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The Lab
Aug 20, 2014 20:34:53 GMT -8
Post by Vilicious on Aug 20, 2014 20:34:53 GMT -8
Closed thread for ~Divine|<3|Heart~ (as Nu) and OEL scientists. "Jack in, Nu.BUG."
The system Nu had been plugged into was pitch black. It was restrictive, uninviting, and had the sterile chill of a laboratory environment. Unsurprising.
A spotlight opens onto the navi and a voice from beyond its glare, the same as from the consultations room earlier, merely intones
"Lab recordings initiated. Subject Alpha November, Day 1. Isolated. Feeding powers restrained."
And as though it were a command, not a statement, the boundless hunger born into the very core of her data is... severed. Not sated, but simply inaccessible. The next words are less cold, but no less pointed.
"Your involuntary urges have been cut from the root by essentially short circuiting the the artificial intelligence that is its cause. While I do not know... how you came by this, we have encountered it before. You may have guessed. This is not an impotent organization. Now, Nu... tell us about yourself."
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The Lab
Aug 20, 2014 21:53:36 GMT -8
Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Aug 20, 2014 21:53:36 GMT -8
~Alpha-Nu-Omega~
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A word from her lips? Not without a fight.
Nu shown that, even in the darkness. From the very first moment a light came on, it shown her in all her glory; arms folded and tucked under her bosoms. Her eyes seemed to stare forth as if there was someone in a chair before her ready to interrogate, and so that was how she taken the very first question that came from the voice from the glare of light that beamed down. It was as if someone who played the role of God was speaking to her; a position she frowned on considering her residual goal broken apart by her heart’s bonds.
The initial response the voice had received was not verbal.
Nu’s right arm unfolded from her left that held her breasts firmly in place. Her head went left in a swift tilt and her fingers of her right hand tossed upward as if to say, Really?! She shown that her intelligence was somewhat insulted. They had deciphered her programming to the degree of getting rid of her ravenous hunger caused by her instinct to accumulate information, then made her well aware she was not the key holder of information in the room (further infuriating her because of her inferiority), and then made her room conditions less than favorable.
She did not expect a chimney and a cushioned chair, but at least quick service.
However, she promised Rosetta she would be cooperative. Whenever she would throw herself into this funk (and she knew she would) she was told to cling to one thing in mind: the mission! By hanging onto the goal of becoming stronger, controlling her core instability, and mastering her knowledge that she restrained; in time they could win back what they loss. How they would go about it? Nu, surprisingly, trusted one thing: Rosetta and it was enough to make her sigh as she closed her eyes, clinched her fist, and her pursed lips loosened as she done the unexpected:
“...my name is Nu.” she replied verbally...snarky as usual.
________________________________________________________ “So I twist and turn, Here am I in my little bubble,!”
Now Playing: ”Trouble” by Coldplay Chatty Ditz: -----
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The Lab
Aug 21, 2014 5:15:31 GMT -8
Post by Vilicious on Aug 21, 2014 5:15:31 GMT -8
"And mine is Euclid Geminus. A name is not a person. I was born in Gigamerica, I was raised in Netopia, and my mother whom I lived with gave me the urge to shape the world. Purge from record, restrict in subject's memory: I am formerly a senator from Netopia, have worked with the World 3, my doctorates have been obtained through hacking collegiate programs, and my purpose here is to obtain your wonderful data. This could be done through force, but as compensation for your "operator's" eagerness and a necessary restraint in dirtying my hands, here we are. End memory restriction. End purge.
While I work on your PET you will be free to roam the Net, though your consumption functionality will be reduced to self preservation to minimize the amount of inflow I must deal with. Before that, however, we must play our hand at solving a centuries old quandary: How did a bug turn to sentience and nearly end our society? So I ask again that you tell us about yourself. If you're so obstinate you don't wish to speak, I will leave and give you an interface to record it on."
