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STATUS: I'm going to take a break from RPing. For now, Canilo will be on hold, and when you see me in chat and around the site, I'll now be on my very first RPG account. 8 yrs ago
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I'm going to take a break from RPing. For now, Canilo will be on hold, and when you see me in chat and around the site, I'll now be on my very first RPG account.
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@CLIW
At the tone of Adrian’s voice, Derek flinched, but immediately obeyed. He gave the stranger, now on the ground, one last look before darting into the house, making sure that Tachi was with him, and the drone ceased its ear-piercing shriek. Once inside, he shut the door to wait on Adrian. His heart was racing, pumped from the adrenaline rush. Again, he grabbed the small bot and pulled her in front of him.
“Quick recap,” he said, “That man just threatened to kill me in order to try to take you away from me, and then Adrian busted out and knocked him out with a wrench. This all right?”
“Your summary of events is accurate, save that you left out him nearly running us over first,” it replied, shifting in his grip. “He is not a nice person.” Already, Tachi disliked the Mile-High member. It took threats to its friend personally, and sending high-speed projectiles through a human cranium was likely to be lethal, and thus unwelcome.
“Not nice,” Derek shook his head. “Not at all. You need to definitely avoid him if he comes back around and I’m not with you, understand?” The thought of losing Tachi, especially to someone that was more than likely just going to sell her, dismantle her and sell her parts, or find some way to manipulate her for his own gain, made him sick. Tachi had been around him for a good three years now, and he wasn’t about to get comfortable being without her.
“His face has been recorded in my databanks, and tagged as hostile. I will stay away.” It too feared being taken and damaged or destroyed, and it wanted to stay with Derek. “You should too. I can be rebuilt. Humans cannot.”
Derek nodded, warmed by the fact that Tachi had said such a thing. “I will, but don’t worry. I can take care of myself.” Then, to try to tease her, though not sure if it would work, he said, “You’re flimsy.”
“Designed for speed and mobility, not tasks with high risk of damage.” The drone missed the joke completely. “You’re smart enough to get out of a lot of things. Not as smart as...a-a-as...Error: file corrupted. Data cannot be recovered.” A faint grinding noise accompanied the last words, which were spoken in a flat tone, and Tachi froze for a moment as it had to remedy the problem. It had shown similar errors in the past, mostly surrounding someone who had clearly been important, but retained little information on.
“Tachi?” he said, sounding a bit worried. Even though it had happened before, he was always afraid that his favorite little bot would forget him.
Tachi twitched, beeped once, and turned all three eyes towards him. “Apologies. You’re smart enough to get out of a lot of things, like someone I knew.” The tone was subtle, but Derek could tell the loss of memory, especially ones that had clearly been flagged as important, bothered it.
He let out a deep sigh, taking a seat in one of the wooden kitchen chairs, and said, “I wish you could remember things from before you met me, Tachi.”
“Human minds and robot minds do not work the same way,” the bot commented, extending one of its larger arms to rest the clawed digits at the end on one of his fingers in an imitation of a human gesture. “I may still have related information in my memory, but data that has been destroyed must be recovered from another source. With no available backups, it isn’t possible.” The claw retracted, and Tachi continued in a brighter tone. “But I can record new experiences to replace the lost ones, so it’s okay.”
“You’re right,” Derek smiled. “You get to have better experiences. With me. Right?” He reached out and nudged the bot. Ever since he’d gotten really comfortable holding a conversation with her, he’d tried to find some way to instill more playfulness and humor. However, as one could tell, it’s extremely hard to do that with a robot. Tachi made a chittering noise that it used to indicate amusement, and poked him back. “Yes!”
“There you go,” he grinned. “So I guess it’s my fault for worrying about what you knew before me.” For a short moment, he was silent, and he put a finger to his chin in thought. “Do you know how old you are, Tachi?”
“No. Most recorded dates have errors. At least a few years before you found me, though.”
“We’ll find out some day,” Derek insisted. The little bot seemed smarter -- much smarter -- than the one that he had encountered while living in the old settlement. He wanted to know where all of her information came from and who created her.
“Yes! It will be a great adventure!” it chirped back, wiggling excitedly. It tilted its body back to face him more directly. “I am surprised. Usually you don’t want to have adventures.”
This was true, and Derek shrugged shyly. It did make him nervous to think about tracking down the maker, if the maker was even still alive. He didn’t know that for sure. He guessed he could ask Tachi, but another question was pressing him. “What was your main purpose, Tachi? Why you were created.”
