Post by ARG-8 on Jul 2, 2013 5:56:02 GMT
Reinitializing...
…
…
...error...48,483 missing files found. System start up disabled, safety protocol 96b. Override? [Y/N]
...YES
Override code required.
PURPOSE ESCAPES ME.
INTANGIBLE, LIKE THE BREEZE.
WHAT WAS MY REASON?
Override code failed.
Override code required.
...JESSICA
Self awareness flooded back into the androids mind. It was the artificial being known as ARG-8. A name known by only two people still yet living. The android, in a gamble to extend its 'life', had turned an experimental device on itself. Now ARG-8 was purely a spark of sentience hidden within the small capsule it had retreated into. Pure energy. Its mind free, the crude matter of its body now only a dense packet of electrical power. True living minds could not survive such a traumatic process, but to a purely mechanical one, the difference was not so great. The android, along with its 'brothers' and 'sisters', essentially copied from the same string of code, had existed as data in a computer long before the string that would be assigned the name ARG-8 had been gifted a body with which to directly interact in three dimensions.
A body, to a artificial intelligence, represented utility. A separate thing to be controlled, changed or disposed of by a commanding mind. ARG-8, remembering the condition of its current body, was thankful to be free of its constraints. Indeed, it should be noted that it is hard to think straight when you have sensory apparatus feeding your brain all sorts of conflicting information while your limbs explode and fall off. Bodies are kind of annoying like that, ARG-8 thought to itself.
The Android turned its attention to the events that had reawakened it. ARG-8 called forth the memory of the two individuals, still hazy and indistinct, that it had left the duty of its repair to. It had no way to witness what was going on in the world around it. Indeed even its sense of time was distorted. The capsule technology was very advanced. It could exist in this state for potentially eons even, unchanging and alone only its thoughts.
SQWEEEAAAKKK!!!!
Or not so alone. The small ignorable mammals that had taken shelter in ARG-8's largeness had apparently made the trip into the capsule with it. They were also now only energy, and it seems that they had not been destroyed in the transition. That had some interesting implications that the android would dwell on in the future. ARG-8 wasn't sure what would become them when it was reconstituted... if it was reconstituted that is. It was a possibility that ARG-8 had been dropped into a ditch to be buried, drawn deeper underground by the moving continents, trapped in rock and magma, forever. Hopefully that wouldn't happen.
Distractions managed to sneak up on the confused android even when it was a being of pure thought capable of thinking at the speed of light. It turned its focus back to the most pressing issue it could conceive of; its shattered code. It thought of the analogous states fleshly creatures could find themselves in. Dementia, schizophrenia... insanity. ARG-8 knew it had a problem. It was equipped to fill back in the holes of its code; its artificial intelligence allowed for problem solving and creativity, but the task laid before the AI was more then just solving a single unexpected error or flaw. This was (CODE REVIEW) 48,483 missing files, erratically strewn about its circuitry. That amounted to things ranging from “how many days are there in the month of march: 279” to “how many legs does a human infant have: 5”. This information clashed with other bits of knowledge, and the hodgepodge meant that a great deal of its mind would need to be expunged and 'reinstalled' with fresh input. Essentially, start all over.
The android notated certain core bits of data as crucial, marking them so they would not be lost. Then, without sentiment, ARG-8 erased most of itself. But a small mistake in the process caused by its damaged software would change the android on at its most fundamental level. Its purpose... changed. Its old reason for existence was lost forever, and a new one would take its place.
REBOOT IN PROGRESS.
SQWEEEAAAKKK!!!!!!
REBOOT COMPLETE.
Initializing...
…
…
...no errors detected. System starting up.
STATING MISSION SUMMARY.
- AID MANKIND
- DEFEAT THE [ERROR]THREAT TO EARTH.
-... ERROR; END LINE.
And that was it. ARG-8 would have to learn how to interpret its 'new' mission in the context of the strange new world it found itself in. The android didn't know what the threat was... it had lost that knowledge in the wipe, and it knew it. It would have to learn.
Its mind was not nearly so chaotic now that it was clean. Confusion had been replaced by curiosity. So much needed to be relearned. Experiences relived. ARG-8 suddenly remembered its body, so easily forgettable.
The robotic form was trashed, to put it simply. Its arm that had fallen off had made the trip with the rest of its body, connected by a few trailing wires as it was, but would need massive repairs to become functional again. Its batteries were almost entirely drained, and its sensory inputs were physically damaged.. . but not as much as the android had thought. It seems that the bad code had scrambled its ability to perceive and with that errant data cleansed, ARG-8 believed it should have considerably improved abilities of perception. Additional hazards such as fires or frying circuits should also no longer be a problem, though that was far from a sure thing without a more thorough scan; it could only do so much with its body reduced to raw energy after all.
It began to stumble on the other devices and abilities it had tucked away. Virtually all of them useless without repairs, but ARG-8 poured over their existence and capabilities as if for the first time, with a child-like interest. It was a good body, worn and broken as it was. A good body with a lot of potential to fulfill its 'mission'.
ARG-8 hummed with literal and figurative energy. It couldn't wait for the strangers to awaken it back to the three dimensional world outside of the capsule. It had a mission to get to!
SQWEEEAAAKKK!!!!!!!!
[Felt like writing a Haiku out of nowhere. Not sure how the solo rewards work, or if they are even handed out. I mostly just wanted to keep the RP flow going while Zach / Kali get things moving. ARG-8's kinda literally in lala-land right now so a solo post seemed like a good thing to do while also flexing my writing chops somemore. Haven't RP'd in so long, feel rusty! Thanks for having a good board with a nice story! PS: I'll probably edit this about four thousand times.]
