information is a formality if you have normality

Scanning item #1204.... Data collected.
Even as the android girl held the book open, her system cataloging was running at a million bits per second - eyes scanning across the page quickly, although the information collected seemed to mean not a thing in the context of Earth culture. How was it, she asked herself as she turned the page, scanning the next one, that only a few decades had passed since her last activation, and yet the human culture changed so radically? Not once had she heard the term "yo dawg" or "ballin', g!" - nor the other terms of "thou art" and such. Shame, really - at least Violet had known those terms off by heart.
Information irrelevant. Discarding...
She put the book back in its place and took a few steps out, nearer to the common area, where students were talking quietly, or themselves absorbing information.
It had been going on ever since she had left that forest she had crashed in - her programming was less logic and more defective than ever, which had led to this. Her wanting to absorb information about Earth's culture. Cultures, plural. More than one.
What set her systems worrying was the lack of adherence to her primary objective. How she chose to ignore it, instead seeking her own form of entertainment.
Was she defective? Androids like herself were not supposed to do this... were they?
Violet continued down the row.

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The
THUD
of the book on the table a few rows away from the android's row echoed through the other rows, startling Violet. What had produced that unreasonably loud sound, in a place designated by humans to be very low in sound of such a kind?
Perhaps it was another instance of Earth culture defying their own labels - rebels, she remembered from her vocabulary pack. She herself had been a rebel. Or perhaps it was someone in distress. Whatever the cause might have been, Violet decided that, by all means, this had to be investigated. With the quiet hum of her hardware ambient, she strode over to the source of the sound.
Which... happened to be another human - although he did not have the heat signatures a human might have. Presently, the human (human?) person was standing amidst a flurry of papers that, upon analysis, proved to be flyers, displaying the text GALACTICA CORP MAKES SLAVES, along with a few images. A damning exclamation, but perhaps true. Not enough data to assess the situation.
Back to the analysis of the "human" person - his facial expression showed the emotion.exe FRUSTRATION. And she wasn't quite certain yet that the growl was indeed part of human physiology. Either way, she looked at him with a quizzical expression, one eyebrow shooting up in an almost comical way.
"Hello, being. Are you in distress?"

"Apology unwarranted, being." Right away, with no prompting, she replied to Gask's first words to her quickly and severely. After another silent analysis, she had determined him to be definitely of non-organic origin - his heat signatures, characteristic of biological forms, were nigh nonexistent. It wasn't that Violet took a disliking to Gask - merely, she saw him as superior already - another android with superior rank. And then she reminded herself that she was no longer on Andromedes. No one could or would outrank her now, not here. Switching her voice to a more kindness-laden one, she continued. "There is no logical reason to cause harm to a wall, nor to find a gateway and do so." Because why would people hit walls, unless they posed a threat? "Do the the doors and/or walls pose a threat to beings like you?"
More data would be required to analyze the threat of walls.
That would have to wait until later, though - in the current moment, the being was collecting the flyers she had been analyzing prior. Her curiosity program kicked in, and Violet picked up a flyer, finishing her analysis.
In the context of what the being had said...
As if by reflex, her anger.exe program ran in her mind. In a way, it was comparable to her own plight. Galactica Corporation, keeping sapient AI in endless simulations for amusement (that was what the human word "game" meant?)... It was misuse of intelligent, productive AI resources.
She could also see how the man in front of her presented almost a visceral hate for this type of conduct, especially from the beings who were of (assumedly) the same sapience and intelligence as he.
"Signatures, being a construct of ink on paper, cannot p-p-place physical pressure upon another physical being." Ah, how that little glitch in her speech was displeasing to the ear.


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Oh.
"Logging.... Logged. Revised meaning of phrase:..."
As she logged and interpreted the data, understanding it in the context presented... it occurred to her. These... These AIs, different as she was from them, were in a similar situation as herself before she returned to Earth permanently. Despite being programmed to entertain, they did not enjoy it, and wanted to stop... but they were forced to. And, in a sense, they were being held captive. By whoever Galactica Corp was. There was an ever-slimming chance of survival for his kin - well "kin". By printing her given name on this sheet of paper...
"Understood." Her voice took on a more emotional tone, something a mere robot shouldn't have been able to do. "By my signature of this paper, I am... I-I-I am bringing your kin closer to true freedom? Your kin, who are being used purely for entertainment, despite being sentient?" Her voice glitched a bit again, producing a deeper, distorted pitch.

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Violet couldn't deny that the feeling of being correct seemed to activate her pride.exe emotion file. It seemed like the situation at hand was drastic enough to take matters into their own hands, so to speak, and take action. She put a hand on her hip, and looked at Gask again, noting how curious he looked. Like he was analyzing her words.
"Are you a robot as well?" As blunt as can be. That didn't seem to bother Violet any, as, now seemingly expressionless, began to recite:
"Yes. I am a Voice Interaction Operating System of the E-Series, alias VIOSE, o-or, as of lAte, Violet or Vi. I am an entertainment android, designed to bring happiness and p-pl-EAs -ee -" Her voice garbled and glitched at the end, more dramatically, but more importantly it interrupted her recital of her name and purpose. Only the furrowing of her brows marked this as intentional.
"Please excuse the errors in my speech. I am indeed of a non-organic origin, though I am thoroughly sentient. " Again, a bit of emotion seeped into her voice - that of annoyance.

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