about while living in the opera house; it had happened before. Or maybe it was something from Zee's world that she could explain!]

Could you explain what you mean .. I do not understand this operating system .. or this prah-sess-or.

[Her brown eyes widen slightly at the explanation of why she was made and that there are many others like here on her world.]

So .. the world you come from .. there are many androids and they do many things? Like what?

she's sorry ;_; also forgive my google definitions of compooters

[battle_droid]

[Christine...you are about to get a lot more technological terms thrown your way.]

A computer is an electronic, programmable device that is designed to receive input and accept and manipulate different types of data. It then provides an output that is in a useful format. Over the years technology has obviously advanced, and hundreds of years ago when the first computers were created, they were as big as one of your bedroom walls.

What you are now holding is a kind of computer. Small, but it is the same idea. A processing unit is a kind of electronic circuit that executes the programs. [Zee doesn't bother going into some of the more advanced kinds of technology her world has. She is not sure if Christine even understood what she just said, even though she had tried to make it as simple as possible.]

There are, yes. The original droids were created to make human life easier - they performed menial tasks such as doing dishes, cleaning house, babysitting children. They never malfunction, and are unhackable.

[Zee is an exception, and

LOL'ing at Chrissie's O__O face

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[Oh dear .. the face in the subject line forever!!

Christine listens, trying to understand much of what Zee is saying, but in truth she is just growing more and more confused. She does get that the communicator she is using is technically a type of computer, so she at least has something to go on.]

So .. in a sense .. it's told to do something and it does so because it is programmed to do it? [She waits for the other womans' reply, uncertain if she likes that at all. It didn't seem right to do something because you had to and not because you wanted to.

And then Zee is telling her about all the things that droids do and her eyes widen slightly.]

So, for basic human tasks .. replacing scullery servants and the like? But now they do far more than that and look like we do .. [Like YOU, Zee! She exhales slowly, quite in awe at the notion. Ironhide was a foreign being, but he LOOKED foreign .. here you are telling her that robots can look HUMAN too!] My God .. that's .. that's quite amazing ..

ffffft poor thing |D she's just like 'lol what'

[battle_droid]

In a sense, yes. My commands come from Roger or Anita, or the Central Processing Unit inside NRA headquarters. Their directives generally come from the government, and are thus relayed to me.

[Zee isn't much of a freethinker :/ Though she can make decisions based on percentages of survival! :D?]

Yes. They have shouldered the weight of menail tasks that humans dislike doing. They have also been created to do more combersome jobs, such as manual labor like construction.

[Because creating robots to do work so humans don't have to is NEVER a bad idea.]

Pretty much! XD

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[Christine was trying, really trying, to understand what Zee was telling her, but a good amount of it was going over her head. That the government was in some fashion responsible for what Zee did or did not do was .. alarming. War was a prevalent risk, after all, and if Zee was made for combat .. She shudders slightly at the thought. Then her brows knit and she shakes her head.]

I do not understand what an android would need to be created to do such tasks as those .. humans are perfectly capable of doing such. I myself had any number of chores as a child and several I do now still even grown.

[She shakes her head again.]

Such labor seems such a waste of your abilities .. [She then flushes and quiets.] Not that I presume to know your duties, Zee.

[battle_droid]

Droids exist to make human lives easier. [Earth is a hard environment to survive in these days. If you were a low class citizen and made it past thirty, you were doing good.]

My duties had nothing to do with menial tasks that the worker droids performed. I am a special classification of droid - I was built to protect and destroy, not clean up.

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[Christine can't help the quirk of her lips at Zee's words. There was no doubt that Zee was anything other than a combat droid and Christine would certainly never question her!]

I've no doubt that you excelled at anything presented to you, Zee.

[battle_droid]

I have never failed in a mission.

[Complete truth. She's almost been destroyed a few times, but she's always been successful, despite dragging herself in pieces back to the lab.]

Sorry for delay - life at its finest -__-;

[notalkodarkness]

[Christine finds that she is not doubting this in the slightest, looking down at the comm unit in her hand curiously.]

I think .. I would like to speak with you in person, some time, Zee ..

[Christine was feeling a little closeted off from the world here in her shared room with Erik. Perhaps she could ask him to bring her to meet Zee .. although soon enough she would be with Raoul and it won't matter, but still!]