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Welcoming committee

Oct 09, 2010 18:26

WHO: Jim Kirk, Max Guevara, um, T-X unit
WHAT: Partner funtimes and receiving new arrivals
WHEN: Day 39
WHERE: Town Square ( Read more... )

{t-x}, max guevara, james t. kirk, [log]:

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t_x_unit October 10 2010, 02:21:17 UTC

> MULTIPLE SENSORY ERRORS
> DIAGNOSTICS ENCOUNTERING DATA CORRUPTION
> UNKNOWN SOURCE
> ASSESSMENT COMPILING...
> REGISTERING MULTIPLE BREACHES
> REQUESTING ENHANCEMENT...
> UNABLE TO COMPLY

Such was the continuous influx of data flashing across the new arrival's mind. A constant stream of error messages, diagnostic results and unsatisfactory repair attempts. No sooner had one line of analysis displayed than it was immediately shunted up to make way for the next one.

Internally, the machine registered as functional. Even if in a drastically downgraded form from those of its standard factory settings.

But externally the world was registering as confused static. Only glimpses of broken, frozen images and delayed audio were shining through. Even the ability to differentiate chemical scents seemed to be failing.

All of which was putting it at a severe disadvantage ( ... )

goldn_boy October 10 2010, 02:25:22 UTC

Jim smiled, nodding as they approached.

"It is," he said. "So you're Samantha. Sorry again you found yourself here--I wouldn't wish it on anyone."

She looked frustrated and disoriented, which was only natural.

youdaman October 10 2010, 05:02:45 UTC

"It's no problem, I needed the fresh air anyway," Max returned, her hands buried into the pockets of her purple hooded sweatshirt. She stayed with Jim on the walk up, making no comment in response to the other things until they got to where they were going.

t_x_unit October 10 2010, 06:03:33 UTC

The staccato movements of skull diminished to nothingness as they neared. The machine could adapt to interference up to a point. Still, it was interference, nonetheless. Even the words they were speaking were coming through with breaks in the audio.

"I'm having... Trouble."

A simple declaration, although not quite phrased right for natural human interaction. Not relaxed.

"Jim," it said, yet looked at Max. His image falling upon her admist the static, only to realign and cause 'Samantha' to look upwards, then just to the right. "Jim," she addressed, a second time, but was looking at air.

"I'm..." Concern was intensifying and registered with a crease of brow. "Confused. Please stay still."

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