Jabonicus
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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?"
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?"