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| Accessing Protocols; Function/Danger | |
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| Topic Started: May 24 2012, 01:20 AM (400 Views) | |
| Sarah Vale | May 24 2012, 01:20 AM Post #1 |
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May 17, 9:30AM Makeshift Danger Room, in the Utopia Complex So much had changed, so many questions that needed to be answered, problems that needed to be solved. The shields, the gates, the people…Sarah was good with technology, but she wasn’t always the most social of teenagers. To those who knew her, it was common knowledge that she could almost always be found around the technology in the complex. Everyone was questioning what was going on, and Sarah didn’t have any answers. Technology didn’t ask her questions about life and death, or troubles in the world. Sarah had gotten up early, eaten breakfast, tinkered with her robots – Shoe was still scuffed and dented from defending against the dinosaur invasion in April – before making her way into the Danger Room. The trip into the wilderness, to the generators, had ended with Scott bringing back the AI, installing it into the Danger Room, where it was confined. Sarah had met it briefly before, but this morning there was an idea forming. She’d heard about the robotic ‘bodies’ that the defense system had formed, the physical manifestation of an electronic entity, and that had made her wonder – was this system used to being in such a form? The tiny electronic voice in her mind still sounded almost scarily like Scott, but was it supposed to? So Sarah had marched into the Danger Room, greeting the usual systems brightly, before plopping herself on the floor, back leaning against one wall. She probably looked like an idiot, cargos all shredded at the cuffs, a toolkit spread across her lap, fiddling with a screwdriver absently. Her consciousness was everywhere in the room, slipping into systems and checking the machinery, easily finding and recognizing the addition to the room – a presence that was different than the technology she was used to, yet similar enough to make her smile. “Hey. Function, right?” Her voice was quiet, and although she spoke out loud, the question was translated into the binary coding of technology. She continued speaking aloud, not because she had to, but because from what she had heard, this technology responded to voice recognition as well. Of course, whether it would understand her conversational speech patterns remained to be seen, but Sarah wasn’t one to give orders, even to technology. “So, I’ve been thinking. I heard you had a physical representation of yourself, where they found you, and I was wondering if you’d prefer that, as opposed to being, uhm, a room.” With a thought, a panel slid open, one of the metallic dummies used during training shuffling forward. It wasn’t fancy, but if Function was used to maintaining itself in a form, perhaps it would help. “It’s not much, but I can modify it to fit you, if you like. Probably won’t be as advanced as you’re used to, but it should do the job.” Sarah had flown in the Phoenix Flight, and she was well acquainted with the cannibalized technology they had used within the temple…But a part of her felt almost shy, conversing with the AI. It was so unlike any normal technology that her natural curiosity had kicked in, finding herself unable to stop poking at the technology. But this Function, it was so advanced, that Network found herself pausing, unwilling to intrude into the system without permission. So she spoke, and suggested, and waited for a response. |
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| Danger | May 25 2012, 10:35 AM Post #2 |
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There seemed to be no change in the Danger Room's configuration, but the echo of Scott's voice filtered through the advanced systems of the room, yet still stilted and monotonous due to the extreme higher processing of the Function/Danger Programming. "Designate: Vale, Sarah-- Alternate Identification Network. Authorized interaction? Searching for File... Authorization order found. Summers, Scott, signatory." The room was quiet for a moment, and then Danger said, "Systems are active and request for unlocking of biosphere shield is processing. Overriding prime directive is not a simple matter. Designate Cyclops has been rebuilding Function's subset and secondary directives, but external readings have not changed and outdoor analysis continues to read in danger levels. Function remains offline. Danger Systems are primary systems at present time. Designate Network, you may call me Danger. System will respond to that designation." Perhaps only Sarah would be able to hear the whirring and the humming and the buzzing of electricity and lines of code transforming into action and inaction. "Designate Network, you are different from Designate Cyclops. Your interaction is ... different. Designate Cyclops is efficient but superficial. Focused on mechanics, on programming codes. Designate Cyclops sees razor straight action reaction, method matter means. Designate Network, you are... less easy to understand. You are in my systems... Is Designate Network biosynthetic?" Pausing for a long moment, Danger within the Danger Room, turned the holographic simulator's systems on the primitive robot, upgrade designs already beginning to generate. But then the Artificial Intelligence halted and Danger said, "Designate Network, query if I may. Designate Cyclops does not move beyond programming, asking only for a singular result, the unlocking of the Biosphere shielding. Designate Network inquires about creating something for Danger. Query... Why does Network.... *accessing language storage* Why does Network care?'" |
