- Jan 13, 2017
- 955
- Gender
- female
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The creaky metal. The surprisingly low hum of machinery. The little glitches in the code that allowed the android to walk. And talk. And "breathe". And think. The broken vocal cords that impaired the android's very purpose, for the most part.
By all means, emerging out of the cluster of organic matter (her backup memory had quickly corrected the matter to a thing called trees) had not been her AI's most educated decision, nor was it in the best shape to make such a decision. Her metal was still sort of dented in places, her vocal cords outright ripped out of her throat and fraying in several places. Faulty wiring annoyed her with every step, and each one brought about a wave of frustration from her recent personality update - the only one, apparently, that could update itself. Somewhere in her "brain", her software was just begging to be updated, but the robot refused to acknowledge the warnings and instead stumbled along the street.
A mechanic. That was what VIOS-E needed - a skilled mechanic who could repair an outdated version of a VIOS android. However...
A glitchy, mechanical sigh emanated from her machinery. The beings around her used a different currency, different languages, different... Just different. If things were anything like last time she had reactivated, humans still used something called "dollars". Or was it "pounds"? VIOS-E's memory facilities couldn't retrieve the information. Either way, she was sure she had some stashed away somewhere, from the last time where she had had to deal with humans.
One store after the other she trudged into. One after the other proved to lack the facilities she needed. Until finally she arrived at a certain shop, stumbling inside. A quick scan of the perimeter revealed there to be someone there... Organic, probably. Hmm...
@Lazzy
By all means, emerging out of the cluster of organic matter (her backup memory had quickly corrected the matter to a thing called trees) had not been her AI's most educated decision, nor was it in the best shape to make such a decision. Her metal was still sort of dented in places, her vocal cords outright ripped out of her throat and fraying in several places. Faulty wiring annoyed her with every step, and each one brought about a wave of frustration from her recent personality update - the only one, apparently, that could update itself. Somewhere in her "brain", her software was just begging to be updated, but the robot refused to acknowledge the warnings and instead stumbled along the street.
A mechanic. That was what VIOS-E needed - a skilled mechanic who could repair an outdated version of a VIOS android. However...
A glitchy, mechanical sigh emanated from her machinery. The beings around her used a different currency, different languages, different... Just different. If things were anything like last time she had reactivated, humans still used something called "dollars". Or was it "pounds"? VIOS-E's memory facilities couldn't retrieve the information. Either way, she was sure she had some stashed away somewhere, from the last time where she had had to deal with humans.
One store after the other she trudged into. One after the other proved to lack the facilities she needed. Until finally she arrived at a certain shop, stumbling inside. A quick scan of the perimeter revealed there to be someone there... Organic, probably. Hmm...
@Lazzy
