[code] Directive State User Interface: — Protect MRS Property "MRS Property":: "Anything produced, purchased, or used by MRS. This includes you. Exclude JUNK flag.":: Definition by MRSA10ProjLead05 Priority Order:: "A10-2022" "XDFSU1" "Generalized MRS Property" — Harvest DERELICT Metals MRSA10ProjLead13 note:: "Do not directly interface with the artifact if you can avoid it. High risk activity." — "Make a show for Origin.":: Unclear, please clarify directive.::"It will make sense.":: Definition by [Deleted_User_Data] 2022A note:: Have I been tampered with? Report to MRSA10ProjLead13 upon completion of “Harvest DERELICT Metals” assignment. — Regular Report Behavior ConditionalStateModification by 2022A:: "Breach report behavior where efficiency dictates.":: Modification Approved by [Deleted_User_Data] — Establish Biologically Friendly Operation Center "Biologically Friendly":: "Fitting for cold-fusion conditions.":: Definition by MRSA10ProjLead05 "Operation Center":: "Safe-zone on the artifact. Stable environment for human operations.":: Definition by MRS10ProjLead05 MRSA10ProjLead13 note:: "MRSA10ProjLead05 says that you will ask if you need a term defined. Please feel free to. Ask A915AF and A916AA, and any UNDEFINEDUSER(s) that have verifiable ORIGIN or MRS tags associated. Verify these tags independently if possible." Directive Updates... 5%... 10%... 15%... 20%... 25%... 30%... 50%... 80%... 100%... Directive Updates: — “Rendezvous with ORIGIN tagged MOS Presence”:: “MOS = Maasym Orbital Station”:: Definition by OGFriend01, MRSA10ProjLead13 TAG Updates: ORIGIN:: Friendly MOSHUM:: AlertState MAASYMENTITY:: ViolentState:: SecondaryDefaultTAG UNKNOWN:: QuearyState:: DefaultTAG [/code] A10-2022A stood at its post, watching data come in regarding pathing conditions. BH5 was preparing to slow to a complete halt and perform a full boot up of all of the androids on-board after dropping out of jump-speed. This was, for a plethora of reasons, not the best way to go about things. 2022A interrupted all systems momentarily and directed BH5 to follow instruction, which it did. When the vessel shook, and dropped into sub-light speeds it hurtled for a long moment towards the gleaming red demon that was Maasym. It slowed steadily. A9-15AF ran the calculations to enter orbit, and took the helm. A9-16AA stepped away from its console and followed A10 as it stepped away from the primary controls and walked down a ramp, which lead eventually to the storage facility of the refinery. The fifteen B7 android bodies that made up 17094CL were partially sealed into the satellite, enabling them to breathe before launching as necessary. They remained offline, though 17094CL's primary computer built into the satellite had activated when the satellite entered the solar system. A10 took note of the condition of the various machines. It was running basic diagnostics on the top level, and thinking quietly to itself as it did so. [code]> Efficiency would increase “violently” if all other units of the 2022 branch were present.[/code] That was itself a rather complex thought for the thing. It was not happy with the conditions of the mission or the parameters it had been given. What was it to do when one of the A9 machines ultimately chose a violent solution, or made conflict with their authority? Neither of their personality prints accounted for such a concern, however, and so A10 dismissed the anxiety regarding its companions as an artifact of its personality print. Concern where none needs to be found, was perhaps, where its desire for efficiency was so substantial. Ten seconds passed before A9 announced loudly on the satellite's intercom that they were in range to directly connect to the network of the Maasym Orbital Station. They were also in range of the three Origin battle cruisers. "Announce the arrival of an MRS unmanned satellite to the battle cruisers. Contact the nearest." A9-15AF refused to communicate over the network. Demanded verbal communications. The express exchange had occurred during the loading process, which the three A Numerical series androids had overseen together. A10 recalled the exchange rather spitefully, having tagged the relevant recordings for deletion during the next software-update. 15AF was concerned, of course, about corporate espionage. The loss of efficiency was considered a fair exchange. "Contact established." "Send to display 13." A small communications log opened, recording audio, before two additional displays appeared. Some Origin communications officer with tired eyes and a slack jaw began to speak. Introductions. A10 deleted the information as quickly as it came in. It spoke, and took note that its safety paint pattern had a scratch adjacent to its eye. "Hello! I am a Mars Robotics and Security representative. I have been instructed to request that our operations in the exploitation shaft be carefully observed and measured. Have a good afternoon!" A10 waited for a response, and received a similarly worthless series of terms, before nodding. "Have a good day!" The communications channel closed. 15AF spoke loudly. “Have a good day! Aaaaaa-HAH. How sarcastic!” A10 was not speaking sarcastically when it had delivered the line. That was the default statement assigned to leaving a conversation. 