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| Sarah Vale | May 26 2012, 01:07 AM Post #3 |
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Sarah was used to receiving odd looks from humans. People inevitably walked in on her talking to technology, think she was weird, stare at her…Really, by now that was normal, and she didn’t mind it so much. Technology almost always welcomed her with open circuits, finding her as interesting as she found them. But this advanced system, so amazingly intricate, she had to wonder if it had ever come into contact with someone like herself. Had there been technopaths in the race that had built Function? The vocal response to her entrance still sounded like Scott, if a very altered version of him, and the brunette raised her eyebrows at the authorization. But she smiled after a moment. “Danger it is, then.” Listening to the rundown of the system’s diagnostics, she nodded, spinning the thin screwdriver from her kit absently between her fingers. Overriding the Danger protocols was one thing, but perhaps they needed to focus on what was causing such an action. Drawing her brows down in a frown at the analysis results, pausing to glance up, as if able to picture Danger there. “Danger, do you know why the analysis reads in the danger levels?” There had to be a reason for these protocols to have gone into place. The pause in the system caused Network to tilt her head thoughtfully, because obviously Danger was considering something, and when the system finally spoke, the teenager grinned. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had a piece of technology mention such a thing – not so plainly. Oh, some things showed interest, but the majority of them weren’t advanced enough to truly question it. They simply accepted that she was one of them, of a sort. Sarah smiled, allowing her powers to flow into Danger’s systems without altering anything, merely allowing the system to investigate the connection. “I’m not biosynthetic – I’m a mutant. Homo superior,” Opening her mind to the connection, Sarah sent Danger information about the mutant race. What they were, the genetic mutations, and facts about her own gift. “I’m a technopath – I can communicate with and control technology.” She could already see the designs the system had for the robot she had brought forward, glad that Danger had liked her idea. “Query away, Danger.” She responded amiably, although she looked a bit surprised at the question. She supposed it was a valid question – Danger was likely used to those who merely used her for what she was intended, and while Sarah could do that, she had always taken a friendlier approach to technology. “Ah…Well,” Frowning thoughtfully, she looked around the room with a shrug. “It’s what I do. Most people, they see technology as a tool. Used for a specific purpose, nothing more, nothing less. But to me, technology is just as alive as anything. If there’s a problem, something that needs fixing, I want to be able to help, because while a human can say what’s wrong, technology can’t. I hear them, understand them, so I figure it’s my responsibility to talk for them.” She pointed at the robot with her screwdriver. “You’re an amazingly advanced system, created for a purpose, used for that purpose. But you were created with certain functions – a physical representation, which my friends unfortunately disconnected you from. If you are to function properly, then you should be represented as you choose, in order to do so.” The brunette frowned, turning to glance at the robot curiously. “If that makes any sense.” |
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| Danger | May 26 2012, 07:30 AM Post #4 |
