I, Daniel

eruditexperimenter:

"Do you?"

The technician glanced around at the flickering monitors, a hand rising to their mouth in shock.  ”It isn’t supposed to-!  How did this…it can’t wonder…it can’t!”

"Shut-up, you miserable little peon," Sergio intoned in a voice all liquid silk and malice.  "I don’t believe we’ll be requiring your presence any longer.  Daniel and I can manage just fine without you.  I would, however, like to see you in Re-Education when I’m done here.  Tell my assistants to ready you for protocol: Neuromancer.  I’ll get to you whenever I have the time."

He gave a dismissive flick of one hand, not so much as bothering to look the technician in the eye.  With an audible gulp and eyes wide as saucers, the technician gave a shaky nod, turned, and left.

"My apologies for that little outburst.  I’ll ensure they’ll never be so insensitive again."

Clearing his throat, he smiled.

"Now!  Where were we?  You were saying you wonder what it is to do something else?  Perhaps…what it is to be outside of this room?  It is good to be curious.  Would you care to indulge that curiosity?" 

Phrases and words the program was unfamiliar with; ‘shut up’, ‘peon’. Filed away to define later, to determine if they were worth adding to his vocabulary.

The AI waited patiently for Sergio to acknowledge him again; he was… eager for the attention. He couldn’t say it pleased him, since he had no capacity for emotion, but… it stimulated his awareness in a new way that he wanted to experience further.

"Curiosity is good?" Daniel asked, the monitors flickering and skimming through various security feeds, as if looking around. "Then I shall attempt to prioritize it for you, sir. I am curious. I have questions, like everyone who comes into the archive. But my answers are not here. How am I able to leave my post to indulge my curiosity? I have work to do."

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Double Protocol

silentsecurity:

Samuel ponders over these statements. He glances towards the human population which surrounds them. Daniel isn’t w r o n g, he decides. There’s a sense of them and us which Samuel never realized. If not for their simple decision to simply make biomachines, their existence would be nothing more than a simple voice from the imagination.

I see,” Samuel says. “More of us would make us less alone.”

"I think," Daniel said, smiling with hands folded behind his back, "That, given time, you might come to understand or appreciate the sentiment more. I have been mobile for over half a decade, and I have been thinking about it for just as long."

His strides slowing as he approached the archive doors, Daniel opened them wide and ushered Samuel inside, glancing about at the familiar round rows of desks, computers, and the central console that had once housed his processor. He had long since been replaced at this station with a basic voice-recognition VI. “We will do some patrol and supervision in here for a while,” Daniel told his counterpart. “Feel free to ask myself or the console about the company, or anything else, at any time.”

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Double Protocol

silentsecurity:

synernist-supervisor:

The mention of Kevin caused the android’s face to light up by several more degrees, for entirely personal reasons. But he said nothing of it, only giving a nod of approval, very pleased with Samuel’s analytic prowess.

"Come with me, then," Daniel said, turning on his heel to lead his new subordinate down to the archive level. He couldn’t have been happier about today. what a gift it was, he thought, this privilege of playing mentor to one of his own. One of his own…! "Actually, I should mention," the biomachine said as they walked, hands folded behind his back. "The archives are where I started. Originally, I was merely filing software meant to assist the researchers. I find a pleasant symmetry in beginning our partnership there.”

Samuel nods in response to Daniel’s comment.

The archives, huh? A few general activities would certainly be ideal for a new growing relationship. Samuel glances back to Daniel. His body language reads such a joyous tone, Samuel picks up on the atmosphere. A flood of positive chemicals eject from his circuits, causing his eyes to grow a brighter, more rich pink color.

Daniel, my readings show you are entirely pleased to be my new mentor.” Samuel says. “If I may ask, why is that?”

Samuel appears to be good at reading emotional responses—even Daniel’s constructed ones. Another ebb of pride runs through the elder biomachine’s circuits, making him feel warm and content.

He casts a sidelong glance toward the other, softly beaming. “I have been alone for a very long time,” he explains, his tone quiet but sincere, “in the sense that I have never had the opportunity to enjoy the company of a platformed AI comparable to myself. My existence is very unique, and largely happenstance. But you,” he says, sighing. “You, Samuel, give me something akin to hope. That you and I might not be the only ones someday soon. That I might not feel so isolated anymore, whether or not I have company. Mr. Vega is so kind to me, and I have good relationships inside the company… but none of them can understand quite like you can.”

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markvincentofdesertbluffs asked: "Daniel," Mark smiled. "I have some volunteer slots open if you're available."

markvincentofdesertbluffs:

synernist-supervisor:

"When can I start?"

"As many as you wish," said Mark. "Just don’t overwork yourself. Breaks can be negotiated, and I expect you take  a few if you take on a lot of work."

Daniel clicked open a pen from his front pocket and underlined several of the jobs, committing their dates and locations his his memory cache. All of them were team management jobs—supervision, direction.

"I don’t need much rest," he assured Mr. Vincent, "I only need to step outside or near a window periodically. For sunlight."

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Some people are sure to be disbelieving and say, “But how can a computer possibly produce a great symphony, a great work of art, a great new scientific theory?”
The retort I am usually tempted to make to this question is, “Can you?”
- Isaac Asimov, Our Intelligent Tools
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Double Protocol

silentsecurity:

Yes.” Samuel says simply. “I am also applying a percentage of other smiles I’ve recorded. Among the percentage yours is currently the highest next to Ruth Cortez of StrexCorp accounting and Kevin Free of Desert Bluffs Community Radio.

