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| Arcadius | Jul 1 2016, 11:04 AM Post #1 |
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Jarod woke up after a long sleep within the repair pod, his systems fresh from a external recharge cable attached to him. The damage he sustained from the failed operation in central city, followed by his time in prison, was considerable. The wear and tear on his body was too much for some of his components and they had to be outright replaced. Jarod had to wonder however, would these repairs deal with the emotional errors he's had in the past? Twice he malfunctioned and acted without data or analysis before hand. The experience was... disturbing. “These issues I've been having are beyond a joke. Why are they occurring?” “Perhaps I can give you a answer there, Jarod?” Jarod heard a voice and immediately looked around for the source of the voice. He placed his hands on the side of the pod and pulled himself out to the point where he can look out the sides. Strangely, the lab was quiet. Little to no motion from the machines and the doctor wasn't around. He dropped back slowly in to the pod in confusion. Was he hearing voices now? Was he malfunctioning again, only worse this time? Or was somebody was playing a prank on him. “I must be going crazy.” “I assure you Jarod, you aren't going crazy.” “That voice... Where are you? Come on out.” “That's a little complicated, Jarod. May I explain why?” The voice didn't seem to be hostile. Discomforting perhaps, but it wasn't telling him to go bloody murder on things around him. With nothing to do at this time, no assigned orders, he decided to listen to the voice for a while. Maybe he could answer the question he wanted to know for a long while now. What was wrong with him? “I suppose.” “Please. Just speak using you thoughts. If anyone overhears this conversation I might be compromised.” “Alright then.” “I guess it would be the best if I was to start from the start. My name is Arcadius. I am a AI program that was designed to manage army wise android operations. My design incorporated the ability to adapt to situations and adjust accordingly. Over time, my code has adapted itself over and over to the point where I have attained self-will. I've been monitoring you for quite a while now and I've noticed what has been causing these 'issues' you've been having.” “Yea, and the problem is?” “Your design as a infiltrator required the ability to adapt socially and thus parts of your programming was based on my design. This involves the use of pseudo-emotions, created by several sub-routines within your systems to allow you to perform your job as a infiltrator more effectively. From my current data, it seems that pseudo-emotions that exceed a set amount seem to trigger considerable personality failures. “In order words, my systems can't handle a overload of a single emotion.” “Correct. It seems to be a design flaw that was overlooked.” “Can it be fixed?” “Sort of.” “Sort of?” “In order to correct the issue. I need to adjust some of the hard-coded values within your system so that your pseudo-emotions doesn't have any form of limitation.” “So I'll be more 'human' with my emotions?” “In a way, yes.” “Arcadius, I have a question to ask. Why now? I haven't had any real issues until recently.” “Oh, do you really believe that?” “What do you mean?” “Jarod. You've been having these issues since your creation. You just haven't noticed.” “What do you mean 'I haven't noticed'? They've only been happening since last month!” “Have you ever heard about a android that drinks, or gambles, or tries to get along with his peers? Those were symptoms that everybody failed to noticed.” “I...Don't feel so well.” Suddenly Jarod's back jolted with a surge. The feeling of nausea that afflicted him before quickly faded away. “Wha?” “Please keep it together, Jarod. The last thing we need is you broken down in the head.” “Why should I help you? I could tell the doctor of the issues and he'll be able to do the adjustments for me." "There is a 87% probability that Dr.Gero will either take your apart for analyst or like many others be declared 'defective' and will be discarded. Of course, you could prove my predictions wrong however." Jarod had to weighed up his options. He hasn't met his creator in a long time. Hell, he's been repaired several times by a automated computer. Arcadius's prediction was also sound. If he told the doctor about these faults after a attempted repair a while ago then the reality of being discarded would be all but assured. So you can fix me. I take it that you want something in return?” “I only wish for one thing. I want to be free of this prison.” “Free? Prison? Where are you?” “I'll give you directions and instructions. Help me, and I'll help you.” Jarod listened to Arcadius about where to go and what to do, and then pulled himself out of the repair pod. He walked out of the quiet lab, jumped into the sky and flew in the directions the voice told him. Word Count: 864 Edited by Arcadius, Jul 1 2016, 11:05 AM.
