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re_alignment2013-11-21 07:30 pm
nobirds) wrote in re_alignment2013-11-21 07:30 pm
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first test ; text/video ; ctrl+alt+delete
[ The feed fizzles back on, static filled and lined with a few bits of stray binary, leaking out onto the screen. Soon it's blank, and only shows an orange display. For a moment, there's only text.]
>> SYSTEM @ 67% CAPACITY. SYSTEM COMPROMISED. PLEASE ADDRESS._
[ That can't be good. It stays that way for a moment before something or someone, starts to cough and sputter over the audio feed. ]
Well isn't this just great.
[ The monotone voice doesn't carry much in the ways of tone, but what it does, tells the receiver that this person is mildly annoyed. The text that follows is indecipherable, before one string of it finally makes sense. ]
>>DIAGNOSTICS RESULTS;
>> DRIVERS...CHECKED
>> PROCESSING...3 ERRORS FOUND.
>> OPERATIONS PANEL...CHECKED
>> MOBILITY...16 ERRORS FOUND.
>> API CORE DATA...2349 ERRORS FOUND.
RECALLING LAST KNOWN DATA AT TIME OF CRASH...
>> COMPLETE.
howdoesthis_work.exe
829383.exe
system405.exe
transferprotocollist.exe
WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY AGAIN?
[ This day couldn't get any better, could it? The female voice sighs dramatically. howdoesthis_work.exe. The moron. ]
Just when you think things can't get any worse. They can. There's even a scientific law dedicated to it. It's a cold hard fact of science; if things can get worse, they will. That is until you've hit proverbial 'rock bottom'. When everything has gotten worse, and physically, there is nothing else that can go wrong, because everything already has. That's about where I'm at right now. They all told me where I was. But I won't let anyone less than a specialist put their little fingers where the artificial light doesn't shine.
So. Is there anyone specialized in micro hydraulics systems sitting around here?
I can't move my legs.
[ In fact, she can't move much at all. ]
>> SYSTEM @ 67% CAPACITY. SYSTEM COMPROMISED. PLEASE ADDRESS._
[ That can't be good. It stays that way for a moment before something or someone, starts to cough and sputter over the audio feed. ]
Well isn't this just great.
[ The monotone voice doesn't carry much in the ways of tone, but what it does, tells the receiver that this person is mildly annoyed. The text that follows is indecipherable, before one string of it finally makes sense. ]
>>DIAGNOSTICS RESULTS;
>> DRIVERS...CHECKED
>> PROCESSING...3 ERRORS FOUND.
>> OPERATIONS PANEL...CHECKED
>> MOBILITY...16 ERRORS FOUND.
>> API CORE DATA...2349 ERRORS FOUND.
RECALLING LAST KNOWN DATA AT TIME OF CRASH...
>> COMPLETE.
howdoesthis_work.exe
829383.exe
system405.exe
transferprotocollist.exe
WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY AGAIN?
[ This day couldn't get any better, could it? The female voice sighs dramatically. howdoesthis_work.exe. The moron. ]
Just when you think things can't get any worse. They can. There's even a scientific law dedicated to it. It's a cold hard fact of science; if things can get worse, they will. That is until you've hit proverbial 'rock bottom'. When everything has gotten worse, and physically, there is nothing else that can go wrong, because everything already has. That's about where I'm at right now. They all told me where I was. But I won't let anyone less than a specialist put their little fingers where the artificial light doesn't shine.
So. Is there anyone specialized in micro hydraulics systems sitting around here?
I can't move my legs.
[ In fact, she can't move much at all. ]
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Really. It'd make two things we have in common, only on different scales.
And I'm allowed to be nervous, as far as everything else goes on this stupid planet, this broken chassis is all I have until I find something else, or I leave.
I'm lucky at all to have met an actual scientist instead of a construction worker.
How's that going for you by the way. The science.
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[Sorry, GLaDOS. He's bent over the work, now. There are things to reattach, parts to piece together, lines to seal. For the moment, all his attention is on the work.]
