1.1 - Come at me, ro's

[no_fastolfe]

[The last port had sounded... traumatic. Indeed, five years later it brings back Vasilia's memories of Sanitarium Island quite clearly, and that only from listening to network traffic.

It's getting more difficult to restrain her homesickness. And the lack of her household robots, each in their way individual and attuned to her, is never more pronounced.

She desperately needs to talk Robotics.]

For those recovered from the recent port, or any who stayed aboard-- I wonder if any of you I do not know are familiar with robotics? Mister Stark, I believe, has mentioned AI in his posting, among others. A comparative discussion on local robotic design practice or the aspects of Programmatic Intelligence might not be particularly useful in rehabilitative efforts-- but still might be a pleasant way to spend an hour or so?

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[no_fastolfe]

I-- I would like that, are you available now?

[championoftime]

I am. He's currently in the TARDIS. I'll be waiting in my room.

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[no_fastolfe]

[Vasilia stops by the lab first to gather some diagnostic tools and leave a note detailing what she took, and then she hurries to his room, eyes bright and a bit wistful.]

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[championoftime]

[The Doctor's stark white cabin is neater than usual- he shoved most of his experiments into the closet. The TARDIS is in the middle of the room, and uh... is still pink, despite her efforts to appear otherwise. The mongoose is toddling around his feet when he goes to the door to get it for her.]

And a good-day to you, Vasilia. Mind the mongoose. It's tangled me once or twice.

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[no_fastolfe]

Certainly, doctor. [She steps carefully; she's used to small animals that are habituated to hominids-- although the squirrel-analogues and various native birds of Aurora are more used to robots. It comes to investigate her feet and she stands politely still until it has finished and wandered away.]

Can I ask what the robot you're building is meant for? What neural architecture you're beginning from? Is it fully hominid, may I see it? [She's doing everything but craning past him to look.]

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[championoftime]

I had a robotic animal- K9, as designed by a Professor Marius. This design was expanded on and applied to humanoid life forms the creator called "femdroids". I applied the design to the young man in the making but... He's lacking covering at the moment. [He opens up the TARDIS and lets her in, and... there's the console room. Dimensional transcendence within dimensional transcendence.]

Yes you may see it, come along- [And he's off down the hall. Not stopping to explain anything but. Just makes a motion for her to follow.]

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[no_fastolfe]

[There is a slight indrawn breath-- it takes a muster of all Vasilia's Spacer pride and refusal to show astonishment at technological advancement. But-- how astonishing, to see mathematical principles of higher dimension represented in a physical context! How pure and beautiful!

He is nearly out of sight by the time she stops gawking enough to hurry after him, not quite running.]

I am familiar with the micro-mechanical structure of synthetic skin, and expression formation-- I constructed an entire generation of humaniform robots. I may be able to provide some new techniques?

[It all comes out in a rush.]

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[championoftime]

[Unlike many of his kind, he only sometimes likes to go on about the miracles of their technology. Most of the time he's too busy to think about it.]

You certainly may. Like I said, he may be better off in your care than in mine. So long as his directives remain open.

I originally had considered not even informing him of his nature, but I believe I've done enough of that. [And that admission is a little bit mellow, and makes him want to hurry along all the more.]

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[no_fastolfe]

As you know, Ascenion programming is all that I am expert in-- but if there is a rudimentary architecture in place without Three Law dependence I will make no attempts to introduce it, you have my word.

[She's much more casual about this than she would have been before-- when it would have led to accusations of something like blasphemy.]

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[championoftime]

I would actually rather he wouldn't- K-9 had his own sort of loyalty. But he could defend those he cared about, if worse came to worse. That same loyalty is the basis of this gentleman's programming.

[He leads her into his workshop, where the android remains mostly just bipedal wiring, surface area even without the imitation of muscle- he hadn't made it as far as he would have liked with Rex.]

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[no_fastolfe]

May I?

[She doesn't actually wait for an answer to that murmured question before she is leaning over it and running her fingers in the air just above the relays and architectures and wiring.]

This architecture is not familiar to me but I begin to see-- yes, here, and here, why the relay here-? Ah, the power drain to this servo, of course. And what form of power source?

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[championoftime]

You may. Feel free.

Like with K-9, and he has several. They're all interconnected and can redirect power, but the systems that allow for automated systems, mechanical drives, and independent thought have their own power supplies. The most volatile and important, of course, the one maintaining independent thought.

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[no_fastolfe]

Naturally. How much of the neural pathway construction has been implemented-- or designed? [She is now nearly wrist deep in the wiring, though her hands are professional, careful, light-fingered. She is testing the joints connections and where the servos will act, murmuring dynamic control formulae to herself to compare these against robots of the Fastolfe-Sarton design, the sort of humaniform that she is used to.]

Have you a name in mind?

[So many questions.]

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[no_fastolfe]

Of course. If I may, I would like to introduce power regulators here and here, lest a dual-power incident lead to a short? [She indicates a join of wire.]

How much of his intelligence have you constructed yet? And do you intend a name.