(Interactive Comic) Beep Boop I Hear Voices!

[ScreenAcne]

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Red. This is definitely not EARTH 5, your original planet. At least, you think. You can't remember much besides your first day out of the factory. You look up at the sky, hoping to find something to suggest your location but alas. Only a moon. A distant RUIN sits in the shadows far away, lights flickering from its crippled windows. TRASH that litters in piles from metal to devices, parts, food and..feces, you assume without further inspection. You struggle to fully identify everything around you. What does a ROBOT without a MASTER do, how can such a thing be so. Robots don't think INDEPENDENTLY, they never wanted to. After all, why think.

All this thinking is unnerving your nerveless metal frame. First of all, all you have to do is remember, what was your NAME?

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rules

You may suggest the robot to do any action. The robot has its own filter and personality, this means some things it won't do. You will, however still have a large influence on him. If you are DELETED. Don't worry. Your AI will just be randomly regenerated, you aren't denied making more commands

Reply as a normal comment in the thread. I will draw the comic.

Commands: are a standard action the robot can do or interact with EG: pick up the rock.
or
Contemplate your existence.
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Dance!
ectr

Note: the more people posting commands the better guys.

[wisteria]

The robot's name is... Slim Shady.

The robot proceeds to spit some pretty dope lines, hoping that maybe some bigshot galactic recording company will notice him and sign him off on a record deal. And some aliens do notice him...

Oops! Can't control the world around the robot. My bad!

[Sentel]

Your name is H34D Bucket. Or rather your manufacturer issued serial number and model. But that's practically the same as a name for a robot innit?

[Polymorpheus]

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[Mae]

You're basically the best thing since sliced bread, ScreenAcne.

I second Slim Shady.

Also, identify the corpses?/look of people/look around before moving to the ruin.

[ScreenAcne]

@Rockatiel #AI 03 01 "The robot's name is... Slim Shady.

The robot proceeds to spit some pretty dope lines, hoping that maybe some bigshot galactic recording company will notice him and sign him"

@Sentel #AI 03 02 "Your name is H34D Bucket. Or rather your manufacturer issued serial number and model. But that's practically the same as a name for a robot innit?"

@catchamber #AI 03 03 "The robot doesn't have a name.

The robot begins to move towards the ruin."

@Mae #AI 03 04 "I second Slim Shady.

Also, identify the corpses?/look of people/look around before moving to the ruin."



Of course. After a such detailed deliberation of data and dictations from the various devices that seem to sporadically come to your aid at this clear time of confusion and cluttered senses. It takes little thought or run time on your part to commit the most logical and natural thing to do in response to all this rather swift and helpful direct input from the inner workings of the engima that is your mind.

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You PANIC!

What are these voices. Have you contracted some sort of space madness, some sort of robotic senility. Did you obtain a bad taste in music and now this is some sort of infernal feedback loop of lyrics rummaging from the gullet of your gouged out Archive Memories that you have lost contact with. No, wait. you remember. You don't have to think, these AI's do the thinking for you. After all, you are a Populist Program: every single second a large part of your CPU is producing new, smaller, simpler but highly sophisticated AI's with their own personality to relieve you of the terror of indecent thinking processes.

Whew. Crisis averted.

You simply don't think enough to be crazy. You, uh. think. Wait, You decide to not go down this road before you can't turn back.

At an impasse, you decide to play it fair and pick all the names: YOUR NAME IS NOW: SLIM H34D

NAME OBTAINED!

But after all that excitement. You need to do something to calm down before you proceed. What does a robot even do to sooth their volts after a SHOCK, like that?

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[Sentel]

Sing a song to yourself, it ought to make you feel better.
Meanwhile check out those trash heaps around you, you might find useful data.

[wisteria]

Meditate! That helps too! Lay on the ground and stare at the cosmos and allow your thoughts to settle!

[Mae]

Imagine what it would be like to have a family that loves you if you weren't a lifeless mechanical shell for the wanton use of mankind.

Then do some spelunking in that RUIN.

[Lady Selune]

I second singing a bit; always helps me!

Then check out that Ruin. Maybe there's loot! Why a robot on a strange moon would need loot, I don't know, but I'm the kleptomaniac part of you, so hey!

[ArenaSnow]

>TOUCH GYROS

[ScreenAcne]

#AI 03 02 "Sing a song to yourself, it ought to make you feel better.
Meanwhile check out those trash heaps around you, you might find useful data."

#AI 03 05 "I second singing a bit; always helps me!

Then check out that Ruin. Maybe there's loot! Why a robot on a strange moon would need loot, I don't know, but I'm the kleptomaniac part of you, so hey!"

You decide that singing would perhaps be the best way to cope with your problems, after all if it got many humanoids famous then it can't possibly be that obstructive. You browse the audio files within your data banks but find that every theme, song or random slice of gibberish that could be considered at least a progressive, new way of music has been copy righted and apparently robots are not allowed to sing said material.

You briefly wonder how much of your computing power must be pushed into the task of constantly updating your list of learned materials legalize restrictions before simply resigning that you will never be able to sing the classical number: Alien Anus Adventure by the Big Toe Crew

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You feel dejected, and by feel dejected I mean your processor momentarily makes you simulate an emotion that could be consider dejection for a robot with no sense of touch or nervous system outside of basic pressure sensors located in his limb systems. You finally decide that being barred the creativity of others you attempt some of your own.

