[b]Brown:[/b]

“Interesting things happen to people who can tell interesting stories”, as Richard Feynman said. Well, chaotic things happen for chaotic people. Singh can’t read the situation - it doesn’t seem like he knows Remoil off the top of his head - but it does seem like he has an immediate idea on how to learn quickly. 

“Can I help you with your bags?” He asks you - just you. 

Class signifiers are descriptive, not prescriptive. With his shabbiness and misshapen stubble and his fishing tackle vest, maybe Singh could be mistaken for a bit of a boho. Here, though, on Thrones? It means he answers to no-one. But it gives no more information than that.

Remoil can’t tell if he’s a bigger or smaller fish.

[b]Yellow:[/b]

Fiona is unusually confident here. “I don’t think they can replace Goat with another Hecatoncheires. I don’t have good answers, but I think I can at least give you everything I found, some time - like, I lost track of most of the Zodiac, but I lost track of them [i]differently[/i]. Maybe you can follow better than I could. Just make sure you tell me everything you learn.” 

“Always another book.” Crystal murmurs, tired but affectionate. It’s… It’s not really an argument between them, since they don’t argue about it. But they have two very different perspectives on the point of art; Crystal sees it as a relationship with an audience, and Fiona sees the point in making it. She writes about what she wants to know, not what she thinks people will read. 

Fiona is playful. Like I said, it’s not an [i]argument[/i], so they don’t [i]argue[/i]. “What, you think this is another one that nobody else is going to read? You don’t count the old dragonwatchers still kicking around?” 

“There are dozens of them, I’m sure.” 

Fiona nods, thoughtful. “Maybe. But it would give me a plausible background to writing about [i]this[/i], after. The inside story about Goat. And I think everyone is going to want to read about that one, right?” Fiona winks and sticks her tongue out at you, Yellow. “I know you’ve got your newspaper, but I bet you’re going to want a little distance from being the source on this one.”

Crystal catches up. “Ah.” Is all she says, but the gears in her brain have started whirring again. Work mode.

So Fiona gets to lodge her followup. “But let’s say it’s a safe assumption they don’t have another GAI backup. There’s a half dozen reasons off the top of my head to make me think they put all their eggs in one basket here. I don’t-” She blinks. “Oh. Oh they’re so fucking stupid.” 

Crystal perks up. “Hmm? What?” 

“Oh they’re so [i]fucking stupid[/i]. I was going to say, you can’t just build another GAI like Goat, and guarantee it’ll choose to do the job you need it for. A bunch of them quit their roles the second they got rights, became free agents, but also making another Goat on purpose would probably be insanely unethical. But the problem could be a solution, right?” Fiona pauses. “Yellow, do you think any of those free AI might want to replace Goat, if you just [i]asked[/i]? I can’t think of [i]anyone[/i] that matches what I read Goat was capable of, but… it wouldn’t have to be any [i]one[/i], would it?”