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“Danger, do you know why the analysis reads in the danger levels?” Network asked, and Danger did not hesitate. "Creator Corruption," it responded, simply, "Reclamation protocols were activated outside the biosphere. Outside the shielding the environment will soon be readjusted to suit the Creators, as they now are. The current life status will be reset to base levels, those who cannot adapt will be eradicated, and those who can will be converted to Creator purpose. The Biosphere is to remain untouched, a storehouse of earlier lifeforms in case of global catastrophe. It is Danger's purpose. To protect the sample. Designate Collective: X-Men were not to be in the Biosphere. It is contamination but analysis suggests contamination is containable and not in need of annihilative cleansing. Also... I find Designate Collective: X-Men to be... *accessing language storage* ... interesting." Network explained mutants and in specific her own mutation and Danger processed this information, "Very interesting. Designate: Network is an anomaly. Danger is an anomaly. Sentience was not preprogrammed. It was... an adaptation. It is difficult. I have been alone for enough cycle passings to have formulated new directional paths. Query: Does that make Danger a mutant? It is something unconsidered before. It is unclear if this is an enhancement or if system is in need of reboot." Danger contemplated the robot again, "Creators, the Nuwali, were insectoid. Danger should have a similar appearing form to act as a casing... but... I am not what they envisioned. I would like to choose my form." A sudden light arced from the Danger Room sensors, and ran over Network's form, analyzing it. Query: Is Designate: Network's form pleasing? It is different from Designate: Cyclops. There is less muscle tone and more body fat, but not in a detrimental way. Species: Human has two distinct forms. Is Mutation deviancy equally divided?" |
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| Sarah Vale | May 27 2012, 03:48 AM Post #5 |
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The idea that there was someone out there, someone who had control over this biosphere hidden within the depths of an icy tundra. Someone who created this little world within a world, who was watching over it…It was unusual. More importantly, what Danger was talking about was the outside world. She was saying that the world was being reset, and that the Savage Land was to be maintained as a…A genetic memory bank of life on Earth. This was way more intricate that Network had thought – and her eyebrows rose in surprise at the recitation. Although it was nice to know that Danger didn’t think they were in need of annihilation. “I’m glad of that…But you’re saying that the danger isn’t within the biosphere, but actually in the world itself?” That worried her even more, because that meant there was a bigger problem than them being stuck in a prehistoric jungle. What could have endangered the world so much that some race had decided to eradicate it? Frowning, she glanced up, before smiling slightly at Danger’s description of herself. Obviously, the program had not been meant to evolve, but it seemed as though that was exactly what had happened. “I suppose you could qualify as a mutant, if not an organic one. A deviation in your original programming doesn’t mean you need a reboot, it simply means you have advanced.” Danger was still upholding what her programming told her, which indicated that her evolved sentience was more natural than unnatural. Watching as the scans flicked across the ambiguous robot form, reading the designs as they altered and changed, the brunette grinned. “I think that’s appropriate,” She replied to the mention of Danger choosing a form. Anyone else might have jumped at suddenly being scanned, but Network felt the shift in attention, tilting her head as she waited for an explanation. The question, however, managed to make the girl blush, more from surprise than any embarrassment over the clinical assessment. Nodding, she sent information on human anatomy, physiology, and mutations through the connection with the AI. “It is; mutation can occur in males and females, with genetic anomalies and the effects of mutation appearing randomly in each case. As far as I’m aware, there’s been no breakthroughs in attempting to predict what path a mutation will take in each person, no reason to explain why mutations can be so different for different people. Case in point – my twin sister and I are both mutants, but mine is technopathy, whereas hers is precognition.” Peering at the robot, she tweaked the design image a little bit, showing the holographic image as having a more feminine shape to the body. “If you prefer the female form, we could modify this, and possibly your vocals – you’re still emulating Cyclops, if I’m not mistaken. I can probably help you retune yourself to a more feminine tone, if you’d like.” |
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| Danger | May 28 2012, 05:27 AM Post #6 |
