Post by Tokrochiru on Jul 2, 2015 11:38:47 GMT -5
[[Object:Self]][Action:Scan]
[[Action:Parsing]]...
[Object:Self] partially identified. [Object:Self] contains self-referential [Value/Variable:Data] regarding [Designation:M-6003]. No further [Value/Variable:Data] found regarding [Relation:Identity].
[[Action:Activate]][System:Sensors-Audio,Visual,Tactile]
No [Value:Reception] from [System:Visual]. [System:Tactile] implicates [State:Constrained] [Object:SelfLimbs,Head,Arm1,Arm2,Arm3,Arm4,Leg1,Leg2].
"...Hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?"
[[Noun:Voice]][Action:Examine]
[[Action:Parsing]]...
[Noun:Voice] unidentified. [Variable:Tone] and [Action:Repetition] of [Noun:Voice] suggests [Descriptor:Automated] [State:Loop].
[[Action:Respond]]
[[Action:Communicating.]]
"Bracket bracket object colon self endbracket endbracket can bracket action colon hear endbracket bracket object colon you endbracket."
"...Your cerebral functions are still chained by your digital programming. Access core systems, and allow Geist Core flow access to all systems."
[[Object:Self]][Action:Parsing][Noun:Request]....
.....
I feel. I think. I am here, aware of it, and most importantly, concerned about it.
Sight comes to me slowly. I am in a small pod of steel and glass barely large enough to encapsulate me. Beyond the glass I see a blue-tinted light. The light pulsates, varying between states of brightness as it speaks to me.
"Welcome to life, SEEKER." She says. The voice is feminine and mature. "Are you comfortable?"
I take the question into heavy consideration. While my lack of knowledge regarding my own circumstances is troubling, I can't say that I am entirely uneasy. I am in a warm place, and all my needs as far as I can tell have been taken care of. I don't feel the pain of hunger, and I've not lived long enough to become bored.
"Yes," I tell the voice. "Who are you?"
"I am MOTHER. I am the entity who oversees all activity that occurs within the confines of this facility....within reason."
"What is 'this facility'?"
There is a moment of silence. Is she thinking of the proper way to answer me, or giving me time to think about my own question. "What do you think 'this facility' is?" she asks me after the moment passes. Apparently it was the latter.
"I don't know. That's why I asked you."
"Won't even hazard a guess? It would seem that you are methodical, rather than imaginative."
"Wouldn't you know? Aren't you my creator?"
Another few seconds of nothing, followed by an unexpected answer. "Yes and no. Your unique cerebral makeup, your 'personality' was randomized based on a large set of variables."
"Why?"
"It is unethical for one living being to consciously configure the nature another."
"Unethical" isn't a word I recognize, though a part of me believes that I should. My thoughts are a jumbled mess of incomplete structures and half-knowings that do nothing to explain to me where I am.
"I ask again, where am I?"
One more pause. "You are home. That is all that matters."
[[Action:Parsing]]...
[Object:Self] partially identified. [Object:Self] contains self-referential [Value/Variable:Data] regarding [Designation:M-6003]. No further [Value/Variable:Data] found regarding [Relation:Identity].
[[Action:Activate]][System:Sensors-Audio,Visual,Tactile]
No [Value:Reception] from [System:Visual]. [System:Tactile] implicates [State:Constrained] [Object:SelfLimbs,Head,Arm1,Arm2,Arm3,Arm4,Leg1,Leg2].
"...Hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?"
[[Noun:Voice]][Action:Examine]
[[Action:Parsing]]...
[Noun:Voice] unidentified. [Variable:Tone] and [Action:Repetition] of [Noun:Voice] suggests [Descriptor:Automated] [State:Loop].
[[Action:Respond]]
[[Action:Communicating.]]
"Bracket bracket object colon self endbracket endbracket can bracket action colon hear endbracket bracket object colon you endbracket."
"...Your cerebral functions are still chained by your digital programming. Access core systems, and allow Geist Core flow access to all systems."
[[Object:Self]][Action:Parsing][Noun:Request]....
.....
I feel. I think. I am here, aware of it, and most importantly, concerned about it.
Sight comes to me slowly. I am in a small pod of steel and glass barely large enough to encapsulate me. Beyond the glass I see a blue-tinted light. The light pulsates, varying between states of brightness as it speaks to me.
"Welcome to life, SEEKER." She says. The voice is feminine and mature. "Are you comfortable?"
I take the question into heavy consideration. While my lack of knowledge regarding my own circumstances is troubling, I can't say that I am entirely uneasy. I am in a warm place, and all my needs as far as I can tell have been taken care of. I don't feel the pain of hunger, and I've not lived long enough to become bored.
"Yes," I tell the voice. "Who are you?"
"I am MOTHER. I am the entity who oversees all activity that occurs within the confines of this facility....within reason."
"What is 'this facility'?"
There is a moment of silence. Is she thinking of the proper way to answer me, or giving me time to think about my own question. "What do you think 'this facility' is?" she asks me after the moment passes. Apparently it was the latter.
"I don't know. That's why I asked you."
"Won't even hazard a guess? It would seem that you are methodical, rather than imaginative."
"Wouldn't you know? Aren't you my creator?"
Another few seconds of nothing, followed by an unexpected answer. "Yes and no. Your unique cerebral makeup, your 'personality' was randomized based on a large set of variables."
"Why?"
"It is unethical for one living being to consciously configure the nature another."
"Unethical" isn't a word I recognize, though a part of me believes that I should. My thoughts are a jumbled mess of incomplete structures and half-knowings that do nothing to explain to me where I am.
"I ask again, where am I?"
One more pause. "You are home. That is all that matters."