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[color=92278f][hr][/color][h2][b][color=92278f]ALYA [/color]'NEZ' [color=92278f]NUNEZ[/color][/b][/h2]
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[hr][b][color=92278f]Location:[/color] [/b]Queen of Hearts bar [b][color=92278f]Conversing with:[/color] [/b]Effie [@ineffably], Ardella [@Lyla], Kaïte [@Lumiere][hr]
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[color=#00868B][b]"Nez if you don't mind I would love to hear from you as well."[/b][/color] Alya looked up at Effie’s ‘request’. She nodded, although her movement being a little stiff. She had absolutely no problem answering any question Effie had. In fact, she kinda liked it. Effie was genuinely interested in the workings of her - and other android’s - minds. Maybe it was because she herself was partly synthetic, but she doubted it. Effie was a kind woman and nothing like the general scum which asked inappropriate questions because they’re curious. Besides, it was for an essay, how could she say no? She wouldn’t consider Effie a great friend - she didn’t know her all too well, although she did know Alya was an android so she knew the one thing she generally leaves out in conversations -, but she wouldn’t let Effie down when it was important. And if she [i]had[/i] to talk to someone about it, she was glad it was Effie that asked her. Even more so because Effie always asked nicely and kept saying that if any question was either too personal or troublesome, she was [color=#00868B]‘free to pass or remain silent’[/color] quoting Effie in her words. 


Alya looked briefly at the waitress again, wondering who would speak first. Her eyes darted off briefly to Kaïte, who had looked at her somewhat strangely. It was no one’s fault, and she wasn’t going to blame Effie, but secretly she hoped Effie had remained quiet about Alya’s nature. Alya previous statement was busted, unless Kaïte somehow didn’t understand what Effie was saying, but he would know soon enough if she answered Effie’s questions.[color=92278f] [b]"I’m not exactly human."[/b][/color] She said, turning her attention to the humanoid. It wasn’t a lie, but not the complete truth either. Luckily, the waitress diverted any attention Kaïte had on her when his food was set down on the table. 
When the waitress began speaking, Alya listened closely. What she had been afraid to ask in fear of sounding insensitive and rude, Effie had asked in enthusiasm. Her answer sounded like a rehearsed speech, the perfect combination of words to sound professional and thoughtfully. It was straight to the point. Alya briefly wondered if that too was due to programming. Adding various personalities to speech and dialogue would probably be expensive, and hard, unless the waitress was truly sentient. She hoped the waitress was. Heck, she hoped she herself was truly sentient. She didn’t think about it too much, but there were times she wondered if she was coded to feel truly sentient, or was in fact, truly sentient. It didn’t matter since she believed the latter, but encounters with other androids made her relive those thoughts. 


[b][color=92278f]"I am connected to servers."[/color][/b] said Alya when the waitress was done talking. [color=92278f][b]"Just not always. If I’m not, I only carry a limited amount of information, memories, with me. Just what is necessary. Going back to your question on knowledge, I do learn, but it’s mostly through downloads and updated code. Why bother trying to find out how to fix a computer if you can just download the information? Of course I also learn things through algorithms which are running in the background."[/b][/color] It was strange, admitting that she wouldn’t bother with finding out how things worked herself. Mostly because she didn’t always wanted to be seen as an android, but as a human. For someone to say that they don’t act like humans do, could be considered weird. Still, in Alya’s mind it made sense. That she didn’t want to be seen as an android by others, didn’t mean she didn’t accept that she was an android herself. She fully accepted it. She loved learning things by downloading them, by scanning the environment, all that stuff. Loved winning games of chess by calculating the best moves to win. That was her fun. Not learning by experience, but using what she knew to do the things she loved. [color=92278f][b]"Basically my subconscious"[/b][/color] She added. [color=92278f][b]"I wouldn’t even know what’s going on there, hidden away filed which I may never reach… Doesn’t mean I can’t experience things, just that I don’t learn much [i]through[/i] experience itself. I learn things by downloads and code, and use them in a situation where it is needed. If I make a mistake, I will review what I did wrong, and learn better. Which is experience actually… In a way. Look, it’s complicated. Experience is a word that can be interpreted a million different ways - actually a set of 5 if you classify every one of them by the- anyways, getting of track here. Experience may not mean the same thing for you, as it means for me, basically. What I can tell you, is that I need to either delete information or update my memory banks if I want to store everything. [i]You[/i] forget things, make place in your mind for other things. I can remember everything if I want to, but no one has that many storage and ‘RAM’ available. At least no one I know of. That means saving the important stuff, and deleting the stuff that is meaningless. Say for example, what color the booth is we are sitting on." [/b][/color]