ARTIFICIAL

nothing the god of biomechanics wouldn't let you into heaven for.

[cyberkinetic]

tutoraeternum:

Shit, he thought. Shit, shit, shit. He fumbled around, trying to find what he’d forgotten. He didn’t exactly have pockets, so he’d had to get creative with his cloak, sewing pockets into them. Erik dug around in each small pocket, and sighed in relief when he found the badge.

It was an official Nova Corps ID badge, albeit highly battered. A hologram popped up and included his name, station, and the name of his superior.

“It may not seem like it, but I work here. Sort of. Not here, but I’m employed by here. …Elsewhere.”

❛ scanning. ❜ without need for lasers, and in a minute or two she was done, and gestured with a hand that he could put the battered identification away. she turned back to what she was doing, fingers tapping at a screen, updating it, the core, the servers. bringing herself back around to face him, her face displayed little emotion.

❛ your logic makes zero sense, erik. regardless, state your reason for being here. ❜

[cyberkinetic]

tutoraeternum:

@cyberkinetic​  //  sc

Something in the vent clanged and rattled as his foot bumped into it, cursing himself silently. He was employed by the Nova Corps, but it was an unwritten rule that he should never just walk in, as his presence was unsightly (and conspicuous). 

So he had to find some new strange, barely-functional way into the building every time, since the passages would get blocked off as he discovered them. He reached out and sent out a pulse, scanning for any signs of life. When the scan results came back negative, Erik kicked the vent open and dropped down in a woosh of black fabric, falling down to dangle just at his calves. It left only his ‘face’ (really a helmet) and legs exposed, which was convenient.

He was almost impressed with himself when he snapped out of it and realised that there was someone in the room with him. Someone not human(oid). It couldn’t be her. A quick second to focus on her facial features confirmed what he had known all along. It wasn’t her - she was gone.

The Revenant slowly turned around and cocked his head at the android, blatantly staring.

“We have androids now?”

he wasn’t as silent as he thought he was, but the chapel unit wasn’t going to go blasting holes in the ventilation system without a proper identification of the threat. that was not in her coding. when he finally descended, she took her time in looking up, and when she finally did, the look was slow, methodical, almost robotic.

❛ if by we, you mean the nova core, you should be aware that chapel units have been present in all wolf-class nova core star ships for three years now. ❜ with this, she turned to face him, in the dark room, lit only by the soft glow of screens that were monitoring something benign.

❛ please identify yourself. you have one minute. ❜

[cyberkinetic]

chapel would make heart eyes at ultron if she could.

[hello-turtless-deactivated20200]

[cyberkinetic]

chosebrandy:

    “Just gonna suck the fun outta everything this trip aren’t you.” He muttered, somewhat under his breath. She was far more literal than Drax, and a bit more mean. Though probably not her fault completely. “Thanks for sitting anyway.” Peter shifts the Milano into a blast forward, jumping them out of the dock and into the open galaxy once more. Fairly quick, which was never going to be a complaint of his. Now to just figure out where to go.

❛ as i am unable to consume food or liquid, that too, would be a statistical impossibility. ❜ she turns a look on him, letting her features soften, the mechanics behind her flesh retreating into her exoskeleton. ❛ you’re welcome, commander. ❜ she brings her gaze back out onto the field of stars, as they left the mausoleum of the hyperion far, far behind.

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starxmom:

❛That’s right—proud of it, too. Well, the best way to start knowin’ more about someone is to ask, so, ask away, if you’d like. I wouldn’t mind knowin’ who you are, though, if you’re gonna want m’ life story. ❜

❛ i am the ship’s computer, an integrated system known as chapel — cerberus humanistic android personnel effective long distance. ❜ she pauses. ❛ my classifcation is gem-2177. most of the crew calls me gem. ❜ facial patterns analyzed, stored, filed away in a vast database.

[cyberkinetic]

chosebrandy:

    His eyes widened at how… Not-so professionally the set was replaced. Not that he was complaining, as long as it worked. But it definitely wasn’t as graceful as he believed it would be. “…So uh. We’re gonna take off now, then.” Peter looked up at the droid, nodding with his lips pulling inward. “Go ahead and just take a seat so y’know. You don’t fall over or anything.” The ship soon began to take off, nodding her over to the co-pilot seat, if she so pleased.

if he took a moment to look under the console, he’d see that, as bad as it sounded, it wasn’t all bad. the new part installed cleanly and there were no rough edges, no exposed wires. in installing the new identification system, that had been a thing of grace and perfect machining.  ❛ falling over is a statistical improbability unless this ship was rammed by a class five warship. ❜

but she sits anyway, crossing one leg over the other. 

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boredgunslinger:

     “ERR wrong– wait–”

      “Ninety-six degrees, really? Seems a bit on the hot side, to me. At that temperature, organics start sweating and smelling bad– and it’s interesting to note you choose Fahrenheit over Celsius– unless that was Celsius, in which case, ninety-six degrees is the exact opposite of life-support.

      I mean, that’s a slow-roast.”

❛ wrong. ❜ chapel’s admonition comes out in a single knife-edged word. ❛ you did not specify what species, nor what triggered their reason for being on life support. some humanoids suffering from cardiac induced reasons are subjected to a controlled hypothermia. in their case, optimal temperature is anywhere from thirty-five to thirty-seven degrees in a controlled environment for several hours. ❜

she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her gyroscope keeping her even. it was a purely programmed move, as the android had no reason to transfer her ballast. 

