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lostcarnival2018-04-27 10:47 am
seniorvicejanitor) wrote in lostcarnival2018-04-27 10:47 am
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Who: Rhys and you!
When: D48-D49
Where: Various Locations
What: It's time for Rhys to make himself at home (or more likely whine that he's not the boss)
Warnings: Probably low but I'll update if anything happens
[day 48 - all around the carnival grounds - what have i gotten myself into?]
Rhys doesn't regret the decision. He doesn't regret taking a deal from some shady Ringmaster (and he hates that he'd never thought of that as a nickname for himself) to escape August and Vasquez and a bunch of killer robots that would have surely ended his life.
What he does regret is leaving Vaughn behind. Fiona and Sasha less so. But, there's still a sliver of sadness that he's here and they're not. Hopefully, whenever this whole thing ends, he'll go back and they'll forgive him.
(Though he seriously doubts that. They'll either be dead or they'll kill him.)
For the first little while, he wanders. He gets his shoes dusty (a development that makes him frown) and his hair wind blown but what else is there to do but figure things out? His lodgings, a trailer in a park surrounded by similar metallic bumps, isn't luxurious but it's not a hole in the ground.
He'll take it. He'll whine about it later.
[day 49 - anywhere that needs cleaning up around the carnival - where's a loader bot when you need one?]
Rhys regrets the decision.
As soon as he reports for work and someone slaps a mop into his hand, he regrets the decision. Janitor. A janitor again. Somewhere, Vasquez is probably laughing his ass off. The only good thing, Rhys guesses, is that whoever's in charge isn't Vasquez and won't be making him run all over the place to do menial things.
He still has to clean though and the grimace on his face as he starts mopping a dirty floor is evidence of what he thinks about that. But, he tells himself it won't be for very long. He tells himself that time will pass quickly.
He tells himself that he can drown himself in his mop bucket if it gets too bad.
Mopping isn't a hard think to do but he still mops over various people's shoes instead of telling them to move and he steps all over his own freshly cleaned floors more than once.
The third time he does that, he curses loudly and then looks around, hoping no one's heard that. He hasn't memorized all the rules but he's pretty sure cursing on the job is frowned upon.
When: D48-D49
Where: Various Locations
What: It's time for Rhys to make himself at home (or more likely whine that he's not the boss)
Warnings: Probably low but I'll update if anything happens
[day 48 - all around the carnival grounds - what have i gotten myself into?]
Rhys doesn't regret the decision. He doesn't regret taking a deal from some shady Ringmaster (and he hates that he'd never thought of that as a nickname for himself) to escape August and Vasquez and a bunch of killer robots that would have surely ended his life.
What he does regret is leaving Vaughn behind. Fiona and Sasha less so. But, there's still a sliver of sadness that he's here and they're not. Hopefully, whenever this whole thing ends, he'll go back and they'll forgive him.
(Though he seriously doubts that. They'll either be dead or they'll kill him.)
For the first little while, he wanders. He gets his shoes dusty (a development that makes him frown) and his hair wind blown but what else is there to do but figure things out? His lodgings, a trailer in a park surrounded by similar metallic bumps, isn't luxurious but it's not a hole in the ground.
He'll take it. He'll whine about it later.
[day 49 - anywhere that needs cleaning up around the carnival - where's a loader bot when you need one?]
Rhys regrets the decision.
As soon as he reports for work and someone slaps a mop into his hand, he regrets the decision. Janitor. A janitor again. Somewhere, Vasquez is probably laughing his ass off. The only good thing, Rhys guesses, is that whoever's in charge isn't Vasquez and won't be making him run all over the place to do menial things.
He still has to clean though and the grimace on his face as he starts mopping a dirty floor is evidence of what he thinks about that. But, he tells himself it won't be for very long. He tells himself that time will pass quickly.
He tells himself that he can drown himself in his mop bucket if it gets too bad.
Mopping isn't a hard think to do but he still mops over various people's shoes instead of telling them to move and he steps all over his own freshly cleaned floors more than once.
The third time he does that, he curses loudly and then looks around, hoping no one's heard that. He hasn't memorized all the rules but he's pretty sure cursing on the job is frowned upon.
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But man, this guy's weird. 9S shakes his head. "I'm not looking to take your spot. You can keep it."
He's quite happy in his own body, thanks.
9S folds his arms, tapping his foot. "How come you're in here, anyway? Usually an AI is inserted into its own body. It's kind of weird you're stuck in part of Rhys'. What's your purpose?"
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It had been one of his cleverer moments, honestly. It sucked to be without his body and it sucked to be stuck in the brainmeat of someone so idiotic like Rhys was but it was better than nothing.
"As to how I got here, well, Rhysie boy needed a little help so he inserted me into his head to give himself a little advantage. And now he can't be rid of me."
