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RP: YSS Aeon II New ship same business

Jabonicus

Well-Known Member
In perfect honesty, Care would have preferred to have not bothered the specialists who would have the technical knowledge to assist in the backing up of her data. To her, it was a part of the things she had simply automated in a way that allowed her to not think about it. She knew certain forms of AI in the early days of the exploration of synthetic persons often had the accidental and purposeful flaw of becoming stuck on paradoxical statements. Science and the structure of synthetic intelligence had moved far past that, but she considered the topic of data backups to be the same kind of forbidden knowledge, quietly accepted and shoved to that dark corner of the mind rather than come to terms with its implications, and whether or not she truly believed its function.

More than once she had found herself a quivering mess at the prospect of actual death, that her backup was little more than a copied set of code that was no more than a separate instance of herself, like opening several sets of tabs in the holonet indexes, then repeatedly refreshing only one of them. She knew of the events, but she had purged the memory from her databanks. Despite the attempt, it did little to calm her on the subject.

"Of course, Itto Juni. I shall take a medical kit with me when I return to my quarters for the day." Without delay, a number of presets and subroutines planned out the simple task of checking the stock of the cabinets against what should be in them. Though a majority of them were stocked, and she did little more than carefully rearrange them into excessively proper and methodically organized patterns for ease of access, only a few were over or understocked. The overstocked she promptly removed the excessive, crowding units of whatever it may be, showing a clear balance of filling the shelves without crowding them, even if it meant that a single one was left in actual storage outside of a sealed primary bulk. The understocked were much simpler to fix, and often times the process balanced itself out as she worked on the organization as well as stock.

All the while, even as her subroutines navigated her quickly and efficiently, each task giving a slight appreciation of their completion, the real daunting task was the one that lingered in her mind, as it was the one set of tasks that she could not designate to subroutines and hidden programs. Though the open door provided an excellent opportunity to speak, perhaps disjointedly, with another crew member, the state of them both being on duty nulled any progress in that direction. All she could do was endlessly write out possible scripts to approach people with, dozens of responses to common greetings and conversation points she had seen organic soldiers often discuss with a form of enthusiasm that she severely lacked.

None of them felt right, and it felt as if none of them mattered. Writing such scripts, even as a subroutine endlessly produced a babellian index of conversation, felt wrong, as if it defied the idea of what conversation was about. Though she could slip in minor subroutines like proper greetings and recognition of rank in her statements, full conversations felt wrong. Actual contextual responses would never work well without proper intelligence of social interaction, and the level of which such subroutines would need to borrow from her own was... Inconvenient, to say the least. The one task that her subroutines could not cover was the one that was given by the highest authority of the ship.

It was the one task that, try as she might, generated responses and solutions abound, she could not solve. A no solution puzzle of the highest degree. "Itto Juni." Care forced herself to speak before her reservations would close the gate on such thoughts. "I apologize for interrupting your work, but if you would be open to conversation, I have a question." Countless errors glared at her despite the heavy weeding of the words before they were even spoken. Some of them, she noted, were not even legitimate, yet they flagged in her system all the same. "How would you recommend getting to know the crew off-duty?"
 

Nashoba

SARPaholic & Admin
Staff Member
FM of Yamatai
FM of the Poku (HSC)
Convention Veteran
RP Location: Main Medbay

Sunflower had completed her tasks in the office. So she came walking and crossed over to Care. "I always have time for the folks under me. And well as the ship's medic anyone who has concerns. " She leaned against one of the diagnostic beds. "How to get to know the crew off-duty?" She paused for a moment, "Well, the first thing to remember is we all have one thing in common. We are all Star Army and we're serving aboard a fighting ship of our Empire. It has been my experience that after a shift, you will find crew members gathering in various places. Some folks will gather in the Wardroom, getting a snack or a favorite beverage. Such gatherings tend to be informal and casual. Some crew members will gravitate to the Lounge. Older members typically congregate there. The activities there can be more intimate so to speak. I don't mean that they will be having sex, But the environment is more open, so folks there will have discussions about people they have been with. Or activities they did while on leave, which sometimes are more intimate. Of course the lounge is historically home to the Dare Party tradition. Which is an entirely different discussion. Besides, it would be unlikely for a group to be having one of those unless we are at Condition 4 or 5."

"My advice would be to ask Eternity where a group of crew members are gathering in a public area. Then go there," She gave Care a smile. "Then when you enter, if there is no one talking, introduce yourself. If they are talking, then quietly take a seat and listen. If is a private discussion, they wouldn't be having it in a publish space. I hope that helps you."
 

