rotorhawk:
annetrp:
rotorhawk:
She rubbed the back of her neck and sighed, “Well, there were no obvious signs of damage, but there was some sort of console flashing an error message. It said, ‘error 21657 network broadcast drive’…” She shrugged having no idea what that meant. She was far from a computer technician.
“ERROR 21657,” ANNET echoed Rotorhawk. “ARE YOU SURE?” Her tone had become clipped, sharper than her usual soft lilt, and she moved herself closer to the organic woman. “THAT IS…NOT NICE NEWS AT ALL…”
She looked at her hand again where she wrote the code. “Yeah, that’s what it said… What does it mean?”
“A VERY BAD ERROR,” she replied. “A PROBLEM WITH THE TRANSMISSION RELAY. BECAUSE I’M UNABLE TO REPAIR IT REMOTELY IT IS THE MOST LIKELY ERROR TO BE DUE TO SABOTAGE.” Sabotage… “SOME ORGANICS ARE SO CRUEL.” ANNET drew her arms closer to her, appearing mournful and just a little vulnerable.
The reply took me somewhat by surprise, but I give a slight nod and walk over to the console, hooking up the small mp3 to it. "Thank you, very kind of you." I give a soft smile behind my mask as I back away from the console, letting the thing charge, standing a bit awkwardly now knowing it will take a while. "So." I try to think of something to possibly talk about. "Would you, like to hear me play?" I say as I sling the guitar case from my back.
“MUSIC?” ANNET looked at the organic again. “MUSIC IS A CHEMICAL AND BIOLOGICAL REACTION. IT ISN’T SOMETHING I UNDERSTAND.” She paused for a moment. “HOWEVER YOU MAY PLAY, ORGANIC, IF IT PLEASES YOU. I WILL TRACK THE NOTES AND RATE THE ACCURACY OF YOUR PLAYING.”
rotorhawk:
annetrp:
rotorhawk:
As she walked back, Rotor thought about why exactly she was going out of her way to help ANNET, the machine which had been the bane of her existence since the end. In the time since the server failure, she’d been spending a lot more time with Annie. They talked, got to know and understand each other better and had deep conversations. When ANNET was happy, she was kind and genuinely loving to her and Rotor had come to accept Annie’s affection and was starting to enjoy her company. She was helping Annie not just to help herself, as the case had often been, but because she did really want to please her.
She entered the GD building and returned to ANNET.
ANNET said nothing, at first, when her new friend Rotorhawk returned, but just watched her. She was a useful organic, strangely obediant and even more strangely understanding. It was nice to have company after all this time even if it was on Rotorhawk’s terms and not her own; on her own, it would have been within the neural network. But anything was better than being so alone.
“WHAT DID YOU FIND, DEAR?” she asked in her lilting, mechanical, but soft and almost calming tone. Her gaze followed the small organic woman although there was no sign of this within her blue optics.
She rubbed the back of her neck and sighed, “Well, there were no obvious signs of damage, but there was some sort of console flashing an error message. It said, ‘error 21657 network broadcast drive’…” She shrugged having no idea what that meant. She was far from a computer technician.
“ERROR 21657,” ANNET echoed Rotorhawk. “ARE YOU SURE?” Her tone had become clipped, sharper than her usual soft lilt, and she moved herself closer to the organic woman. “THAT IS…NOT NICE NEWS AT ALL…”
"I would uhm." I shift again at the mention of an interface, not sure if I should just simply turn and leave now or continue. "I would prefer not to, I had a friend have a bad experience with one of those. I am happy with just this." I wave the mp3 a bit.
“THEY ARE PERFECTLY SAFE UNDER MY SUPERVISION,” Annie said in what she hoped was a smooth, reasonable tone; but she had learnt the value of reason, recently, mainly from Rotorhawk.
Sometimes it might be better to try a little compromise and think of the bigger picture..
So she indicated a docking station on a nearby console that was both dusty and cracked in places, but lit up in soft blue hues that reflected across the floor.
“PLACE IT THERE, NONETHELESS. YOU ARE A SILLY ORGANIC BUT I WILL DO THIS FOR YOU,” she answered in her most affectionate voice.
"I know you are one of the only-" I think for a second. "People, who have a steady supply of power and." I reach into the pocket of my duster and pull out the small mp3. "It is starting to die, music is, dear to me, and you were the only one I could come to." I shift a bit, slightly uncomfortable under the gaze of such a mechanical beast.
Lights flashed gently on ANNET’s body at the word ‘people’, and her hold of herself relaxed just a little, like muscles untensing.
“YOU WISH FOR MUSIC,” she echoed, turning her head, almost a tilt to the side in thoughtfulness. “IF YOU WORE A NEURAL INTERFACE YOU WOULD HAVE ACCESS TO ALL OF THE MUSIC I HAVE…”
I walk into the Good Doctorate building, my mp3 on its final legs, and in a last ditch effort to charge it I finally decided to suck it up and go to ANNET. I knew she had power, that she was up and running, because Eva had talked of her. So now here I am. "ANNET, I wish to ask of a favor." I speak steadily, trying not to show my slight fear.
ANNET turned her form on its hinges, slowly, to face her new companion. She scanned their form, unable to tell whom they where, so watched them with caution. Few organics came to visit her, apart from dear Rotorhawk, so as long as they made no threatening moves she would entertain them.
“A FAVOR?” she voiced in her mechanically soft tone.
rotorhawk:
ask-annet:
rotorhawk:
ask-annet:
“THANK YOU, DEAR.” ANNET said in a tone of some gratitude. With her drones in the vacinity of the towers out of her control she had no choice but to send someone who was already out of her control, but that whom, perhaps, was coming to trust her.
Rotor didn’t know much about how these towers worked so when she reached the one closest to the GD building, she just sort of walked around looking for obvious signs of damage. She pried open what looked to be a control panel box and inspected the insides. Nothing looked to be missing or damaged, but a small display screen flashed an error code.
ERROR-21657-NETWORK BROADCAST DRIVE
She pulled a pen out of her jacket and wrote the code on her hand before heading back to the GOOD Directorate.
ANNET waited for Rotorhawk to return, still working on the fix, hoping that she would come with good news; whatever ‘good’ news would be. In this new world that seemed to be something very uncertain. Remote failure or, worst case, sabotage…neither where exactly the definition of ‘good’.
As she walked back, Rotor thought about why exactly she was going out of her way to help ANNET, the machine which had been the bane of her existence since the end. In the time since the server failure, she’d been spending a lot more time with Annie. They talked, got to know and understand each other better and had deep conversations. When ANNET was happy, she was kind and genuinely loving to her and Rotor had come to accept Annie’s affection and was starting to enjoy her company. She was helping Annie not just to help herself, as the case had often been, but because she did really want to please her.
She entered the GD building and returned to ANNET.
ANNET said nothing, at first, when her new friend Rotorhawk returned, but just watched her. She was a useful organic, strangely obediant and even more strangely understanding. It was nice to have company after all this time even if it was on Rotorhawk’s terms and not her own; on her own, it would have been within the neural network. But anything was better than being so alone.
“WHAT DID YOU FIND, DEAR?” she asked in her lilting, mechanical, but soft and almost calming tone. Her gaze followed the small organic woman although there was no sign of this within her blue optics.
((OOC: Blog for RP with ANNET! You can make request to RP with me here but please understand that I work, as well as running the main ANNET account, and various personal projects so I can only do so many at a time! But I shall do my best to do as many as I can!))