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"Wait, so you became an AI? You weren't created, but you're a human who digitised your mind?"
In a way, that's kind of disappointing. It still feels as though in a world where humans are still flourishing, there is no need for androids or other advanced AIs to be created. But it's also fascinating for a completely different reason. After all, the separation between biology and artificial life like himself always seemed like a rather significant gap. Is an AI created from the personality and memory patterns of a biological being still the same person?
"What kind of 'advantage' do you give him, anyway?"
Jack doesn't seem like a support type AI like the Pods. He really doesn't seem the type, anyway
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"I give him the advantage of me," Jack tells her very simply. "I'm a genius both on the business side of things and the battle side of things. I know how to get things done and I'm an encyclopedia or knowledge."
He just doesn't deem Rhys worthy to share that information. Or he makes him work for it because that's incredibly entertaining. "Now, why are you asking me all these questions? You and Rhysie a thing? I thought he liked what's her name...Sasha or something."
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Despite being an android, his cheeks redden. He already has a girlfriend!
"Like I said, we're coworkers. I'm here because I hacked into his mechanical parts." He quickly adds, "With his permission, of course." Not that he wouldn't hack a non-human without their permission. "But he was going on and on about how I might find something that would surprise me, so of course I wanted to know. I'm guessing the 'surprise' is you."
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"You planning on staying long?" Jack asks, buffing his nails on his shirt. "Because I don't cook, clean or entertain. That'll be your job and I am a very discerning person so you better make it good."
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Still... "Don't you get bored? You're trapped in Rhys' head with no way to interact with the world..."
He's certain he would get bored and frustrated very quickly if he was stuck without a body. Sure, he's been outside his body plenty of times through hacking, but that was just temporary, and often he still had ways to interact with the world.
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That doesn't stop Jack from wanting more. He just has to be patient because Rhys isn't all that strong and soon enough, Jack's going to get control of his body. It's not as handsome as the one he was born into but it'll do.
"You gonna keep interrogating me?" Jack wonders, sighing in a long suffering fashion. "I don't tend to answer questions so easily. You caught me on a good day."
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9S shakes his head. "No, that's all for now." He could press more, but he'll have time in the future, won't he? "But, uh... if you want someone to talk to besides Rhys, I can drop in if you get him to tell me."
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"I'll keep that in mind but don't you worry about me." His smile is wide and sharp, full of secrets and plans. "I'm going to be fine."
And he would be. Rhys was weak. Soon enough, Jack would be the one in control and then the fun would really begin. But, he'd remember this conversation and make sure that, if he did have to kill 9S, he'd make it a cool death.
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"Alright then. See you around."
And with that, he withdraws from hacking space and lets his consciousness flow back into his body. What a strange guy... he's not sure what he thinks about it all. A human who digitised himself...
9S puts a hand to his chin in thought. Addressing Rhys, he says, "Well, I think I found your 'surprise'."
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Jack's probably gotten himself so entwined with his other modifications that if tried to take him out, he'd have to take out the ECHO eye and everything else attached and putting it in had fucking hurt. He was not going through that again.
"Just leave him alone and he'll leave us alone." Hopefully.
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If anything, 9S is the one most likely to go poking around in Rhys' head, not other people in the Carnival. At least, that's what he thinks.
But Rhys' comments nets him a small frown, hidden behind the visor covering 9S' eyes.
"Hold on... You don't want him in there?"
9S could probably destroy Jack from within the hacking space if Rhys wanted to be rid of him, but given that Jack used to be a human, 9S doesn't feel much inclination to do so, even if Rhys wanted him to. It would be another matter if it were a machine's AI -- they weren't really people to begin with -- or another android. But an AI generated directly from the mind of a human? That's totally different.
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On occasion. When he wants to and he provides Rhys with insight that he might not have seen on his own. So, it's a situation where the answer to 9S' question changes on the daily. Right now, he kind of wants Jack to stick around especially in a new place. Jack has more world experience than he does so Rhys is counting on him to help.
"He's fine where he is," Rhys eventually says. "He's not hurting me or anything. Just noisy sometimes."
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9S isn't convinced. But he's not going to push the point. Shifting awkwardly, 9S adds, "I, uh. Told him to tell you to tell me if he wants someone to talk to. It seems kinda lonely in there."
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Rhys is pretty sure that Jack's not going to take him up on that but it's nice anyway. Giving Jack a friend might be a bad idea but maybe it'll settle him down or something. Rhys doesn't know. He's new to this whole artificial intelligence living within him sort of thing.
"I'll let you know if he needs a friend," Rhys says, nodding. "Thanks for the offer. And for not making it weird when you were in there."
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But he smiles, saluting with his left hand over where his heart would be, if he had one.
"And if you need any assistance, don't hesitate to call on me."