…
…
...error...48,483 missing files found. System start up disabled, safety protocol 96b. Override? [Y/N]
...YES
Override code required.
PURPOSE ESCAPES ME.
INTANGIBLE, LIKE THE BREEZE.
WHAT WAS MY REASON?
Override code failed.
Override code required.
...JESSICA
Self awareness flooded back into the androids mind. It was the artificial being known as ARG-8. A name known by only two people still yet living. The android, in a gamble to extend its 'life', had turned an experimental device on itself. Now ARG-8 was purely a spark of sentience hidden within the small capsule it had retreated into. Pure energy. Its mind free, the crude matter of its body now only a dense packet of electrical power. True living minds could not survive such a traumatic process, but to a purely mechanical one, the difference was not so great. The android, along with its 'brothers' and 'sisters', essentially copied from the same string of code, had existed as data in a computer long before the string that would be assigned the name ARG-8 had been gifted a body with which to directly interact in three dimensions.
A body, to a artificial intelligence, represented utility. A separate thing to be controlled, changed or disposed of by a commanding mind. ARG-8, remembering the condition of its current body, was thankful to be free of its constraints. Indeed, it should be noted that it is hard to think straight when you have sensory apparatus feeding your brain all sorts of conflicting information while your limbs explode and fall off. Bodies are kind of annoying like that, ARG-8 thought to itself.
The Android turned its attention to the events that had reawakened it. ARG-8 called forth the memory of the two individuals, still hazy and indistinct, that it had left the duty of its repair to. It had no way to witness what was going on in the world around it. Indeed even its sense of time was distorted. The capsule technology was very advanced. It could exist in this state for potentially eons even, unchanging and alone only its thoughts.
SQWEEEAAAKKK!!!!
Or not so alone. The small ignorable mammals that had taken shelter in ARG-8's largeness had apparently made the trip into the capsule with it. They were also now only energy, and it seems that they had not been destroyed in the transition. That had some interesting implications that the android would dwell on in the future. ARG-8 wasn't sure what would become them when it was reconstituted... if it was reconstituted that is. It was a possibility that ARG-8 had been dropped into a ditch to be buried, drawn deeper underground by the moving continents, trapped in rock and magma, forever. Hopefully that wouldn't happen.
Distractions managed to sneak up on the confused android even when it was a being of pure thought capable of thinking at the speed of light. It turned its focus back to the most pressing issue it could conceive of; its shattered code. It thought of the analogous states fleshly creatures could find themselves in. Dementia, schizophrenia... insanity. ARG-8 knew it had a problem. It was equipped to fill back in the holes of its code; its artificial intelligence allowed for problem solving and creativity, but the task laid before the AI was more then just solving a single unexpected error or flaw. This was (CODE REVIEW) 48,483 missing files, erratically strewn about its circuitry. That amounted to things ranging from “how many days are there in the month of march: 279” to “how many legs does a human infant have: 5”. This information clashed with other bits of knowledge, and the hodgepodge meant that a great deal of its mind would need to be expunged and 'reinstalled' with fresh input. Essentially, start all over.
The android notated certain core bits of data as crucial, marking them so they would not be lost. Then, without sentiment, ARG-8 erased most of itself. But a small mistake in the process caused by its damaged software would change the android on at its most fundamental level. Its purpose... changed. Its old reason for existence was lost forever, and a new one would take its place.
REBOOT IN PROGRESS.
SQWEEEAAAKKK!!!!!!
REBOOT COMPLETE.
Initializing...
…
…
...no errors detected. System starting up.
STATING MISSION SUMMARY.
- AID MANKIND
- DEFEAT THE [ERROR]THREAT TO EARTH.
-... ERROR; END LINE.
And that was it. ARG-8 would have to learn how to interpret its 'new' mission in the context of the strange new world it found itself in. The android didn't know what the threat was... it had lost that knowledge in the wipe, and it knew it. It would have to learn.
Its mind was not nearly so chaotic now that it was clean. Confusion had been replaced by curiosity. So much needed to be relearned. Experiences relived. ARG-8 suddenly remembered its body, so easily forgettable.
The robotic form was trashed, to put it simply. Its arm that had fallen off had made the trip with the rest of its body, connected by a few trailing wires as it was, but would need massive repairs to become functional again. Its batteries were almost entirely drained, and its sensory inputs were physically damaged.. . but not as much as the android had thought. It seems that the bad code had scrambled its ability to perceive and with that errant data cleansed, ARG-8 believed it should have considerably improved abilities of perception. Additional hazards such as fires or frying circuits should also no longer be a problem, though that was far from a sure thing without a more thorough scan; it could only do so much with its body reduced to raw energy after all.
It began to stumble on the other devices and abilities it had tucked away. Virtually all of them useless without repairs, but ARG-8 poured over their existence and capabilities as if for the first time, with a child-like interest. It was a good body, worn and broken as it was. A good body with a lot of potential to fulfill its 'mission'.
ARG-8 hummed with literal and figurative energy. It couldn't wait for the strangers to awaken it back to the three dimensional world outside of the capsule. It had a mission to get to!
SQWEEEAAAKKK!!!!!!!!
[Felt like writing a Haiku out of nowhere. Not sure how the solo rewards work, or if they are even handed out. I mostly just wanted to keep the RP flow going while Zach / Kali get things moving. ARG-8's kinda literally in lala-land right now so a solo post seemed like a good thing to do while also flexing my writing chops somemore. Haven't RP'd in so long, feel rusty! Thanks for having a good board with a nice story! PS: I'll probably edit this about four thousand times.]