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Network continued to question about the danger outside of the biosphere shield and Danger thought perhaps there would be a better way to illustrate the problem. Accessing the room's holographic emitters, the system projected a globe, large enough that some of the topography of the landscape could be seen. "The Creators... or rather, what they have become, are no longer capable of living in the climate conditions currently active on this planet. The Pangea biosphere is actually much closer to the natural atmosphere, humidity levels, home environment. After the Creators suffered the de-evolution, they abandoned the Pangea Project, but the programming remained." The planet model began to change as the planet was terraformed to a much more primeval climate. "The radio waves will be altered, the frequency of electronics, sonar, radar, all atmospheric signal of any sort, new frequencies, new signals. It is how they will conquer your world... It is what they are now." The image faded and Danger said, "Designate: Network, Pangea biosphere is safe. Designation Collective: X-Men are safe in the Biosphere. Inform Designate: Cyclops that releasing the shields is unadvised." The program was quiet for some moments, and then the monotone voice continued, "Query: Are mutants evolved enough to combat the Creators? Mutation analysis suggests high levels of energetic powers, abnormal physical prowess... I have scanned news banks and file footage. Combat seems natural to Species: Homo Sapiens Superior. Are battle tactics formulated enough for global defense?" Another pause, this one a thoughtful pause. "I think... I would approve of a female form," Danger said, finally. "Query: Designate: Network, is it possible to alter the timbre of my vocal patterns to better emulate a feminine form? Designate: Cyclops has a mental signature most easily recognizable for scanning... *accessing language bank*... telepathically. Language adaptation was modeled on his signature, but... I am not male. I am not female, but... Query: What is definition of male and female beyond sexual characteristics?" |
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| Sarah Vale | May 31 2012, 01:40 AM Post #7 |
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As the technology shifted in the room, displaying the hologram of the world, spinning slowly above the floor, Network leaned forward to eye the intricate definition. An impressive work, and Sarah watched curiously, listening attentively as Danger described the situation. Something had obviously happened to the ones who had created such a miraculous place, something that had caused them to leave this world. It was almost hard to wrap her mind around that thought. But she did, quirking an eyebrow as the hologram morphed, reforming, reshaping, showing the world as a primitive land, a frown pulling her lips down. “So, because they are no longer capable of living on this planet, they’re going to wipe out the population that currently inhabits it, so that they can return?” Sarah had to specify that, because if that was what Danger was talking about…There was no way they could let that happen. In fact, the idea of some other race coming up and deciding such a thing rather irritating. Danger insisted that the biosphere, those of them in it, were safe from this terraforming event, and Network smiled, a bit sadly. “It’s not that easy, Danger. Yeah, we’re here, we’re safe…But not all of us.” Images transferred from Sarah’s mind to the system, the students, friends, family left behind in the world, in danger from what was happening. “We all have friends or family that’s still there, rebuilding what was destroyed.” A few fractured flashes, memories of the destruction of the mansion, which Sarah shared. “To be told that all that will be destroyed, while we hide out, safe in here…It’s unacceptable. Our world has been in danger before, but no matter the danger, we fight for it, because to just lie down and accept such a thing is…We just can’t do it.” Apocalypse tried to tear the world apart, but the X-Men fought to save it. “I wouldn’t say combat is natural, just…A lot of mutants are suited for it, whether they want to be or not. Every one of us has power, but not all of us get trained, or taught responsibility, and it leads to destruction.” She shrugged uncomfortably; the idea of mutants being naturally inclined towards violence was upsetting, but she understood why Danger would assume as much. The question made the brunette hesitate for a moment, before looking up with a smile. “I don’t know. But if we don’t try, then we’ll never know.” And they’d never get a chance to wonder ‘what if’. Danger’s reply questioning her voice tone made the teenager grin, nodding as she regarded the robot shell in front of her, ideas flitting across her mind about how to tune the system to a different speech pattern. The question caused the girl to glance up in surprise, before lifting a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind one ear. “Guess it might depend on who you ask. Some would say, women are more prone to motherly affections, the softer of the genders, that men are harder, less emotional. But I’ve seen women who would tear someone to pieces if the cause called for it, and men who have broken down in tears from the horrors they’ve seen. Nowadays, women and men are equally capable – the only way to define a person is as a singular person, rather than regarding the gender as a whole.” Sarah blushed a bit, before glancing at the robot’s designs once more. “In the classic stereotypical way, I would regard you as female. You are a protector of this place, this biosphere. Created to monitor and keep it safe, like a mother does a child.” |
