re_alignment | [Video | Location: Alpha Trion’s Temple]

[Across the Link, a new video begins to play. The camera focuses in on what appears to be a rather young woman with two very long, thick braids of blue hair dressed in an outfit that resembles that of a maid. With her hands folded neatly together in front of her apron, arms locked straight at the elbows, she faces directly towards the camera with straight posture and a light smile.]

Excuse me. Please forgive this interruption.

My name is Yuzuki. I have only just arrived, though I still do not fully understand how I came to be in this place.

I am currently seeking further information concerning this location I have been told is called Cybertron, and searching for my owner, Mister Kokubunji Minoru. Having been separated from him, I wish to know whether or not he has come here through the Lambda as well. My master is twelve years old with black hair cut to eye level and has dark brown eyes with light skin. He typically wears a mandarin style jacket and sometimes wears a pair of glasses.

If you have recently seen him, please immediately contact me with further information.

Sir, if you can hear this message, please know that I am searching for you.

Thank you everyone.

[With a forward bow from the hips and her hands sliding downwards against her skirt in the motion, Yuzuki comes up straight after a few seconds to then cut off the wide broadcast transmission.]

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[Yuzuki is rather taken aback by the emotional response her message receives from a being she cannot identify as more than vaguely similar to humans or persocoms. She stalls briefly, but within seconds recovers enough to respond with the same polite tone as in her original message. After two previous responses to the use of the word 'owner', she believes she knows the cause of confusion as it is something she sometimes deals with back home as well.]

I apologize if I have caused any distress. I believe there has been some misunderstanding. I am a persocom unit; a custom model built by Mister Kokubunji himself two years ago.

Edited 2012-10-06 01:25 (UTC)

[That... doesn't make anything better. Cliffjumper grimaces, not sure what to make of that. A drone? Is that even the right word, considering she's apparently of human make.]

You sound a bit too self-aware to be just a drone, and either way that wouldn't make you a thing to be owned.

[He eyes her again as clearly the utterly human "shell" is for... convenience? for the human... user, but what differentiates a "computer" from a "robot", then?]

We've got a few other human-made robots 'round here, but no one owns them.

[It's very hard for Yuzuki to grasp an understanding of why her being considered property is making another upset. All she knows for certain is that she does not like that she has upset someone, and hopes that maybe she can find some way to reassure him that it really is alright.]

I am unaware of what constitutes a 'drone' and I do not know the specifications of the robots produced by humans, so I am unable to make any comparison between myself and them.

Persocoms were created and produced to be useful to humans in many ways. While I have been given greater capabilities than a standard model, I still depend on my master.

[He groans, optics narrowing again. Something doesn't feel right still.]

Usually human-made robots are made for the exact same reason, but as soon as you get A.I, I'd think the border starts to blurr, an' you seems pretty fragging sophisticated!

[Everybody depends on somebody, after all.]

[Her calm gives way to a look of sadness as she responds this time.]

Although I have been given very elaborate programming that allows me to act independently and learn, I do not qualify as an AI, but thank you.

[Hoping to understand better, she decides to ask for more information while regaining her composure.]

Is it the concept of ownership that you find objectionable?

... Wait a slaggin' moment, if ya can act independently an' learn through the programmin' why wouldn't you be an A.I?

[Clliffjumper's not sure at all how to process that, rubbing a hand roughly over the lower half of his face. because what else would an A.I be, other than being able to act independently and learn, while not possessing a spark, to further differentiate it from a simple computer?]

... Uh, yeah. Anyone who's a person and is self-aware has the right to freedom and ain't a thing to be owned!

[There's a frustrated little fling of his hands up in the air as he says this (which does, briefly, make the view blurry since the camera's attached to a computer on his arm...).]

My creator believes that an AI must not be reliant on outside programming while being capable of thinking and acting on its own. Were my main operating system to crash, I would cease to function. This should not occur with an AI.

[It's one of many expectations she fails to live up to as she wished she could.]

I merely sought to clarify, sir. I was not aware whether circumstances had any part and might affect your judgment. Please accept my apologies.

[With that apology, she bows forward for a moment.]

You don't have to-- augh!

[He groans and crosses his arms, frustrated and a bit embarrassed. Why is she apologizing?! Besides, something doesn't add up...]

An' if you whack a human in the head or pierce their brain, they'd either fall unconcious, get gravely injured, or die. Cease to function.

[Huffing, a scowl on his faceplates, Cliffjumper gestures to himself.]

Same for us, even if it ain't all that easy. Everybody dies one way or another, or falls unconcious... dependin' on what ya mean by your main operating system crashing. An' where do you think an A.I'd get its initial programming from? Doesn't just slaggin' pop up from thin air. As far as I'm aware, self-teachin' is part of an' A.I is, even if that's got limits too.

[There were, after all, in the end differences from what an intelligence matrix or A.I could achieve compared to, say a sparked cybertronian... At least in regards to cybertronian technology.]

... An' you don't need to call me sir. My designation's Cliffjumper.

[He looks away briefly as he says that, and then back, frowning. He's never really been "sir", so that just seems odd.]

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