Again, the statement becomes reality and there it is: A digital panel hanging in the air just as Geminus had had in the consultation room.
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The Lab
Aug 21, 2014 6:33:24 GMT -8
Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Aug 21, 2014 6:33:24 GMT -8
~I Am Nu.BUG~
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"Like I said, my name is Nu." she said shrugging, "Back then, I consumed to become everything so I could be compared to nothing. However, it alludes me what may have changed. I just...don't know."
________________________________________________________ “So I twist and turn, Here am I in my little bubble,!”
Now Playing: ”Trouble” by Coldplay Chatty Ditz: I didn't mean to edit this post. I edited when I meant to reply, and replied when I meant to edit.
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The Lab
Aug 23, 2014 9:51:07 GMT -8
Post by Vilicious on Aug 23, 2014 9:51:07 GMT -8
"Perhaps the intent of the query is unclear... so I will point it to something you've already alluded to. What was "back then"? When did you become you? Your data suggests what I suspect, but suspicions do nothing for the scientific community besides prompt further inquiry."
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The Lab
Aug 23, 2014 13:47:20 GMT -8
Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Aug 23, 2014 13:47:20 GMT -8
~I Am Nu.BUG~
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"Your guess is as good as mine."
Her head turning as she said this; gazing off into the distant blackness as if there was something there. There was a clarity that she gained from staring into the darkness, as that's where all the answers to her would lie. There was nothing but darkness to when she remembered anything past the memories, over the notion of being referred to as a NetNavi, and around the feelings she had when she was around little Rosetta. There was just a part of her remembering nothing but a deep hunger that caused her to simply seek, consume, and learn.
"I was nothing more than a bit," she continued, "No more than the side of a seed. However, I started to draw things in, learn what was acceptable humans in their eyes, and that's how I shaped this body."
Nu's right hand stroked her index finger across the top of her bosom. The print meshed in as if it could burst as it was nothing but a bag to contain the data that was within her; indefinite it was as she displayed so many times she could change her figure, and even more so, change so that she was no bigger than a child. The memory of her shape was one of few she could recall that was lost between many things she had done from consuming viruses, to consuming NetNavis, and then consuming cores such as that from some strange NetNavi.
________________________________________________________ “So I twist and turn, Here am I in my little bubble,!”
Now Playing: ”Trouble” by Coldplay Chatty Ditz: -----
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The Lab
Aug 28, 2014 7:51:19 GMT -8
Post by Vilicious on Aug 28, 2014 7:51:19 GMT -8
((Fan is spraying brown stuff. Here's your release, I'll format later maybe.))
"Very well," the darkness concedes. "That will have to do. Enough of your origin is clear to progress... You are released to the regular net, and I may either log you out or send messages as necessary. Try to refrain from consumption of data until prompted, else there may be damage to what work is already done."
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The Lab
Aug 28, 2014 23:57:40 GMT -8
Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Aug 28, 2014 23:57:40 GMT -8
~I Am Nu.BUG~
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The darkness creeps to the corners where the light cannot reach it. Nu follows it with her eyes going over her shoulder to the left and to the right looking for a warp pad or some small crack in the flooring of the tiles that was like an opening in the system. Her ears were still peeled, slightly as she listened to the scientist continue on giving his orders and jargon. At this point, his research even puzzled her as she was not sure if little Rosetta made a wise choice to trust him. However, she had already made plans, telling the young woman that she would trust her to the fullest.
For a program that accumulated knowledge and relied on probability, that was difficult even for Nu.
She had stopped speaking, her lips sealed tight as she let her eyes go upward to whence the spotlight once came from. Nu’s right hand came to her forehead as she gave a limp salute that was the equivalent of a “sure, whatever” in speech as her body broke into liquid and tossed like a rolling wave towards the nearest opening in the room, seeping into the space as she slipped from the strange lab’s network and back to the net.