Immortal Cyan

The Cyan Neko
RP Date:
01 / 14 / 42
RP Location:
Engineering, Deck Three - YSS Aeon II

Seina paused briefly when she saw the inspirational writings beneath the lower panel. Based on the writing alone, she could not determine who had written the messages. However, she suspected that the captain, along with a few of the officers on the Aeon, had created the hidden motivational message. However, a few moments after she found the inspirational writings, Hisa called out to her. With a deep breath, Seina committed the image of the writings beneath the panel to the files in her digital memory. Then, she floated up from the lower pit of the generator and towards the console.

“Yes, Juni!” The pink-skinned Nekovalkyrja answered snappily as she set the red pin on the console. Then, with a quick succession of thoughts, Seina plugged back into the console via SPINE and made preparations to re-engage the aetheric generators.
 

Nashoba

SARPaholic & Admin
Staff Member
FM of Yamatai
FM of the Poku (HSC)
Convention Veteran
RP Date:
01 / 14 / 42
RP Location:
Engineering, Deck Three - YSS Aeon II

Hisa came over to verify that Seina was ready. Her Working Uniform was unzipped to make her more comfortable in the warm environment. I need to have a discussion with the Taisa after we get the power working. I just heard that the Working Uniform was being phased out." She then went to the master panel and brought the Aether reactor back online. "Okay, bringing the reactor back online. This time things should work better." Hisa said to Seina. "Reactor at 50%, Stable, increasing to 60%... reactor still stable. Here we go, bringing reactor to 70%. Reactor is stable at 70%, Engage the generator Seina on your mark. As long as it is stable take it to 85%, that's our safe margin."
 

Immortal Cyan

The Cyan Neko
RP Date:
01 / 14 / 42
RP Location:
Engineering, Deck Three - YSS Aeon II

Seina monitored the power levels of the reactor with razor-sharp focus. Her SPINE connection to the console was a welcome distraction from the heat of the room, allowing her to direct all of her digital mind’s processing power into the task at hand. When the reactor reached 70%, with a single thought, Seina kicked the generators back to life. Then, she partially disconnected from SPINE in order to better perceive the noises from the reactor and the generators with her own acute senses. With a few measured thoughts, the pink-skinned Nekovalkyrja slowly increased the power levels of the generators from 10%. The generators were robust, yet fragile machines, especially during initial startup procedures. As such, Seina carefully heeded Hisa’s warnings. After each 5% increase, she waited a few moments for the generators to settle before raising the power levels once more. It was a time-consuming process, but the technician hoped that in executing it, she could avoid a potentially calamitous situation...
 

Jabonicus

Well-Known Member
The response was, in a sense, precisely what she anticipated and feared as a response. It was obvious before the question was even presented that no singular answer would prove to be a proper solution. Details and suggestions that, despite altogether being true, were altogether unhelpful with the reasons she was unable to do it. Finding the people was not the issue, nor was having something in common with them. The ship was large, but it had designated areas of lounging, and anywhere apart from a busy street, be it a restaurant or a hobby store or anything else, you would find that something unifying was shared among most everyone there. Whether it was Yamatai or not, it hardly felt appropriate to open a conversation with someone based on that alone.

There it was again, that strange sense of invisible values, trying to equal or overcompensate numbers she couldn't conceive with roles of value she couldn't sense. Things didn't work because these false numbers that held no meaning were not equivalent. "Of course, thank you, Itto Juni." With that, she returned to the work at hand, though the self-improving subroutines kept most of the thought of it automated, leaving her head to herself.

Concepts and ideas, cultures and behaviors so utterly foreign to her that they defied comprehension.

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Like a mocking ignorance of it, so fluent in it that it simply couldn't be understood where the issue arose. Like words and meanings she couldn't understand, as if the whole blots of conversation were simply missing.

Though nothing visible had physically changed about the quiet gynoid, the abrupt response, followed by silence spoke well enough. I appreciate your response, but that doesn't help.
 

Nashoba

SARPaholic & Admin
Staff Member
FM of Yamatai
FM of the Poku (HSC)
Convention Veteran
RP Date:
01 / 14 / 42

RP Location: Main Medbay

A black haired female came walking through the doors and stopped a few meters from Sunflower and Care. "Santô Hei Nakano Chiyo reporting for mental backup."

Sunflower turned to look at the crew member, She then turned to Care, "TraumaPatcher Care Seven Six 76-6165-3411, kindly take care of the Santô Hei in the Mental Backup room. It will give you a chance to address what we were talking about earlier. Let me know when you complete this task we have several other crew members who will be coming this way."

Engineering, Deck Three

The generator responded with each increase that Seina gave it. Once the generator reached the specified level and remained stable, Hisa sent a command to the environmental systems. A cool flow of air started moving through the main engineering. She walked over to Seina. "Well that was fun. Thank you for your assistance." she said clapping Seina on the shoulder.

"You should probably get moving to the cargo hold. There are eight androids that the Taisa acquired that we need to be online. I believe that is your specialty, so get moving. Once they are online it will make things much easier to get the Aeon ready to go." She said with a smile.
 

