New Genesis: Dimensional Requiem (IC)
(Turning this into a multipart post so I can get through everything I want to get through for Trace's development.)
(Will remove Spoilers once I'm done.)
Spoiler
Part 1 - Dreams of the Rift
Trace's Encephalon
Dreams are curious things. Many living creatures have them. But what about the non-living? Surely a ridiculous question. Machines don't dream.
Trace, however, is not just a machine. She has dreams. She has nightmares. She has seen a world filled with life, a world she had not really seen before. She has seen a world filled with death, much like the one she saw everyday. She is young still, having been in operation for only a few months, yet she knows far more than one would think. Her programming has default knowledge built in and is structured to allow her to learn. However, she has seen things that she has not even experienced. She knows more than what her mechanical mind should know.
The world of her mind, her Encephalon, allows her to recreate all she has seen and experienced. Right now she stood in the middle of a field of flowers that weren't in her database. They were peculiar flowers that she could only describe as beautiful. The use of such an adjective was strange to her. It was a subjective term, something that most would say couldn't be used by a machine in such a sincere fashion.
She seemed to stare off into the distance, but she was really looking at something even though there was nothing visibly there. But she knew there was something, no, someone there. The presence was watching her, making her feel uneasy, afraid that she was doing something wrong. As she continued to gaze in the direction of the presence, her worry was seemingly answered by some form of comfort. Everything will be fine.
My name is Trace. I am a prototype bioroid platform designed to test various utility devices that may one day aid the people. I have been linked to the lab computers for the past 3 weeks. The scientists have only awakened me when they find something that is not accessible by my Encephalon software. Most of the information they are interested in does not appear to be decoded by the Encephalon and therefore puzzle them.
It has been two days since the last diagnostics test. I had been set to sleep for this time until other issues had been resolved.
However, I grow restless.
Her eyes snap open, gazing up to a surgically white ceiling. She glances about the room even though she knows where she was: The same set of workstations to the left and right as well as a table large enough a person could lay on it. This was the lab the scientists used to analyze Trace's progress. They haven't had need to cut her open, yet. But that worries her. A lot of things worry her. Like now she am worried about whether or not there was anyone else in the room. A quick switch of lenses and filters confirmed there was no other sentient life or even mechanical life other than herself in the lab. It was also dark. The lights were out. She switched her eye lens to night vision, turning her iris green which served as an indicator for which lens she was using. Looking about, she saw where her companion drone was recharging. It was offline by an override which made it not awaken when she did. Cautiously she got up and moved over to the station, placing her hand on the control panel in order to access it. In a matter of seconds, Trace had unlocked the override and the drone woke up as well, going through its startup diagnostics. Despite being a part of her, the little drone felt genuinely separate with its own personality. She felt herself slightly smile as the little machine buzzed and shook as it made sure its sensors and systems were fully functional. The feeling of happiness she felt confused her logical, mechanical mind, but she forced herself to ignore it and accept it for what it was. When she picked up the little drone and hugged it, her confusion grew. This was expressed by the drone since it was linked to her mechanical mind. It truly did feel as though it was a completely independent device from her.
"Let's go. There's things to do." As for what that was, she didn't know.
Last edited by Cucoo5; 03/08/2016, 09:45 PM.