Nu wanted to seek Rosetta, but first, other things had to be taken care of: this creeping “war” that was being spoken by that strange NetNavi.
________________________________________________________ “So I twist and turn, Here am I in my little bubble,!”
Now Playing: ”Trouble” by Coldplay Chatty Ditz: ----- Location Change To: [TBD]
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The Lab
Nov 19, 2014 17:04:44 GMT -8
Post by Vilicious on Nov 19, 2014 17:04:44 GMT -8
((Apologies for the massive hiatus. I guess they're typical for me now if I find any excuse to disappear, but work also drove me into a hole. Been fighting with channeling creative urges, and hopefully I'm not going to burn myself out before full recovery ._. Consider this wherever you like temporally in your own story, let me know if it doesn't jive with whatever you have going on.))
There was no accounting for the time the doctor poured into his works, into the data and the opportunity presented by these doors Nu and Rosetta had rent open in his researches. The agreed upon timeline passed, and he had not even touched the commission for his interest in what lay inside... but the time came. Increasing bug processing? Why, what a trivial thing!
The PET's code splayed in front of him in no time; a few short hours passed and the task was done. His own navi flashed into the device, opened the file, ran the assurance testing and was out. Rather than contact the requester for questions he merely made assumptions and opened her options for input, adjusted the output to have modal purpose and frequencies, opened the prior custom throttling on her thresholds and doing so created additional avenues of access until there was no delay from input to interpretation to output of any data.
He copied his work, sent out the beacon for Nu and Rosetta to reply to, and delivered the final product to the front desk under data-DNA receipt. Inside, there was a short video message and a sample file with which the girls could test their new capabilities:
"For you, girl, there is an instruction file. For you, navi, be careful what you eat."
ITEM: Custom PET: BUG MEGA PROGRAM Unlocks prototypical potential. Product of Geminus' workshop. Cannot be sold, traded, or used on another navi. +1 Element Level. Allows the user to use Bug Element, and they gain a Strength to Normal (regardless of other effects). User treats taken Bug Element attacks as only Normal Element. Statuses on the user have -1 turn duration, to a minimum of 1 turn.
((Yes, 2 program slots. Price of custom effect installation, can't install generic progs. Instructions boil down to "Install, equip, voila, here's your gravy".
-Strength to Normal (regardless): If you have a weakness to Normal? No you don't. Just Strength here.
-"Bug Taken = Normal": Did they use a Bug attack? I see Normal. Just Strength here.
-Status time down: Self explanatory?))
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The Lab
Nov 20, 2014 0:54:50 GMT -8
Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Nov 20, 2014 0:54:50 GMT -8
~I-Am-Rosetta~
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The call of the beacon after so long was like a churning bell at the top of a cathedral.
Rosetta had spent her last month as usual, or less. Tinkering ended in her pushing aside her work and thinking everything over. Even now, as she stepped into the lobby of the lab and approached the receptionist desk, she was asking the month old question whether or not she wanted to go through with her crazed plan. She already knew, whether she was to turn back or not, that it was too late. Right and wrong were no longer an issue as she slipped the receipt and viewed its contents.
The message was ominous enough...
Rosetta was smart enough to not need instructions on how to tinker with a program...or at least she was usually. This time, she was attentive, observing the final product of Dr. Geminus as she installed the program into her P.E.T, begun to carefully observe the possible effects before pressing a button to chime for a video to send word to Nu.
“I hope this goes as planned.”
Her right hand prompting as she navigated her windows to see Nu’s current location, follow-up with some questions to Dr. Geminus for clear detail on how this program worked...but inquiring about some other technology she was interested in was a topic for another day.
At the moment, it was too soon to reveal just how insane she truly was.
________________________________________________________ “Is it excitement or fear? I don’t know anymore.”
Now Playing: ”Trouble” by Coldplay Chatty Ditz: When you say can't install generic programs, that means ordinary programs found in the Program Shop, right?
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