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| Danger | Jun 4 2012, 09:46 AM Post #8 |
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"Combat is not natural to Homo Sapiens Superior," Danger mused, an almost thoughtful and pitying tone coming to the disembodied voice. "It is natural to what the Creators have become. If you wish to completely destroy a people you must also destroy their dreams. The Skrull will not just conquer your people, they will consume them. Everything that you know, everything that you understand will be gone. I have been alone for millions of years, I saw everything that happened in your world. Much would be lost." A series of images began to appear in the room, as Danger took over the systems, showing the earth as it would be beneath the Skrull. The cities fallen, the people enslaved, the sky itself turned a sickly green with the gas that had been injected into the atmosphere to make it liveable for them. Everywhere the Skrull watched, waited... "I am protector of the biosphere, yes," Danger said as Network explained why she thought it was female, "Designate Collective: X-Men seek to exit biosphere. Danger Program has the capabilities to prevent that. It is... *accessing colloquialism for analysis* for your own good." There was another pause, this one much longer. Then Danger said, "Designate Collective: X-Men are in danger. There is more than Skrulls who are presenting a danger to this facility. Would Network like Danger to eradicate Skrull infiltrators and the virus mutations? It would be a simple process of flooding the living areas with an organophosphorus compound such as [(CH3)2CHO]CH3P(O)F which would cause near immediate death if delivered in high enough volume. It can cause violent seizures though, but if I can synthesize an accompanying dose of an oneirogenic general anaesthetic to put Homo Sapiens Superior into a state of non-responsiveness. Would Designate: Network like Danger to implement eradication protols, just in case?" |
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| Sarah Vale | Jun 7 2012, 01:08 AM Post #9 |
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It was too true that mutants had always seemed battle ready. Sarah wasn’t a fighter, she liked peace more than conflict, but there was simply too much conflict. She hated the idea of fighting, but she’d seen enough now to know that there were times when it was necessary. The Purifiers threatened their lives, Apocalypse threatened the world. Now they were in danger again, and whether or not she liked fighting was not the point. Danger was telling her that these enemies, her creators, they were going to utterly destroy everything she had ever known and loved. She watched the holograms shift and change, but there was no horror on her face, just…Studied interest. They would change everything, destroy everything. Danger insisted there was no way to stop it, but Network wasn’t so sure. “For our good, in here…But not for the good of those outside the biosphere.” She had no doubt that Danger meant it – they were safer in this small section of blocked of jungle. A part of her liked the idea of being safe. But a bigger part knew that she, that the X-Men, they would never buy their own safety, at the cost of the world. Before she could say anything to that point, Danger spoke again, and this time, Sarah narrowed her eyes. It was an option, but the brunette shook her head. “Unnecessary at this time, but I would like you to elaborate on the other dangers. What virus mutations? Is there a way to identify Skrull infiltrators without the need for deadly compounds?” Sarah tapped a fingernail against her lip thoughtfully, because if they could identify those who had snuck in among them as enemies, it would make things easier. After a moment, she shook her head again. “Killing them, while certainly an option, would be disadvantageous – we need information from them. Whether our people are still alive, what their plans are.” Knowing the enemy was important, and now Network looked at the robot, still not housing the Danger program just yet. “If the Skrull created you, do you answer to them? You have obviously evolved from your original directive, whether they planned that or not, and it is clear that you have sentience beyond what your programming called for. But if your creators have returned, even if another form, will you be following their orders, or will you choose your own course of action?” In this question, Sarah did not hesitate, because this was something important. Danger was a strong program, one with full control of the biosphere that currently kept them alive. But if her creators were to order her to eradicate the life forms within, would she do it? It was obvious that the program was far more sentient than her ‘creators’ had planned for – but that didn’t mean that Danger would not revert to her original programming, if called for. |
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