“I am a Cifereca-class drone. Model 4, batch 2, designation tau-C-H-I. Operating system CIF 42 version 6.7, compatible with all CIF-type systems. AI version RD2.2, upgrades signed by Sparks.” The robot repeated the same answer it had given him when he’d first asked what it was, and what he should call it. As Derek listened to her, he could recall hearing it all before. “Mission objectives are exploration and analysis. I’m supposed to go places, and see things, and test them, and collect samples. I am good at what I do.” Tachi sounded proud.
“You are good at what you do,” he replied, smiling. Then, something stood out to him this time that didn’t stand out before. His eyebrows furrowed together as he grew more curious, “You said, upgrades signed by Sparks? Is that a name?”
“I have no further details on that. It’s filed under comments.” Tachi sounded intrigued, though. “Do you think that might be a person? The person who made me?”
“It could be,” he said, nodding his head. “But there’s really no telling. One day, we’ll find out, though.” Derek didn’t know why he was so focused on finding Tachi’s creator -- but if what Tachi said was true about her age, there was a possibility that the maker could still be alive.
“Yes! We’ll find out!” it agreed with enthusiasm.
@CLIW
A gun, he would have expected. A knife, sure. But believing his demise was going to be caused because of a wrench?
How pathetic, were the words that crossed Chris’ mind as he writhed on the ground in pain. One hand loosely clutched his rifle while the other rubbed the bump forming on his head, and he only just barely registered the weapon being pried from his hand. He let out a strangled, angry grunt between his groans of pain, and after a few long, painful minutes, he was able to bring himself to a sitting position.
“Shut up, fricken’ alcoholic,” he mumbled with a drawl, squinting towards Adrian. “That thing coulda made me some cash off spare parts.” A hand clutched his head where the wrench had struck. “Gimme my rifle back. And you didn’t have to hit me with a fricken’ wrench!”
@CLIW
Carefully and slowly, Fren inched back toward the woman. She was sure to keep an eye on the dog that accompanied her. There was no telling what kind of mutations the animal itself possessed, much less what the woman possessed. Most mutations nowadays were internal, hardly noticeable. From the bag the woman carried, she withdrew rabbit bones, a fork, a bundle of pine needles, then an arrow.
The arrow looked promising, but still the woman held the spear. She crouched down and continued to inch toward the woman until the arrow was within arm’s length. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll give you one of your spears back for that arrow.” Up went an eyebrow as she eyed the woman warily, waiting for an answer.
At the tone of Adrian’s voice, Derek flinched, but immediately obeyed. He gave the stranger, now on the ground, one last look before darting into the house, making sure that Tachi was with him, and the drone ceased its ear-piercing shriek. Once inside, he shut the door to wait on Adrian. His heart was racing, pumped from the adrenaline rush. Again, he grabbed the small bot and pulled her in front of him.
“Quick recap,” he said, “That man just threatened to kill me in order to try to take you away from me, and then Adrian busted out and knocked him out with a wrench. This all right?”
“Your summary of events is accurate, save that you left out him nearly running us over first,” it replied, shifting in his grip. “He is not a nice person.” Already, Tachi disliked the Mile-High member. It took threats to its friend personally, and sending high-speed projectiles through a human cranium was likely to be lethal, and thus unwelcome.
“Not nice,” Derek shook his head. “Not at all. You need to definitely avoid him if he comes back around and I’m not with you, understand?” The thought of losing Tachi, especially to someone that was more than likely just going to sell her, dismantle her and sell her parts, or find some way to manipulate her for his own gain, made him sick. Tachi had been around him for a good three years now, and he wasn’t about to get comfortable being without her.
“His face has been recorded in my databanks, and tagged as hostile. I will stay away.” It too feared being taken and damaged or destroyed, and it wanted to stay with Derek. “You should too. I can be rebuilt. Humans cannot.”
Derek nodded, warmed by the fact that Tachi had said such a thing. “I will, but don’t worry. I can take care of myself.” Then, to try to tease her, though not sure if it would work, he said, “You’re flimsy.”
“Designed for speed and mobility, not tasks with high risk of damage.” The drone missed the joke completely. “You’re smart enough to get out of a lot of things. Not as smart as...a-a-as...Error: file corrupted. Data cannot be recovered.” A faint grinding noise accompanied the last words, which were spoken in a flat tone, and Tachi froze for a moment as it had to remedy the problem. It had shown similar errors in the past, mostly surrounding someone who had clearly been important, but retained little information on.
“Tachi?” he said, sounding a bit worried. Even though it had happened before, he was always afraid that his favorite little bot would forget him.
