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A permanent HMD for Vasilia's portrayal at last_voyages. Come here to criticize, clarify, or query*.

Anon is on as long as long as I don't get spambott'd!

Hit me with any private concerns at Tejarik (AIM) or shiplizard at gmail dot com on gchat.




*I'm sorry. I couldn't think of a C word.

Has it been the universal experience aboard that artificial intelligence not specifically brought as a warden or inmate is de-volved to non-sentience-- or replaced by a non-sentient version thereof?

Has anyone developed an artificial intelligence aboard and noticed this effect?

[She's worried about activating Android Baby while aboard. It's probably going to be safer to wait until she's in her own universe.]


[Private to Lore]

Have you been well since the flood?

[She knows why you were glitching now :<. Probably going to have to talk about that.]

We should discuss the possibility of the labwork I had mentioned.


[Later -Private to the Admiral]
Those who come in the company of non-warden, non-inmate Artificial Intelligence and notice that their companions' facilities are lesser-- is the phenomenon they witness due to modification of the original AI, or replacement of their AI with a reasonable facsimile?

[A text comes across the network from the planet: It's just this, over and over]

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[It looks plenty like weird static, but if anyone decodes it to ASCII text via binary numerals, depending on which character they choose as 1 and 0, they will either get complete gibberish or:

seeking contact respond

Somebody's communicator is pretty broken, guys.]

[OOC: Do not get too attached to this goldfish.]

This is Doctor Vasilia Aliena of the Auroran Robotics Institute.

If there is anyone there...

I know that Daneel Olivaw contacted the barge during the last disturbance. If you are listening, I have a great deal I need to talk to you about.

[Lolno Vasilia, you do not get out of your deal that easily. No Daneel this time.]

Have so many of the faces I was used to gone? I had not realized how I would feel their loss. But some of my old acquaintances are active, and I am pleased to see you. Doctor, are you--well? [His last network post looked downright miserable.] It has been a period of years, in my timeline, how long last since I was here?

For the many that I see and do not know- hello, I am Doctor Vasilia Aliena of the Auroran Robotics Institute. I spent several months aboard this vessel as an inmate; I return now in hopes that I can be as successful as my wardens.

[Necessarily generous friends filter: if you've had one non-hostile conversation with her, you're on it.]

I have graduated. [She still sounds kind of surprised about this, a little lost.]

In three days I will be leaving to visit some of my friends who have left the barge, and to return to my household on Aurora to implement what I have learned. In the meantime, I would like to see you again. Many of you have been important to me.

[It's stiff and formal, since she still doesn't know exactly how and what to say, how to convey how important her friends have been.]

Happy Holidays, everyone! I found a funny comic about Christmas carols! Sure makes you wonder what other songs are out there, right?

:) :D :) -> Link

[On the face of it, this is a local techie waxing enthusiastic about XKCD-- in other words, it's a day ending in Y. But even on years she isn't drinking herself into a stupor, Lisa Allen's general type-a douchebaggery is well known in the village, and her brand of fake cheer is probably fooling no-one.]

[Mansooreh's Brooklyn accent, never really mild at the best of times, gets thicker when she's surprised. The effect is sort of 1940's-esque; it's been a hundred some-odd years, the slang was due for a comeback anyway.]

Can I speak to the captain? Is there a steward or something? Look, this is a really really nice space liner but I don't have a ticket or anything! I have to get back to Schenectady, yesterday! Oh man, you guys, you only get one screw-up at US Robots and then you're canned! I can't miss work unless I'm dying. They'd still fire me if I was dying! They'd drop the pink slip on my coffin!

Oh, sheesh, this is bad.

[Private to Beatty]

[Damage to the lab shut down the program for a while, but with the barge restored and the computer rebooted, the little program stirred back to life and finished its work. Sending out a few final sentences, it concluded with the same calming computerized voice it had begun with:]

And the three horrified adults, as they stood frozen in their tracks, saw what the excited little girl did not see, -a huge, lumbering tractor bearing blindly down upon its appointed track.
It took split-seconds for Weston to come to his senses kSSHT END OF TRANSMISSION

[Sorry about the delay, Kota.]