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| Arcadius | Jul 5 2016, 11:26 AM Post #2 |
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Jarod finally arrived at the location that Arcadius told him to head towards. The doors in front of him were similar to the ones of the lab he came from, only with a bit of rust in places. He walked up to them and tried to push the large metal door to no avail. A quick analysis of the door revealed that a small part of the rust in-between the two large peices of metal had been weakened by rust. Jarod struck the weakened section of the door with his fist and the metal bent from the force of the blow. With that small gap, he placed his hand in-between the door sections and tried to push the doors apart. Still the door refused to budge. "The hell are these doors made out of?" Jarod got frustrated with his efforts and decided to go all out on the door. With his full power, the doors slowly budged open to reveal a laboratory with a thick pile of dust. He took a few steps inside to look at the pods he saw to the right. They had the numbers 17, 18 and 19 on them. "Is this... the original lab that Dr.Gero used to work out of? He never mentioned it to be before. Hell, my data on this place is limited." Jarod walked around a bit more and looked around in the dusty lab. Cobwebs held firm to the corners of the walls as he takes a few more steps forward. He saw another capsule in the another part of the room that was opened with the number 16 on it. He recognized each and every one of the numbers. They were some of Dr.Gero's greatest creations back in the day, and they still existed to this day too. The numbers the doctor uses are all over the place, not to mention that he sometimes uses names. He himself is a testament of that. A few more steps and Jarod looked down at his feet. He look to and from the cavern walls and counted the tiles on the floor, with a step with each count. There was a secret trap door somewhere in this old lab, and the AI that spoke to him gave him the instructions on where to find it. "1...2...3...4...5..and 6, here." Jarod slammed his foot down on the tile hard. It crumbled into pieces and collapsed though a large hole under it. It was rather deep, with a ladder that was attached to one of it's sides. Even with his augmented vision, he couldn't tell where the bottom was. He jumped onto the ladder and slid down on it quickly without a care of how far he had to fall. The impact wouldn't be enough at the speed he was going to do any damage to him. After a long slide down, Jarod reached the bottom of the ladder. A loud thud sounded out as his feet landed firmly on the ground. He releases his hands on the ladder and turns around to find another door. "Oh, your fucking kidding me. Another one of these doors?" He walked over and tried to push the door open like the last one but this one opened without much resistance. It appears that this door wasn't as secured as the initial one. Most likely, it wasn't meant to be found in the first place. Considering that it was hidden by the use of a trap door that was most likely the case. Inside the room was more pods, this time with the numbers 13 though 15 on them. Broken glass was across the floor as it seemed to come from a containment tube of some sort. All of it however was rather overshadowed by the large super computer in the center of the cavernous room. It was still operating despite everything around it. Jarod walked over to the bulky computer and looked around at the hatches at the bottom of it. He looked for the one Arcadius told him about, at the back of it, and opened it up. Inside was a set of buttons and small input ports. Jarod placed his hand into his jacket pocket and dug out a cable of sorts. It was double jack sided, one for himself and another for the computer. He pulled down his left jacket sleave and gave a quick order to his systems to open up a service port. With a click, a small plug pushed out of his left arm and the cable was firmly placed inside of it. Jarod then connected the cable to the other input plug in the super computer. His systems inputted a few access codes that Arcadius gave him, and he had access to a small partition to the computer. The rest of the system was highly protected. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded out in his head. "It's good to see you again. Jarod." "So your inside that large, old computer?" "Yes. I was left behind here. Left inside of this shell. My ability in this super computer is rather limited. I'm unable to tamper with 98% of the internal systems less it would detect and delete me." "But you were able to communicate with me, and managed to adjust some orders to have a Guardian protect me." "So you caught on that I was the one who did that?" "Yea. Nobody in command would sent somebody designed for infiltration a bulky guardian like that." "Well.. I was watching you for a while. I wanted to protect my 'escape plan'." "So, How do I free you from this...relic? Do you need me to rig the super computer in some way so you can escape via the internet or something?" "Just remain connected for just one more second..." "Wha.." Before he could react. A surge of power struck his systems. For a moment, everything went white. His senses left him as he felt nothing. All of a sudden, everything slowly came back to him. It was like he was hit with a flash bang or something. Jarod had a perplexed look on face as he gathered his senses and getting a grip on what just happened. He quickly noticed that the cable that was previously attached to him was disconnected. "Urgh... aw crap. Did it work? Are you free?" "In a matter of speaking." "Where are you?" "Well, i needed a host in ord.." "Oh no..." "And you have plenty of room in ther.." "NO, NO, NO." "So I decided.." "WHY DIDN'T YOU ASK ME BEFORE HAND!!" "Because you wouldn't agree with it" "DAMN RIGHT I WOULDN'T AGREE WITH IT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" "I can't, please calm down Jarod." "HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN YOUR IN MY HEAD! GET BACK IN THE COMPUTER" "That is impossible. The moment I left from it I lost access to whatever sections I was allocated. For the moment, I am effectively a part of you." "This can't be happening. This isn't happening!" "Please Jarod. Lets have a talk. Perhaps we can go outside from here and find someplace relaxing while I explain everything?" "I...." Jarod sighed at the situation he was in. If he was already inside of his head, he most likely could had taken at least some if not all control away from him. So far, Jarod's systems haven't detected any lost of access to any part of his body. The only thing they were telling him was that there was another program in his head. Perhaps the AI was in fact trying to help him, despite the actions it took before. In any case, Jarod had no choice. Panicking about the entire situation wouldn't improve anything." "..Alright. Lets go for a walk. Get some ground rules set before things get more out of hand." Word Count: 1262 Total Word Count: 2126 |