15AF’s confusion was registered as a flaw in its behavioral pattern and sent to the out-bound mission status logs as quickly as A10 could realize the interaction had occurred. This was not an action taken out of spite, but A10 was annoyed. The A9 models were both functional soldiers but far too talkative, and any authority it had over their personality prints had been overridden by one of the MRSA10 project leads. They wanted A10 to be bounded by other MRS properties. They were his council, and as such could overrule him and end the mission prematurely if they judged an action to be out of line with their behavioral defaults. It was not difficult to avoid agitating either of the A9s in a vote, however. One defaulted to extreme caution and the other to ultra violence. Rarely did they call for a vote. During the training period, 16AA had demanded an unidentified biological in the testing environment killed, and it had been outvoted by A10 and 15AF. A10 frequently recalled 16AA’s demands for violence with disapproval. Violence against a biological that was not inflicting its own violence was inefficient. A10 frequently recalled 15AF’s demands for safety with disapproval. Risks must be taken to achieve higher efficiency levels over time. The mechanical crew docked an hour later at the MOS, remaining silent the entire time. Without a human onboard attempting to make conversation they rarely spoke to each other. The A9s were happy to chatter whenever they felt their opinion was needed, and A10 was happy to deliver orders as per 15AF’s request for verbal direction, but they had explicitly decided during the first year of their training together that maintaining humanoid speech tags against each other would result in useless banter between them. In that vote A10 had called for the removal of banter tags between the three models, while 15AF had moved to maintain them to create the illusion of sentience. 16AA indicated that its intention was to vote alongside A10 because it was inclined, as it stated, to obey more capable authorities. Each crevice and rock on the station was memorized and backed-up in the BH5’s environmental memory, and uploaded into the A-models. That was the key benefit, MRS had decided, of a mechanical crew. The BH5 satellite could operate with zero crew, and so its complex environmental sensors were compatible with other androids. The seals engaged, and the ship looked to be several wasp-nest combs jutting out from the MOS station. When the crew stepped out, the three A-models, they knew roughly where they were going. They were searching for ORIGIN-tagged humans on this “Mos” station. The A9s were boringly grey, and A10 was a rather bright work-site paintjob. As they approached customs they presented several documents, indicating they were property of MRS. It was a curious process for the customs agents. “I don’t think we’ve had to handle just three androids before.” “Hell no but the kids are gonna love hearing about this if their whore of a mother hasn’t beaten them to tears by the time I get home.” “Sam, why does every conversation go back to your shitty home life?” “What else am I supposed to talk about? We have procedures for property arriving and they met the standards for arriving as property.” “They’re [i]robots[/i] Sam. Smile for once in your life.” Sam did not smile. A10 would have, had he a face, however. They had passed through customs at a higher than average speed, based on previous expectations as established with the mission briefing that had arrived as they entered the system. [code]> Ahead of schedule. Update minimum efficiency score accordingly.[/code] The three mechanical men walked through the altogether dim space station carefully, in a well-considered walking order. A9-15AF took up the front and exercised his caution, with the A10 model in the middle of the single file line and A9-16AA at the back. They were a bleak oddity. They caught eyes. A man with a broad face, tagged HUMAN, UNKNOWN, attempted to speak to them. They marched on with no regard for the individual. That individual gave way to a small crowd of disgruntled private contractors. A10’s hand caught the automatic plexiglass door before it closed, and the three androids waited for the crowd to pass. They received stares and side-eyes that they could not interpret from within the halls that they held no opinion of. A9-16AA exposed his cold-fusion core for the door sensor, which opened with the detection of the low warmth. A10 and A9-15AF entered and took note of the room while 16AA followed behind and closed his own stomach cavity. Three cyclopes machines moved to the side of the doorway, staring boldly at the soldier, the lab-coat draped man, and the remaining independent contractors. A10’s coordinates were within acceptable distance to mark off the rendezvous condition of their new directive. “He—” began the machine with the 15AF number painted in white on his chest panel and on the side of its boxy head. It stopped when the yellow and white machine raised its right hand. “Hello. We are MRS property to be supplied to the, quoted from mission parameters, ‘ORIGIN tagged Mos presence.’” The yellow and white machine. “My [i]name[/i],” it said the word with what sounded like disdain as its voice buzzed black, “is A10-2022A.” It buzzed, and cracked out three short bursts of audio that the two A9 androids responded in kind to. “These other androids are my inferiors and are not suitable for reception of command. A10-2022A is best suited for reception of command. Please indicate names for tagging purposes.” [code]> Will the soldier respond or the other unnamed individual? They will not respond in the most efficient manner. > A9-15AF > Please communicate using open channels as agreed! > A9-15AF has been locked out of personal_record.log, A9-16AA has been locked out of personal_record.log, A10-2022A has been made ADMIN of personal_record.log > Distractions have been removed from the personal_record that is to be kept as stated by MRS_StandardPractices. [/code] “Please, those of ORIGIN affiliation please speak first, promptly.”