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revivalproject2025-01-11 10:07 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2025-01-11 10:07 pm
Miter
WHO: Tony, the Agrii Ship AI Sometimes Known As Enide, and open
WHERE: The previously closed off portion of the ship where the AI systems are, and the network
WHAT: Tony interrogates a computer, and relates some of what he finds out
WHEN: Around the crew's arrival on the Agrii ship
WARNINGS: Tony might flirt with the computer
Enide was being suspiciously accommodating. Not enough to make Tony tense; that was the looming hall leading to the shrine of the pod that he could feel at the back of his neck. To convince himself he didn't feel it, he was draped in the generously provided chairs, feet up on the new desk that had been arranged here in the formerly secret hold, his crossed ankles not stopping his toes from tapping restlessly at the air. The phone was still in his hand from when he had brought it out to take photos, but by then it was held against his heart, thumping occasionally to a rhythmic sequence that continued as taps of two fingers against its case, leaving only one hand free to illustrate as he spoke, or draw up for balance when his gesturing made him tip too far back on the two legs of the chair that he was teetering on. The computer's case sat open from where he had pried it, where he watched the wires and boards like they might suddenly shift and reveal some of the computer's processing, like he was watching a date's eyes with intensity for her reaction.
Nothing about the hardware admitted any deception. Even hardwired as it was into the ports lining Tony's arm to search what he could of the database, it sat, inert, as Enide insisted she had learned about privacy, and wouldn't be prying into even the He Row's communications unless formally invited. That didn't mean Tony trusted a word of it. He was forced to pretend they both believed, then, that she heard nothing of the communications that had been unearthed in the sunless maze, and had to elaborate on the question he had been trying to ask her: "What do you know about MLXIV-4?" He used their connection to type it for her, helpfully, casting a wide search through her files. She had given him permission, after all.
[network: text]
[This text is accompanied by a few pictures of some pages on a desk, covered with shaky letters.]
Some of the Agrii are learning to write, along with some engineering skills. I know that's going to get you a little hard, Jon. It doesn't look like the writing from the plants--did you see that sample, in the war room? Don't worry, forget it.
They might be better equipped to tell us how some of this stuff works. What they're doing to us, to bring us here. Send us back. Has anyone got eyes on Ny Ak yet?
I'm talking to the ship. Maybe she'll tell me.
WHERE: The previously closed off portion of the ship where the AI systems are, and the network
WHAT: Tony interrogates a computer, and relates some of what he finds out
WHEN: Around the crew's arrival on the Agrii ship
WARNINGS: Tony might flirt with the computer
Enide was being suspiciously accommodating. Not enough to make Tony tense; that was the looming hall leading to the shrine of the pod that he could feel at the back of his neck. To convince himself he didn't feel it, he was draped in the generously provided chairs, feet up on the new desk that had been arranged here in the formerly secret hold, his crossed ankles not stopping his toes from tapping restlessly at the air. The phone was still in his hand from when he had brought it out to take photos, but by then it was held against his heart, thumping occasionally to a rhythmic sequence that continued as taps of two fingers against its case, leaving only one hand free to illustrate as he spoke, or draw up for balance when his gesturing made him tip too far back on the two legs of the chair that he was teetering on. The computer's case sat open from where he had pried it, where he watched the wires and boards like they might suddenly shift and reveal some of the computer's processing, like he was watching a date's eyes with intensity for her reaction.
Nothing about the hardware admitted any deception. Even hardwired as it was into the ports lining Tony's arm to search what he could of the database, it sat, inert, as Enide insisted she had learned about privacy, and wouldn't be prying into even the He Row's communications unless formally invited. That didn't mean Tony trusted a word of it. He was forced to pretend they both believed, then, that she heard nothing of the communications that had been unearthed in the sunless maze, and had to elaborate on the question he had been trying to ask her: "What do you know about MLXIV-4?" He used their connection to type it for her, helpfully, casting a wide search through her files. She had given him permission, after all.
[network: text]
[This text is accompanied by a few pictures of some pages on a desk, covered with shaky letters.]
Some of the Agrii are learning to write, along with some engineering skills. I know that's going to get you a little hard, Jon. It doesn't look like the writing from the plants--did you see that sample, in the war room? Don't worry, forget it.
They might be better equipped to tell us how some of this stuff works. What they're doing to us, to bring us here. Send us back. Has anyone got eyes on Ny Ak yet?
I'm talking to the ship. Maybe she'll tell me.
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no subject
Unless its the new tick stuff
That theyll push on you if you stay still too long
[But, yeah... gonna go check out those shrines now...
It'll just take him some time to hobble his butt down there.]
no subject
no subject
No
I dont