Tachi twitched, beeped once, and turned all three eyes towards him. “Apologies. You’re smart enough to get out of a lot of things, like someone I knew.” The tone was subtle, but Derek could tell the loss of memory, especially ones that had clearly been flagged as important, bothered it.
He let out a deep sigh, taking a seat in one of the wooden kitchen chairs, and said, “I wish you could remember things from before you met me, Tachi.”
“Human minds and robot minds do not work the same way,” the bot commented, extending one of its larger arms to rest the clawed digits at the end on one of his fingers in an imitation of a human gesture. “I may still have related information in my memory, but data that has been destroyed must be recovered from another source. With no available backups, it isn’t possible.” The claw retracted, and Tachi continued in a brighter tone. “But I can record new experiences to replace the lost ones, so it’s okay.”
“You’re right,” Derek smiled. “You get to have better experiences. With me. Right?” He reached out and nudged the bot. Ever since he’d gotten really comfortable holding a conversation with her, he’d tried to find some way to instill more playfulness and humor. However, as one could tell, it’s extremely hard to do that with a robot. Tachi made a chittering noise that it used to indicate amusement, and poked him back. “Yes!”
“There you go,” he grinned. “So I guess it’s my fault for worrying about what you knew before me.” For a short moment, he was silent, and he put a finger to his chin in thought. “Do you know how old you are, Tachi?”
“No. Most recorded dates have errors. At least a few years before you found me, though.”
“We’ll find out some day,” Derek insisted. The little bot seemed smarter -- much smarter -- than the one that he had encountered while living in the old settlement. He wanted to know where all of her information came from and who created her.
“Yes! It will be a great adventure!” it chirped back, wiggling excitedly. It tilted its body back to face him more directly. “I am surprised. Usually you don’t want to have adventures.”
This was true, and Derek shrugged shyly. It did make him nervous to think about tracking down the maker, if the maker was even still alive. He didn’t know that for sure. He guessed he could ask Tachi, but another question was pressing him. “What was your main purpose, Tachi? Why you were created.”
“I am a Cifereca-class drone. Model 4, batch 2, designation tau-C-H-I. Operating system CIF 42 version 6.7, compatible with all CIF-type systems. AI version RD2.2, upgrades signed by Sparks.” The robot repeated the same answer it had given him when he’d first asked what it was, and what he should call it. As Derek listened to her, he could recall hearing it all before. “Mission objectives are exploration and analysis. I’m supposed to go places, and see things, and test them, and collect samples. I am good at what I do.” Tachi sounded proud.
“You are good at what you do,” he replied, smiling. Then, something stood out to him this time that didn’t stand out before. His eyebrows furrowed together as he grew more curious, “You said, upgrades signed by Sparks? Is that a name?”
“I have no further details on that. It’s filed under comments.” Tachi sounded intrigued, though. “Do you think that might be a person? The person who made me?”
“It could be,” he said, nodding his head. “But there’s really no telling. One day, we’ll find out, though.” Derek didn’t know why he was so focused on finding Tachi’s creator -- but if what Tachi said was true about her age, there was a possibility that the maker could still be alive.
“Yes! We’ll find out!” it agreed with enthusiasm.
@CLIW
A gun, he would have expected. A knife, sure. But believing his demise was going to be caused because of a wrench?
How pathetic, were the words that crossed Chris’ mind as he writhed on the ground in pain. One hand loosely clutched his rifle while the other rubbed the bump forming on his head, and he only just barely registered the weapon being pried from his hand. He let out a strangled, angry grunt between his groans of pain, and after a few long, painful minutes, he was able to bring himself to a sitting position.
“Shut up, fricken’ alcoholic,” he mumbled with a drawl, squinting towards Adrian. “That thing coulda made me some cash off spare parts.” A hand clutched his head where the wrench had struck. “Gimme my rifle back. And you didn’t have to hit me with a fricken’ wrench!”
@CLIW
Carefully and slowly, Fren inched back toward the woman. She was sure to keep an eye on the dog that accompanied her. There was no telling what kind of mutations the animal itself possessed, much less what the woman possessed. Most mutations nowadays were internal, hardly noticeable. From the bag the woman carried, she withdrew rabbit bones, a fork, a bundle of pine needles, then an arrow.
The arrow looked promising, but still the woman held the spear. She crouched down and continued to inch toward the woman until the arrow was within arm’s length. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll give you one of your spears back for that arrow.” Up went an eyebrow as she eyed the woman warily, waiting for an answer.
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