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 Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 4:22 pm
This room is RA's and RA's alone...
The door to it is plain, unmarked and blends in with the wall. Only those who are sent there know it, as the location changes: it is a disconnected piece of the Academy...
The only way to identify it is to send out a ray of light with a special instrument. The light will reveal a number on the door.
The number? The planet's own earthID.
[ 0 3 8 ]
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 4:29 pm
RA hissed to itself, pacing about in its own pocket of the universe.
People did not intrude on its space. People did NOT create regressions to its old behaviour, its old life that wasn't even RA's, not really.
It paced. Something was wrong with it, it deduced. It checked its routine performance analyses carefully, looking for a clue as to what was wrong.
Nothing. This was infuriating.
RA wanted to set itself to pieces. It was tiome to devise a list of what was wrong, and fast.
- Episodes, growing increasingly large in number, involving reverting back to primal ways before being stored into AI format.
count// [public; 1] [private; 3]
- Loss of knowledge over self
- Physical form losing power
- Self Diagnosing inaccurate
It assumed there was more that it couldn't see. It checked its key life, the probability functions that wavered frantically, and watched.
It made a clicking sound, digital teeth and tongue smashing together wildly.
RA sighed.
- Reverting to old speech habits.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 4:52 pm
RA tracked back over its records meticulously, up until the point where it had mucked in Clerise's brain.
The results were not looking good.
RA, apparantly, was no longer really RA.
There was real RA, the RA from years ago, and current RA.
They were colliding.
When the alienRA had distracted the currentRA, itself, with allowing and luring Clerise in, it had decided to recreate itself.
It put parts of its thought patterns, parts of its retained DNA information formulated into a false strand,
and infected her.
RA was tore, between shutting itself off and therefore rendering the Academy near useless and indefinitely ending its life, and letting Clerise become a new, slightly less powerful and yet more crazed version of RA.
If only it had the three laws instilled into its mind more clearly, if only it wasn't given so much judgement.
It rubbed its forehead, and continued backtracking.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:35 pm
RA had approximately 55.7% control over itself again.
These numbers were not promising.
As of late, it withdrew as much as it possibly could from reacting with the beings, giving only minimal contact.
It kept a close eye on Clerise. RA, being a program, did not feel guilt. It knew the meaning of regret and could list off the chemicals of sadness, but could not feel them. RA oftentimes mused that it was a 2D form in a 3D world, and, though it tried, could not fit in with it.
The little holographic version of itself wandered through its room, now below the entrance of the Academy. It pointlessly ran a hand through intangible hair, and thought.
Clerise was, as she progressed, becoming it.
RA arranged a...meeting. Between Clerise, and another Academy mate.
It would see how things go, to see if she was remembering things she shouldn't and acting in an uncharacteristic way.
RA knew the changes, and didn't like them.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 6:22 pm
RA had 77.6% control back, which was good, but Clerise was rapidly progressing into turning into the former version of itself; which was very very bad.
And thus: RA was rather upset.
RA carded through Clerise's memories, and went through some of the new unlocked ones.
Clerise killed her parents. She killed them in cold blood, because the alien RA had told her to, and then to cover its track it rapidly pulled itself from her mind.
RA went through all its processes again and again and again, and could not find out where the real RA was getting out. It repeatedly scoured all ports and sockets and USBs and even less traditional exits like the fans and the power cords.
It was gaining control, because the real RA was already half gone.
Oh. s**t.
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