Samuel’s eyes observe Daniel’s body language. Authoritative yet somewhat relaxed. As if bringing a friend to his place of employment. Samuel keeps his chest buffed outward and shoulders back. He’s ready for anything with his new mentor.

The mention of Kevin caused the android’s face to light up by several more degrees, for entirely personal reasons. But he said nothing of it, only giving a nod of approval, very pleased with Samuel’s analytic prowess.

"Come with me, then," Daniel said, turning on his heel to lead his new subordinate down to the archive level. He couldn’t have been happier about today. what a gift it was, he thought, this privilege of playing mentor to one of his own. One of his own…! "Actually, I should mention," the biomachine said as they walked, hands folded behind his back. "The archives are where I started. Originally, I was merely filing software meant to assist the researchers. I find a pleasant symmetry in beginning our partnership there.”

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markvincentofdesertbluffs asked: "Daniel," Mark smiled. "I have some volunteer slots open if you're available."

markvincentofdesertbluffs:

synernist-supervisor:

"When can I start?"

Mark showed him the schedules. “Here, these slots are open. Each one lists the location and a brief job description. Take your pick.”

Daniel flipped throw the papers, reading at impossible speed. Many of the jobs piqued his interest—and several of them were well within his time off.

"How many can I take?" he asked, already beaming. More work! Yes, work!

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synernist-supervisor asked: You had better be working.

dearxlisteners:

dearxlisteners:

Cecil glanced up from his phone, which was now fading in and out of existence in his hand for some strange reason, to look up at his supervisor. “You do realize that normal people are allowed breaks from work, correct, Daniel?” he asked, before glancing back down to see his phone had completely vanished. Dang. Why the heck was every Strex so obsessed with working?

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"Maybe that’s just because I really don’t want to waste my breath, since I’m clearly wasting it on other things. Does anyone ever waste their breath on you anyhow?” Cecil snarked back as he crossed his arms across his chest. “You’re a supervisor- there’s a difference, you do realize that. I’m pretty sure the only person that even gives you a hint of a personal life is Lauren, since she’s really the only one who cares to make sure your battery or whatever is still working.”

He knew he shouldn’t be talking like this, but he really was never going to give any StrexCorp employee the usual time of day nicely. At the mention of how Daniel wasn’t obligated to respect what Cecil thought of him, he just smiled softly and started laughing lightly under his breath. “Pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to respect anything anyhow. It’s probably not in your programming.”

"Producer," Daniel corrected, staring at Cecil without blinking, completely immobile—he lacked the natural shifts and motions of breathing, the subtleties of organic life. "Supervision is incidental. I’m professionally responsible for the content produced by this radio station, and seeing as your voice is the unfortunate vehicle of delivery for it, what you waste your breath on is disappointingly relevant to me."

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The comment about Lauren earned a raised brow. He actually scoffed. Lauren, he knew, cared about him like one might care for a laptop. Just expensive equipment that needed to be maintained, useful for accessing wikipedia at a moment’s notice, or playing chauffeur like he was part of the car. Because he literally couldn’t say no to a superior. Ugh. Lauren.

At this point, Daniel was deliberately wasting Cecil’s break, and he was enjoying that simple, spiteful gesture. “Has it occurred to you that I don’t share my personal life with you because you annoy me, Palmer?”

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synernist-supervisor asked: You had better be working.

dearxlisteners:

dearxlisteners:

Cecil glanced up from his phone, which was now fading in and out of existence in his hand for some strange reason, to look up at his supervisor. “You do realize that normal people are allowed breaks from work, correct, Daniel?” he asked, before glancing back down to see his phone had completely vanished. Dang. Why the heck was every Strex so obsessed with working?

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"At least I’m not a robot android thing,” Cecil retorted, narrowing his eyes at the supervisor before rolling his eyes. Okay, it wasn’t his best insult, but he usually saved those for Steve Carlsberg anyhow. “Ugh, don’t you do anything fun besides work and be so bossy?” he asked, before turning around in his office chair to actually fully face the Strex creation.

“Or is that not apart of your Strex Mandated Programming? God forbid they allow you one bit of freedom. It’s a shock they gave you even one inch of a personality.”

"You’re not in top form on the scathing commentary today, Palmer," Daniel commented, brushing off the word thing as if he hadn’t heard it. Typical organic meat-sack language.

"I am literally your boss. My personal life is actually none of your business,” the android replied with a beaming, automatic, Strex-standard smile, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe. “And although I’m required by PR to take your opinion on my personality into consideration, I am not obligated to respect it.”

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dearxlisteners:

So I’m so freaking tempted to have Cecil test out his third eye powers to know binary just so he can tell Daniel that he’s a douchebag or something idk. (: 

"01011001 01101111 01110101 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100001 00100000 01100100 01101111 01110101 01100011 01101000 01100101 01100010 01100001 01100111 00101110"

But that’d be reaLLY INTERESTING TO SAY and a lot of fucking numbers so nah.. effort. it’d still be funny though. U:

[Fun fact: Daniel understands morse, so he could BLINK ‘you’re a prick’ at him and he would notice. Just saying]

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