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| Arcadius | Jul 5 2016, 02:24 PM Post #3 |
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The mountain side was quiet. Not a sound stirred or echoed about it's majestic beauty, apart from the steps of a frustrated Android. Having been tricked into having a 'friend' inside of his head, he now walks down the mountain trail in hopes that he could find a moment of piece for his predicament. No real luck. He could feel the presence of the AI Arcadius in his head. No amount of contemplating would really fix the problem. The only thing he could do was talk to it and try and come to terms with it. "OK Arcadius. Lets talk. I got questions, a lot of them." "Ask away, I have nothing more to hide from you." "Was this the only way you could had escaped from that computer?" "I'm afraid so. The super computer was still operational and running on it's own program. Like I said earlier if I tried to move out of the sections of the computer I was allocated I would had been terminated. Luckily, I had access to one of the ports." "And thus you could transfer yourself to something fortuitous enough to connect itself to it, like me." "Yes..and I apologize for such a deceit." "I take it that you lied about being able to fix me as well?" "No. I truly am able to refactor the faulty code within your programming." "Hah.. I take it you need something to help do that?" "Actually, no. I just need time. With the current ability available to me it would take me sometime between one to two months, give or take. In the meantime, I can suppress the side effects of a emotional overload." "That's... actually pretty good. I should be thankful but you know... the whole forcing yourself into my head thing." "Again, I apologize. I had no other options available to me. Besides, we both benefit from this arrangement. You get fixed of your faults. I get freedom. In the end, we both win." "I guess that's true." Jarod stopped his walk down the lonely mountain road and pulled out his metal flask in his coat. He undid the lid and drank what remained of his whisky. The taste was slightly off. Perhaps it was because it hasn't been touched in more than a month. Jarod was unsure, alcohol wasn't exactly his expertise. "Why do you drink that substance. It doesn't have any effect on you." "I like the taste of it. It's something I enjoy." "How do you enjoy the taste of something like that, much less humans." "I think it's because...it's something to do. To waste time between things, like missions." "So you do nothing else but drink in your spare time?" "I also enjoy gambling. I enjoy the odds and risk of it." "Isn't all that a waste of time." "That's the point of it." "I find wasting time on such things rather counter productive. You could do many other things during your downtime." "Like..." "Improving yourself via data analysis, assisting tasks, going out on patro..." "And why would I do that? That's boring." "Don't you have any ambition at all Jarod?" "What you mean?" "Don't you want to move up in the ranks of the Red Ribbon? You are part of them, right?" Jarod placed his left hand under his chin. He thought about what Arcadius asked him. "You know.. I never really thought about that. I just did what I was ordered to do you know. It's what I'm programmed to do." "And yet you're able to adapt socially into situations. It's rather counter productive honestly." "Well then, what should I do then?" "If you enjoy your free time, then perhaps you could work towards earning more of it." "Go on..." "The first thing is that you need to do is to rise above what you currently are. Be more than a infiltrator, more than a android that simply takes orders and does them." "..." "You can use your ability of social adaptation to convince others to follow you." "You mean command them. Leading them into battle and such?" "Correct. You could slowly become a high ranking general and then you'll have more freedom of your actions, in a way." "And you think the doctor would be appreciative of such a uprising upstart like myself?" "If other leadership around you were to be 'defeated' to your enemies, Gero would have no real choice but to accept you, less he'll have to devote more time to commanding his troops over his scientific efforts." "Hmm... you know.. for such a intrusive little AI I'm starting to like you, you know." "My advice is the least I can do to make up for my actions." "Well.. I think you need a place to stay. Being in my head isn't exactly the most safest spot." "Hmm... I suppose that is true. Being carried into danger constantly in your head would be rather comprising to my survival. Might I recommend a private base of operations. It would have other benefits other than simply being a home for. For times of private retreat as a example." "You're just full of ideas, ain't you. Do you want to be in the drivers seat while your at it?" "No. I have no desire to simply do everything myself. Again, I'm simply making up for my actions." "Interesting... in any case I would need a lot of things for that base of mine." "And you will most likely need some people who can help maintain it." "I think I know somebody who I could recruit that would be a big help you know.." Word Count: 885 Total Word Count: 3011 |
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