#au: android

[elsannafervor]

(Remember me? The AI AU Anon? ;) ) Android Anna falls in love with the stars, the planets, the moon. She likens Elsa to the moon, with it's quiet beauty, and ethereal glow. As they stand on the roof of the lab with the telescope Elsa brought, she stares at the scientist's skin, pale and ghostly, almost. Beautiful. Anna looks at her own, covered in freckles like the sky and its stars. She wants to wrap around Elsa like the night sky to the moon.

( :D )

When Anna searches her memory banks, one of the first instances of true feeling comes from looking up at the stars, and seeing herself up there. The wonder never truly leaves. Finding Elsa in the night sky brings it back times a million.

(That isn’t the precise measurement, but humans are encouraged to be imprecise about the strength of their emotions. What Elsa makes her feel goes far off her preset charts anyway, so she thinks this is a lesson she’ll be a master of in no time.

(Practice is encouraged in Annas.))

Like all of the wonderful things of the world, she tries to share her observations with Elsa, but before she can get to the night, and the stars that the beautiful moon shares it with, Elsa finds something different.

If she’s the moon, she tells her, that makes Anna her sun.

That is not what Anna meant at all. 

But maybe Elsa’s just better at metaphors, because when she says it, Anna can feel her heating coils bring the sun to life inside of her.

[this-side-of-paradise]

//TRNR 333 series 5, second line. //

//Continued with @shootie// As soon as the little robot whirred back to life, Tory took a step back, giving a small whoop and twirling around in victory. Of course, as the son of the leading climatologist in LaRousse City, Tory could simply asked for any companion android, and the child certainly was friends with quite a few of the service bots around the city. But, after finding this poor thing lying abandoned, seemingly almost completely unused, just outdated, Tory… couldn't have not taken him in. “Initiate activation procedure! Skip the registration protocol, tech support will not be necessary.” Despite the formal, almost computerized phrasing, Tory's voice was brimming with excitement. “Run a systems check! I can fix up whatever's malfunctioning. Or my dad can! I have to show you to him, he said I wouldn't be able to activate you, since it's years past the deactivation date for your series!”

[elsannafervor]

(Might as well have my anon name shortened to AAA) AI AU: Anna, especially with Elsa's Home Network, finds electronics fascinating. Humans can't communicate with electronics like she can(since she pretty much is one), and while she and Elsa are out for a walk about the town, they pass by an electronics store. Anna pauses to say hi to every single piece of tech. Elsa finds it endearing.

Elsa finds all of Anna endearing. Her notes continue to go through more rounds of editing than any project she’s ever faced before in order to bring some semblance of objectivity back to the surface.

It does matter that Anna has grasped the importance of social interaction, and it is very interesting that she’s applying it so adeptly to her own circles of influence. The sparkle in her eyes is a testament to her engineers’ fine craftsmanship. The ease of her smile is proof that Elsa’s coaching in facial expressions has had profound effect.

There doesn’t really need to be pages upon pages gushing about all of that, and Elsa doesn’t understand how it keeps happening. Making her work concise and accessible used to come so naturally…

[btsficfinds]

i can't remember if it was a drabble or a fic but i remember that it was a robot au and i think the member was jungkook but he had a bug in his system and went murderous on y/n and he was choking her, and he wouldn't snap out of it until she said i love u,, and he was really upset and crying over it. i hope this is descriptive enough.

hi, this sounds like part 4 of hot bot by @httpjeon

-admin rumu

[elsannafervor]

AI AU: Despite having some of the most advanced processors, chipsets, and software suites imaginable, Anna doesn't quite get the concepts of luck or good fortune. Sometimes, though, when she considers the fate of the previous series of androids, when she calculates the odds of Elsa deciding to focus on Unit #4 or #6 instead of her all those months ago, when she compares her experiences to the uploaded data of the other units and their handlers in the central database, she gets an inkling.

Anna is more than familiar with statistics. It seems like a very simple thing to point to the one in a million chance of a good thing happening, find a situation where said good thing occurred, and explain how that puts it in the category of good luck.

Many things about Anna’s learning process are simple.

This is not one of those things.

The consistent barrier is that whenever Elsa points to an unlikely thing that happened–well, it happened. Reality is reality. Doesn’t that make it irrelevant what the numbers said?

Doesn’t that make the good things… inevitable?

Doesn’t that make them inevitable?

It’s almost hurtful to find out that the answer is “No.” To the point that the involved parties approve of Elsa never having the nerve to say that out loud.