❛ for some organics, including the gnethian people who are most closely linked to the earth lizard, their temperature must be high in order to maintain optimum liver and brain function. any other questions, cayde-6? ❜

[cyberkinetic]

heroesmakesacrifices:

As much as he was suspicious of the A.I., Shepard couldn’t hold back a laugh at Gem’s offer. Someone went as far as to add a haggling program into a robot; he’s truly seen it all. “No, thank you, Gem. I think I just need some space to clear my head.” He said as they walked through the bustling crowds of merchants. Some salarian was calling out to him to try his new tech. “How long have you been doing this?”

her creator went to great lengths to make her the best. there was a great number of programs that she had that weren’t listed in the manual; otherwise, it’d be as thick as three books put together. she walked easily in step with him, her gait just a little bit more mechanical than human. couldn’t be helped.

❛ i was awoken aboard the hades three years ago. three years, four months, two weeks, four days, thirteen hours, thirty-six minutes, and 5..4 seconds ago. but for ease of use, three years will do. ❜

[cyberkinetic]

heroesmakesacrifices:

“Effective long-distance.” He repeated. Great. Now he was stuck with Gem more likely than not. He’d just have to improvise then. “Got it.” He confirmed.

The sight of Hypatia also helped his memory–familiar places to this flashing before his eyes. He felt nostalgia for the Citadel, but it wasn’t exactly the same. This planet was dwarfed by what he imagined. “What kind of stop is this? Routine or something else?”

❛ commerce planet. hypatia is one of four controlled planets in this quadrant, and the markets are managed by the alliance. there a currency exchange stock houses here, as well as a number of merchants. ❜ as they walked, no one batted an eye at the android, even though she was clearly different.

❛ do you require anything from the merchants, commander? i’m equipped with a haggling program. ❜

[cyberkinetic]

@comburocaelum​

❛ before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. ❜ a pause, and a slow blink. ❛ confucius. ❜ the android steps over a body, the metal of her boot making a clink of a metallic sound against the grating.

[cyberkinetic]

heroesmakesacrifices:

Shepard could see this was getting nowhere. He suspected it wouldn’t be that easy, but he had to try. He’d figure this out one way or another–once he got his head together. He felt the shift in the ship’s gravity, a light thud confirming that they’ve docked.

“Right.” He answered, his brow raised. He got to his feet and gestured for Gem to lead the way. “Are you confined to the ship, Gem?”

❛ i am not, commander. effective long-distance. ❜ she repeated the last bit of her name, by way of reminding him.

she turned on a heel and led him out of his quarters, down a long corridor, and after waving her palm over a sensory pad, the doors opened to hypatia — a lush, bustling city planet, where the buildings were made of metal and glass and sparkled like diamonds in the sun. people walked briskly, and hovercars moved along finely paved streets. fashion was prevalent here. ❛ welcome to hypatia, commander. ❜

[cyberkinetic]

heroesmakesacrifices:

Shepard nodded, taking in every detail. Gem conveniently left out the creator, though. “Just answers, really.” He replied as he finished the meal. Military rations were never known for their taste, so he finished his as quickly as he could to get back to work.

“Who created you, Gem? Cerberus is the company, but who’s the mastermind?”

there were small codes in the programming — never reveal the creator. he is just that: the creator. god. the titan. the father. the master. he has no name, other than the one he gives himself. but then he asks the question directly.

❛ my father created me. he created cerberus. the creator is just that. ❜

[cyberkinetic]

heroesmakesacrifices:

More names he knew. More glimpses of the past, but something still wasn’t quite right. He tried to piece things together, small threads, name by name, as he ate, but certain things were not connecting. He’d let it work itself out in time; they were docking soon.

“It was a lot to take in, but it helped. Last time I checked, artificial intelligence didn’t have legs. You must be state-of-the-art.”

❛ i am cerberus’ latest design. my creator took six years to develop the base programming for the chapel unit, and another two to finish the design. i am, as the motto stands, more human than human. ❜ it’s a nod to an old film, but their goal was to have androids like chapel blend in. disappear.

❛ is there anything else you need or desire, commander? i am fully functioning. i can assist you with anything you or the ship needs. ❜

[cyberkinetic]

gem — kevin wada.

[cyberkinetic]

heroesmakesacrifices:

Shepard nodded at Gem and read over the records contained in the holo-pad. He was apparently a sole survivor of a battle recorded nearly a decade ago and responsible for saving the entire galaxy recently. He felt rather overwhelmed by the feats listed and the crew both remaining and lost. People died under his command. So did he. None of this made sense, but it all boiled down to one central point: Cerberus.

Gem interrupted his thoughts, not quite startling him, but enough to snap him to attention. “Gardner. I know him.” He muttered. “Thank you.” He said as he took the tray and started to eat. “Were you assigned to me, Gem?”

❛ no, commander. i am the hades’ computer, her artificial intelligence. i act as a medical assistant for dr. chakwas. i also collect and record information, including tactical information, and i contain knowledge about planets and people. ❜ 

❛ did you find anything in the files to help you, commander? ❜

[cyberkinetic]

heroesmakesacrifices:

For an android, it was rather generous. He appreciated its help so far in jogging his memory, but he couldn’t help but feel like something–or someone–was pulling his chain along. Call it instinct. He would keep up a certain degree of suspicion. “Cerberus sounds familiar, but I can’t place the name.” At the inquiry of his hunger, his hand went to his stomach. There was an audible growl; must have been quite a bit since he ate. “That’d be lovely. I’ll check these logs and see if anything sticks.” He said, gesturing to a nearby holo-pad.

❛ of course, commander. ❜ there’s a dip of her head, and she eases back on the heel of a high boot, and turns to leave. the doors of his quarters quietly whirr open and close behind her, leaving him in the silent confines of his private space. his quarters are generous, with a large window looking out onto the vastness of space, like his own private view of the stars. half an hour later, gem came back in with a covered tray, which she put down on his desk. 

❛ dinner, courtesy of mess sergeant gardner.  ❜