You initiate a brazen dancer under the moon with flailing arms and legs in every direction that you can possibly bend them. Flinging yourself about in the glisten of the celestial light, acting like an Indian who suddenly had a panic attack on shrooms as he attempts a rain dance in shock. Since you can't play music from your voice box you force your wonky word processor to screech out sounds like metal having a sinful relationship with chalk on the bed of a board.

"Oooooh....."



By the 500 star nation, your song appears to have attracted a person...you think. It could be a person, could be anything. It could be an alien, human like robot. A puppet with tomato sauce next to it. Your human recognition software is scrambled, this is supposedly a intentional fault in your program since humans didn't like robots being able to "read them"

Of course. Thanks to that moronic! ERROR: NEGATIVE THOUGHT PROCESS TO MANUFACTURER DETECTED. ENACTING PRIME RULE 6: Absolutely fantastic design philosophy and customer concern that your artisans from Marvelous Man Mechanicals (dot) ltd you can't properly assess, normally. What this...or who...it is.

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[Mae]

Think happy thoughts ones and zeroes.

Check for life? in this creature.

Check for a wallet.

Maybe take the wallet, but nicely.

[ScreenAcne]

Bump: if you are reading the comic so far and enjoy it. Please post a command. The more commands the better guys.

Also. I will not be using the mention tool in AI tags because it makes the code look bad. I'm going to start posting them under the page in a hider.

[wisteria]

Say hello to the creature!

Tell them your name (try and spit out a good rap while you're introducing yourself).

Shake their hand with a good firm grip.

Ask them what they're doing here!

[Sentel]

I second the motion to nicely take its wallet. It might not allow you to identify it visually but surely any documents would allow you to discern its species at the very least. That is vital to applying first aid. Oh, also ask it if it needs first aid. Nicely.

[Graviloquence]

Approach the creature and ask it what it is, and if it needs help. And if it does have a wallet taking it does seem to be a good course of action, as other commenters have previously mentioned.

[ScreenAcne]

#AI 03 02 "I second the motion to nicely take its wallet. It might not allow you to identify it visually but surely any documents would allow you to discern its species at the very least. That is vital to applying first aid. Oh, also ask it if it needs first aid. Nicely."



You shuffle through the precarious persona various orifice and openings, coming across a plethora of widgets and a keyring with a small sign that says "Females dig it because these are my digits" which despite your programming strong insistence that you don't potentially rob from a possible human caves in from whatever malfunctioning part of your code that makes you feel a fake sense of avarice.

You finally find a wallet, in it is a 1000 credit on its card. A picture of an salivating slime ball with a love heart plastered on it and a card of some sort depicting a Tenticaltoid.

You question as to why this enigma would have such a card, perhaps your code is failing and merely thinks it is human. Maybe it's a thief, maybe he is actually a trans-species post operation. Maybe this isn't his wallet at all and someone placed it there. So many questions. So little answers.

YOU GAINED: 1000 credits.

An identity card.

A loving pictogram of a sweet, drooling slime ball.

A nifty keychain.

You're not suppose to take items from potential living beings but a quick debate from the ambiguity center of your brain on moral issues has a long argument that is more a shouting match in numbers than it is a philosophical debate from things imitating a conscience. Finally a big fat: 45% of potential core moral conduct break is shown.

Yes! Greed provided by the slim arbitrary prediction that it might not be technically the immorality that we suspect from a highly possibly bias algorithm!

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You peruse the body for any sign of damage that you can find but besides from the vague notion of blood on its back you have no way of telling what this creature is. You consider applying first aid but your GIANT CLAMP like hands do nothing but press harshly against his tender flesh.

It doesn't react.

You sooth him with a whispering explanation of his possible fate with max volume in his ear, just in case he is hard of hearing.

"HELLO POSSIBLE HUMANOID. YOU ARE IN POSSIBLE STATE OF DEATH. IF YOU ARE DYING, PLEASE INFORM ME"

He doesn't react. You don't know what is worse, that fact that you have woken up in the trash with no recollection to any possible memories of personality that you may of had or the fact that you are clumsily molesting this man with a screeching vocal system and cold steel limbs while he could be dying gives you a strong suspicion as to why you may of woken up in the trash without owner or knowledge.

AWAITING INPUT: _ _______

Tags

@Sentel@Graviloquence@Rockatiel@Mae

[Utrax]

Throw the body into the atmosphere for a proper burial!

Investigate that purple object looming in the background!

[wisteria]

Lol, I just love the way you drew the robot and how you're narrating all this. It's hilarious and cool yet adorable.

So I guess the guy can't speak right now or maybe Slim H34D wouldn't understand him... Stay with him a few more minutes-- inspect the wound. Can you tell if it's deep? Maybe there's a first AID kit lying around all this junk. It's kind of a long shot, but you have a while to explore, but not enough time to save this person's life. That's why I say try to patch him up with whatever you have first. If he dies in the process, or lives and needs to rest, then you could go and explore the rest of your surroundings.