They were closer to impossible. Way, way closer. Computers with half Anna’s processing power wouldn’t even bother getting to the decimal point where they weren’t.

Then reality let them happen anyway.

(The word, Anna understands for the first time, is lucky.)

[elsannafervor]

AI AU - I just read this article that proves that we have a long way to go (or a short distance, depending if the Terminator or Matrix are your end goals) of having reliable AI in the real world. [www bbc com/news/technology-35890188] Elsa would certainly be pleased that her attempts at teaching Anna were much more successful than this. I certainly don't want a Dark AI AU but it makes me wonder how Anna might react to discovering previous, failed attempts at producing a functional AI.

AI’s very established in this world. Anna’s humanity is what’s brand new.

And as careful as all of the published papers are not to mention magic triumphs of the android heart or any of the other besotted messages Elsa had to edit out, there’s no doubt that it is purely the wonderful accident of Anna being Anna.

That doesn’t stop Anna from thanking her, naturally. Or finding inspiration in everything Elsa does.

So when she starts asking for Elsa’s notes and striking up curiously lengthy conversations with the home network, it’s to be expected that the next accident isn’t one at all.

[elsannafervor]

(Not to steal that wonderful anon's thunder but) AI au: Anna doesn't know what to make of the phrase "Have your cake and eat it too." They weren't talking about cake. Why wouldn't she be able to eat it, robot body aside? Do humans suffer from some cruel twist of fate where they have to choose between having cake or eating it? Needless to say, Elsa's notes provide a rather interesting read, gushing over Anna's intro to idioms. She also has no idea what to do with all the cake in her house.

The first cake appears without explanation.

Having been semi-successfully banned from certain of Anna’s mechanical checkups, Elsa is all on her lonesome to receive the bakery box that shows up on their doorstep.

With more pressing things in mind, like what will happen if they find something wrong with Anna, the cake goes in the fridge and is forgotten.

(In a rare research failure, she completely misses Anna’s careful inspection of the new, very untouched, box in the fridge when she returns home.)

The second and third cakes show up at work. Elsa’s name is on the order, but she has her doubts that she’s even heard of the providing bakery. They are generously donated to the lab break room.

Elsa misses getting a slice. She’s too busy running over the possible selections for Anna’s next media exposure.

(In another unobserved development, Anna starts to wonder if there really is some human rule about not being allowed to eat cake that belongs to you.)

The next cake that arrives at the house has Anna’s name on it.

Making it Anna’s. Obviously.

(Anna would wonder if Elsa doesn’t like cake, but reasons that her handler is too Elsa to sustain such a flaw.)

By the time the next cake shows up, Elsa has determined that the home network is regularly borrowing her credit card. The why is an absolute mystery, so she asks Anna if she knows what’s going on.

(From what Anna knows of science, telling the subject what the experiment is is either done at the start or after it’s over, but this is her first attempt. The rules aren’t completely clear.

From what she knows of Elsa, the look of pure delight on her face when the experiment is explained means that was exactly what she was supposed to do.)

They pick out the next one together. As per tradition, more of it ends up on their faces than in her mouths. By that point, Anna understands the idiom perfectly, and nothing like looking at Elsa in that moment, feelings bright and alive inside her circuitry, would come closer to explaining how perfectly wrong it is.

[elsannafervor]

AI au: Sometimes the sensors inside of Anna are a little too sensitive. Sometimes Elsa does one little, tiny thing and then suddenly Anna's emergency shut down triggers and Elsa starts panicking and everything is terrible until Anna restarts. Anna wakes up to a hyperventilating Elsa, and holds her tight, to her chest, and lets her synthetic heart beat slow and strong, until Elsa's pulse matches her own.

Anna doesn’t come with very specific medical protocols. She’s a research unit, never expected to leave the lab (…), so a lot of standard first aid features were deemed unnecessary.

Going by what she is installed with, her first reaction should have been to call for help.

Going by everything she knows about her handler, and every circuit that works to make her Anna instead of Unit #5, the only possible reaction is to give Elsa the warmest hug imaginable until she’s okay.

Elsa’s mortified by all of it, and really does try very hard to apologize. Also to not accidentally stay in Anna’s arms for the rest of eternity. She’s on the clock.

She tries.

But Anna just keeps holding her close, warding off the secondary panic, and says, “What are friends for?” so sincerely that it’s easy to forget she’s borrowing a quote from their last movie night.

Elsa reconsiders. She’s not going anywhere.

Fortunately, neither is Anna.