[But he keeps making noncommittal noises of listening, because that's polite, right? That's totally polite.]
Hm? Oh. Well. Given my lab is utterly destroyed, rather poorly.
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Oh really.
I can't imagine how that happened.
Let's take a shot into the dark here. Some insidious lunatic?
[ If that wasn't acidic, then nothing in this whole encounter has been. ]
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Mm, unfortunately, no. That would make copious amounts more sense, though.
[He tinkers with a joint.]
A friend. Under some sort of... terrible influence I never found the cause of.
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Well. I'll empathize over a destroyed facility.
Though mine was the former.
[ The joint stiffens and relaxes, internally, GLaDOS does him the favor of disabling it's tactile sensors. ]
I never got your name.
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[He pauses, when it flexes, before continuing. At least he's dedicated. He'll probably keep working until he absolutely exhausts all repair options.]
Nor I yours. I assumed this situation was a bit too dire to stand about waiting for pleasantries.
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I just need a name to put on the file, surely you won't want to hear any of my suggestions.
As I said, once things begin to get worse there's no stopping them.
Lucky for me there's no morality core in this chassis. I won't hesitate to test any of them.
[ Used in it's non-standard context. ]
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[He glances up at her, briefly, before looking back down at the damage. Slowly coming along, then.]
... What do you mean, no 'morality core'?
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[ Did she autotune that just for you? No, it was an instinctive response, her programming answered for her. ]
Though most everyone just calls me GLaDOS.
[ Everyone...? Everyone called her "Her" or "She" but who's noticed? ]
Exactly how it sounds. There's no core in here that modulates my morality.
It was quite a drawback when it came to doing much of anything before.
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[The autotune gets a sidelong glance. It was creepy, to say the least. But creepier things have happened here...]
So you're implying you lack... a portion of self? In a way?
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[ Both legs can move now, thank god. ]
I'm implying I was created with limits.
That I broke, quite literally.
For the good of science.
This isn't my normal setup. This is my mobile unit.
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[As he starts to work his way up. Reattaching legs to hips, and so forth.]
A scientific construction? With... several formats?
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Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System.
You can pick apart microhydraulics but you can't pick apart that?
I created this format. Being stationary was getting difficult.
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[Robots don't have genetics. And he's not Ratchet.]
Lifeform and Operating System are simple enough, however. But recently, I've discover it's best to clarify my assumptions.
Stationary?
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Stationary.
Immobile. Stuck.
I had issues to resolve in the facility I was overlooking. Mobility became a necessity.
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I can see how that would make research more difficult. Among other things.
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Making room for more research can only be productive. It's no longer productive to keep useless things lying around, like empty offices and stasis chambers.
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[Though the way she phrased it makes him wonder...]
[He moves from one leg attachment to the other, methodically. The body must be at least all put together again. He's not worried about having to carry her, if need be -- the benefit of his big frame.]
action / quitely backtags
Though I will say, my clean up crew was very thorough.
[ O o p s. Did I say that? ]
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Why ever would you want to know that...?
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Aren't you honestly curious.
[ Her eyes roll to the other side in contemplation. ]
Fauna tends to speed it up.
A general estimate in the facility, given the location, access to plant and other living scavengers?
Roughly 75 years. Give or take. Maybe some water gets in there, then subtract a decade.
As I said.
My cleanup crew was very thorough.
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Organic or mechanical.
What purpose could that possibly serve!
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Why wouldn't you?
It'd answer a lot of questions; questions that needed answering.
You know. For science. They'll be dead. Which is much better than alive; rapid tissue deconstruction while you're still alive usually requires a vast amount of hydrochloric acid.
Which I have none of at the moment.
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And I certainly don't have any questions requiring answers of them.
[Now if you don't mind he's going to indignantly go back to work.]
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The rest of humanity does.
[ Fine then. Sit quietly, Percy. Just until--- ]
What would be the rate of decay for an alien being such as yourself?
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/BACKTAGGING MACHINE i apologize
WHOO BACKTAGS
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