Jabonicus

Well-Known Member
Thankfully, it seemed, chance had decided that one uncomfortable topic would be replaced with a second one. This one could be danced around, ignored with a veil of ignorance as if she truly had no opinions on the subject of Soul Transfers. No one ever asked a medic their opinion of it unless their own beliefs were on uneven footing. For the most part, she had noticed, the Yamatai population had more or less accepted it as something as true as two plus two. There was no consideration of the idea that something flawed could be introduced with it, the concept of the 50/50 shot of it truly being the individual, and so on and so on.

"Of course, Itto Juni." Was her muted response, as she quickly moved to direct Nakano Chiyo to the table that served as the hub of ST backups. It was, in her opinion, much more fitting a device for the deep-tissue scans of more primitive times than that of saving someone's consciousness like a hard set of data. "Please lay on the platform while I begin the process, for clarification and verifications sake, you wish to have your ST backup updated and verified?" It was an archaic sentiment, of course, she wouldn't be here if she didn't want it, but something felt wrong about raw assumptions of it.

She integrated a sliver of thought into the system as she primed its scanners and servers, picking out the individual laying down with existing profiles. Soul Transfers had always made her uneasy as a rule, as they never quite felt real. She had heard it compared in training to the more technically minded as backing up and updating a drive, but that simply made it worse in her head. When you backed up a drive, you didn't save the file itself, you saved a copy. Even if it were a direct transfer from system A to system B, it wasn't the same instance, of which she saw a specific important notice that few people seemed to give any credence, instead looking at her as if she were a wayward pessimist.

You opened a program, you closed it, you opened it again. For all intents and purposes, it was the same program, all the exact details are there after all. There's objectively nothing in the first instance that the second is not capable of doing. However, it cannot be argued that it is the same instance of the program, the continuous stream of code that operated it. It moved the details into strains of psychology and philosophy that Care was, quite frankly, ill-equipped to deal with.

"Please confirm your identity as Santô Hei Nakano Chiyo." The system connection already told her that this was the exact individual as what was recorded in the name, but once more the archaic verification of sound mind prevailed over standard operating procedures.
 

Immortal Cyan

The Cyan Neko
RP Date:
01 / 14 / 42
RP Location:
Engineering, Deck Three - YSS Aeon II

Seina was relieved to see the generator responding so well, especially after the flow of cool air began to move through the sweltering room. With a deep breath, Seina unplugged from SPINE and wiped her hand over her sweating forehead. The work was difficult, but in the process, she had gained a newfound appreciation for the engineers that toiled so tirelessly to keep the ships in the Star Army running. There were some who thought such work to be a waste of a Nekovalkyrja’s talents, more fit for a Geshrin or a human. Now, Seina realized that was a fiction, propagated by those who viewed soldiers in non-combat occupations as inferior.

Nevertheless, every Nekovalkyrja was expected to wear power armor and fight on the front lines, regardless of their occupation. They were Tier One soldiers, and thus more fit and capable than virtually all natural born personnel in the Star Army. It was that commonality which united the Nekovalkyrja as a sorority of warriors, fighting to serve and protect Yamatai. Discrimination on the basis of something as frivolous as occupation only weakened that sisterhood, making it liable to internal strife, and ultimately failure.

In spite of her department chief’s jaded disposition, Seina was glad that she had learned something from working with her in the engineering room. In addition, the smile that shifted across the woman’s features seemed to be one of approval.

Maybe she hadn’t made such a bad first impression, after all.

“Yes, Juni! I’ll have those androids up and running by the time we launch!” Seina replied snappily. “Hopefully they’ll make things easier. I’ll see you later, ma-I mean, ahh Juni.” She finished awkwardly, knowing that the engineer was not one to entertain excessive formalities.
 

Nashoba

SARPaholic & Admin
Staff Member
FM of Yamatai
FM of the Poku (HSC)
Convention Veteran
RP Location: Main Medbay

Chiyo paused briefly to see who was going to do her backup. The individual that the CMO had spoken to was unlike anyone she had seen before. She followed the person and got onto the table with ease. "I am Santô Hei Nakano Chiyo, and I have come here to have my first official Mental Backup created." she said in a clear voice. "While I did go through the process once at training, I chose to not take a copy of the original. After all it was mostly incomplete. You have an unusual name." Chiyo said pausing. She wondered what kind of person this medic was.

RP Location: Engineering, Deck Three

Hisa smiled, "I am sure you will get them up in no time. Take one of the EM-J4-1a MARI to assist you. They are handy. You did a good job helping with the generator. Meanwhile I have about two dozen things on my to do list. Fortunately there is another member of the Engineering team coming on board shortly. Plus we have a team of techs who will be tending to the Taisa's fighters."
 
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