[center][h1][color=FF4500]Seven[/color][/h1][hider][img]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TbV-nH5fVE/UT9HurOyFYI/AAAAAAAALIg/A_nivO6fsmo/s1600/prototype.jpg[/img][/hider] [b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Powerbound Academy - Auditorium [b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: Natalya Ivanov, Seong Jin Park, Light Smith [sub]([@Chickn], [@Kyrisse], [@Archmage MC])[/sub] [/center] [hr] Seven stood with a mechanical patience as it waited for the woman's response. She giggled, a peculiar sound akin to bells in the wind, and, not know the proper protocol in this circumstance, Seven mimicked her response and her body language. The Synthetic's laugh was an odd combination of [b][i]*whirrs*[/i][/b] and [b][i]*beeps*[/i][/b], but the A.I. hoped it would allow for further social cohesion between the two. From Seven's brief observations, there were very few of Powerbound Academy's students that deviated as far from the organic norm as it and this female did. Seven had its metal body and mechanical mind, but this woman had traits that perhaps separated her even further from the student body than the synthetic soldier. Her arms, large, spiraling masses of purple flesh, Seven made sure to make note of this human's unique meta-attribute. This organic, despite bearing the majority of qualities that would indicate her belonging to the species [i]homo sapien[/i], bore certain characteristics of an aquatic nature. Seven's processors were cycling through the potential applications having such appendages would yield, and would have have asked at length if not for the return of a certain, agitated female's voice; cutting through its data streams like a knife through flesh. [color=silver]"Thingy. Why don't you let this organic deal with one idiot at a time? This organic has no patience for idiots."[/color] Seven was...unsure of the unpleasant female's response. It had directed no speech towards her, and, as it was to the robot's understanding of human conversational norms, had merited no reply. Seven wondered if she was attempting to elicit an emotional response from the unit. If so, the organic had a severe lack of understanding regarding the A.I.'s current capabilities regarding simulation of biological responses. Perhaps this was the reason the female wished to incite anger against educators? She lacked an education, and as such decided it was the educators fault for her failings? Regardless, Seven's original hypothesis regarding humans had gathered further evidence for its claim: organics indeed had a strange way about them. [color=92278f]"Poor girl; I think she just wanted to make friends. Doesn't look like it's working out so well, does it?"[/color] Seven registered the cephalopod female's words, but something about her voice felt familiar to the Artificial Intelligence. Some half-formed file from the android's memory banks rose to the surface, reminding it of time long past. It responded immediately, but in a language it hadn't voiced in over forty years. [color=FF4500]""[/color] Seven replied, it characteristic electronic tone sounding strange tinged with Russian. The unit was unsure if the woman next to him even understood the foreign tongue, but a small, hidden part of Seven hoped that someone else could relate to being far from their origin of manufacturing. The synthetic turned its attention back to the headmaster, the staff having diffused the situation with the troublemaker. Seven made notes regarding Udina's responses to questions, updated its files regarding the schools rules and their following consequences, and considered which of the on-campus clubs would be an asset to its integration in organic society. With the orientation concluded, Seven turned back to its aquatic acquaintance as she spoke to the synthetic. [color=92278f]"Well, looks like it's time to show the world just how weird we really are! Sounds like a blast. Would you care to join me... Robot guy? I'm sorry, but I don't know your name. You can call me 'Octopus lady' if you want. Or, 'The Kraken'. That's what the scared little children called me when they found me curled up under the bridge."[/color] Seven's optics narrowed in confusion as it processed 'The Kraken's words, then opened wide with recognition. Realizing her statement was intended to be taken as a joke, and the android acknowledged that fact with its mechanical laughter. [color=FF4500]"That was a joke, yes?"[/color] Seven asked hopefully, wishing that it better understood the social aspect of organic interaction. [color=FF4500]"I was never assigned a 'name' by my manufacturers, but the engineers who recovered me often refered to me as 'Sev', 'Seven', or 'Soldier Seven' depending on if there was a Powerbound Official nearby. Will that satisfy?"[/color] Seven paused for a moment, head lowering as it connected to the internet via its internal cellphone and searched for the commonality of the name 'Kraken'. Upon the results of its search, Seven raised its head again towards 'The Kraken'. [color=FF4500]""[/color] The android asked cautiously, using their common language in order to ensure the privacy of their conversation. Seven would wait until she responded before addressing anyone else. [color=lightblue]"Hello! You're a robot? That's so cool!"[/color] Seven's head snapped up towards the sound that broke their conversation. Mimicking the new female's excited wave, the Artificial Intelligence studied this stranger with curiosity. Her form was unlike that of other organics, seeming foreign, almost animated in comparison with the rest of the crowd. Interaction with her would require further study, but something about this woman set Seven's processors spinning. [color=FF4500]"I am indeed a synthetic, and my designation is Seven. However, you are mistaken in your other claim. My chassis is currently room temperature, not 'cool' or 'cold' in any degree. I actually suffer from an overheating issue at times, but I am currently researching methods of repairing that error."[/color] Seven replied flatly, still unsure of this newcomer. The further the robot analyzed the creature, the closer it came to the conclusion that something was amiss about her existence. [color=red]"Hey."[/color] A simple word turned Seven's head in the direction of a second newcomer. The synthetic wondered why these organics chose now to interact with it, instead of prior times? Perhaps the fact that the number of units obviously interacting with interacting encouraged others to engage in social activity? A type of collective behavior? Regardless, Seven put his questions aside, turning to the second stranger and shifting its body language in an attempts to match his. [color=FF4500]"Greetings. The designation I have been assigned is 'Seven', what is yours? It appears we are forming a squadron before moving to the gymnasium, is it your intent to join?"[/color] Seven asked, curiosity infecting its synthesized voice. It had not been operational long, but from what Seven had on file from its combat training, there was a certain strength in numbers. Thus, there was a logic to gathering allies quickly before the school year started. It looked over this new stranger, wondering if his functionality would be an asset to the android's own growth, and noticed the ornate metal object latched to his face. [color=FF4500]"I have a second query: is that metal object on your face synthetic in origin? I have not seen many many mechanically augmented humans in my operation time."[/color] The crowd around them began to thin as more and more students began to filter into the gym. There were a few others remaining in the auditorium for a minute, apparently doing the same thing that Seven and its new acquaintances were as well. The synthetic looked at the motley crew of metas that had gathered into their rapidly forming group, and decided that this unit would worth incorporating itself into. These organics were far more interesting than any it had encountered yet, and the A.I. was slowly allowing preferences to them. Turning back to the metas around it, Seven [i][b]*whirred*[/b][/i] its vocal modulators in order to gain their attention. [color=FF4500]"This unit seems cohesive, but it would prove beneficial for all if we better understood each other's functionalities and directives. Should we relocate to the gymnasium, and, as was stated, 'show how weird we are' to our fellow students?"[/color] Seven offered, attempting to move the group so it could gather more information on these organics. Data-collecting was a long process, and out of the organics the synthetic had seen, this group seemed far better to spend its time with, unlike irregularities like the agitated female.