You watch hours … upon hours … upon hours of footage.
There isn't much going on in most of it. The Anesidora is a big ship, and aside from North, Theta, and Epsilon—all of whom he can see safely tucked away in the secondary Holo-Sim deck—Iota is the only one there. After the conclusion of the amnesia game, she'd wandered over to the tertiary Holo-Sim, building and breaking down mini-game after mini-game after mini-game after mini-game after mini-game after mini-game after mini-game after gigantic pile of kittens that crawl all over her and it's adorable.
Puma's familiar with how time works for an AI, versus a human. A second is so much time when you run as fast as she does.
She'd been happy. Smiling frequently, until the boredom truly set back in. Then she'd gone to play with Audrey II and Trif in simulation F2048, also known as Flappy Bird 2048. The flowers talk a whole bunch of shit and Iota sits with them, eyes closed … (A small pop-up in the corner of Puma's screen shows readouts of all of the maintenance protocols and miscellaneous programming she'd been doing to fill the time. There's tons of stuff. Most of it isn't even necessary; she's obviously just doing it because she needs, desperately, to be occupied with something.)
Eventually, Iota wanders away. From the daffodils, from the kittens, from the ship itself … there's no mistaking it: she's gone out.
And when she returns, she's frowning. Running her fingers across terminals on the walls like she's lost something, like she's missing something and she's just barely on the cusp of finding it. She all but jogs to one of the control rooms, sits the body down and expands the whole of herself into the ship's network. (The read-outs change, then. It's mostly incomprehensible even to him, but they become more, like something half asleep has woken up.) Hours of that until she slips back into the woman's body again, and from there she almost seems feverish with excitement and determination. She sets to work on coaxing together broken, burnt out pieces of artificial intelligence, forming fragments out of fragments. Sets to work on setting up the implantation experiments …
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A CERTAIN DVD
You watch hours … upon hours … upon hours of footage.
There isn't much going on in most of it. The Anesidora is a big ship, and aside from North, Theta, and Epsilon—all of whom he can see safely tucked away in the secondary Holo-Sim deck—Iota is the only one there. After the conclusion of the amnesia game, she'd wandered over to the tertiary Holo-Sim, building and breaking down mini-game after mini-game after mini-game after mini-game after mini-game after mini-game after mini-game after gigantic pile of kittens that crawl all over her and it's adorable.
Puma's familiar with how time works for an AI, versus a human. A second is so much time when you run as fast as she does.
She'd been happy. Smiling frequently, until the boredom truly set back in. Then she'd gone to play with Audrey II and Trif in simulation F2048, also known as Flappy Bird 2048. The flowers talk a whole bunch of shit and Iota sits with them, eyes closed … (A small pop-up in the corner of Puma's screen shows readouts of all of the maintenance protocols and miscellaneous programming she'd been doing to fill the time. There's tons of stuff. Most of it isn't even necessary; she's obviously just doing it because she needs, desperately, to be occupied with something.)
Eventually, Iota wanders away. From the daffodils, from the kittens, from the ship itself … there's no mistaking it: she's gone out.
And when she returns, she's frowning. Running her fingers across terminals on the walls like she's lost something, like she's missing something and she's just barely on the cusp of finding it. She all but jogs to one of the control rooms, sits the body down and expands the whole of herself into the ship's network. (The read-outs change, then. It's mostly incomprehensible even to him, but they become more, like something half asleep has woken up.) Hours of that until she slips back into the woman's body again, and from there she almost seems feverish with excitement and determination. She sets to work on coaxing together broken, burnt out pieces of artificial intelligence, forming fragments out of fragments. Sets to work on setting up the implantation experiments …
He knows the story from there.