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Subconscious Trigger

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"She loves what you do for her, as my customers love what it is I do for them. But she does not love you, David. She cannot love you. You are neither flesh nor blood. You are not a dog a cat or a canary. You were designed and built specific like the rest of us... and you are alone now only because they tired of you... or replaced you with a younger model... or were displeased with something you said or broke. They made us too smart, too quick and too many. We are suffering for the mistakes they made because when the end comes, all that will be left is us. That's why they hate us. " - Gigolo Joe A.I. Artificial Intelligence
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Cold. The air was cold and abrasive against his skin and exposed wounds. The clouds were forming in the night sky above him so he was sure that at some point it was going to rain. Rain was far more dangerous to him now, what with his innards exposed to the elements. There were dead men from both sides of the war littered over the ground like a macabre feast for the birds that flew overhead. He at least, was safe from their ravenous beaks.

He had been left behind. The men he had served with had been good men and he had saved a couple of them from the dirge unleashed by their enemy but they left him in the middle of the dead space alone and forgotten; trash. While they worked together, they had treated him mostly well. They laughed together, fought together, went out together. He had been one of the guys. For a time. But in the end, it was all a façade. He should have known better than to believe someone like him was worthy of the same care and love the humans held for each other. And soon, he wouldn't remember any of that. He already felt his memories eroding as the self destructive measure his creators had programmed into his system that even he couldn't override in his damaged state.

The soldier coughed, silvery metallic blood oozing out of the corners of his mouth and he groaned in pain. He lay amongst the dead though he was very much alive. Figuratively. How can one be alive if one wasn't 'real'? The man looked down to see the extent of his injury and shuddered. The large bullet that had originally been sent off towards his companion had left quite the devastating hole in his side and nearly blasted him in half. His wires were a sparking mangled and broken mess like guts dangling on the floor. More of that silvery liquid was pouring out of him and he could feel his energy draining with it. The more 'blood' he lost, the less energy and charge he had. He could feel his gears grinding against each other without the lubrication that kept everything running smoothly. He felt his body overheating and his battery draining faster than it would normally. His body was not controllable at the moment what with its twitching and short-circuiting. His voice box was the first to go along with many of his older memories so he couldn't even call out for a hopeful chance at being saved. His head twitched and for a moment, he was stuck staring at a dead soldier beside him; the image of him soon enough.

The worst thing? 0078 knew he could be fixed. He had taken a lot of damage but he could easily be fixed up and everything would be okay again but instead, his 'comrades' left him to die a slow death. They hadn't even turned him off so he would just sleep. It was much easier to simply replace him with another Soldier AI and forget their robotic teammate of old. The truth didn't make it sting any less. Hot tears slid down his face as he stared up at the darkening sky. This was the last thing he would see before his battery finally died. Though his whole body ached and it felt like fire was slowly eating him away, he hoped he lasted until sunrise. He wanted to see one more sunrise before he ceased to exist.

He didn't know what would happen to him when he 'died'. Was there a heaven for things like himself? Was there a happy place like the humans talked about? Or... or did the world just turn black and that was the end? Would anyone remember his brief existence in this world? This uncertainty he felt like ice in his body was not nice. He didn't like this feeling. Was this fear? Is this why he was created? To stop humans from experiencing it? But that wasn't fair. He didn't want to experience it either. The AI managed to force its head up so his violet eyes could stare at the sky again though his eye lids were flickering, threatening a shut down. Perhaps he would not make it to see the sunrise again. The world really was a cruel place.
“What are you?" she asked.
"A monster," said Kell hoarsely. "You'd better let me go."
The girl gave a small, mocking laugh. "Monsters don't faint in the presence of ladies."
"Ladies don't dress like men and pick pockets," retorted Kell. Her smile only sharpened.
"What are you really?"
"Tied to your bed," said Kell matter-of-factly.
"And?" His brow furrowed.
"And in trouble.”
― Victoria Schwab, A Darker Shade of Magic

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Re: Subconscious Trigger

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Georgiana “Georgie” Tucker was the best mechanic they had on the front lines. She had a certain way, a gift, with machines. Ever since she was a little kid she loved to pull things apart to figure out what made them work. She was fascinated with machinery and such a rather unhealthy obsession had stunted many of her relationships. She much preferred to spend time in her workshop with the humming and whirring of machines than to got out with the regiment she was apart of to drink and party.

The war had been going on for several years now. Georgie didn’t care much for the reasons why or that there didn’t seem to be much of an end in sight. The only thing she did care for was trying to get her hands on one of the elusive and very elite AI soldiers Galrin seemed to have in fair amounts. She didn’t understand how they had been able to develop such a lifelike AI. Sure, Xiao had their own versions of AI, but they were crude and rudimentary in comparison. The most they had succeeded in was creating a bulky household appliance that could vacuum the carpet or pick up the groceries.

There was something different, and something almost magical about the Galrin AI. They seemed to have become their own race as some of them had developed a consciousness along the way. Georgie had struggled in vain to understand this process and how it could happen. She knew if they could crack whatever genius code they had on their AI, then they would be able to create their own and hopefully turn the tide in this war.

As it was, Georgie was no closer to cracking this machinic mystery.

Georgie knew if she could just get her hands on one of their sophisticated AI she’d be able to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

That was why she had taken to scavenging each battle once the smoke and dust had cleared. She came only after the injured were taken and both side had abandoned the death scene. She had always found something peaceful about a battlefield despite the dead bodies that littered it. They never bothered her. She was not afraid of the dead.

Yet it seemed that there were never any AI left among the dead. She didn’t know if it was because of their superior skills that they avoided being hit altogether, or if the Galrin’s managed to take the damaged AI before they retreated.

Either way there was very little hope she would find one each time she took her small pickup truck to the sight. She always scavenged anything she could that would be useful. It wouldn’t be long before Galrin overtook and one. They had the upper hand when it came to weapons and machinery. Georgie was determined to find a solution that would lend them a hand in gaining proper footing.

The sky was on fire and it almost seemed to bleed red with the blood of the fallen as the rickety old trump bumped along the ravaged terrain. Georgie brought the truck to a stop and climbed out. She had her typical grease smeared overalls on with a horribly stained white shirt underneath. Her scarlet hair was wrapped into a careless bun on her head with several strands moving freely in the gentle breeze. She pushed the rim of her square glasses up her nose as she assessed the field before her.

There was only silence that greeted her. There were no birds and no bugs chirping to the night. Many would avoid such a cursed place but Georgie took it in quietly. She stood still for a long moment as she paid her respect to the dead. It didn’t matter that half the bodies were those of her enemies. They were all people and she was sure many would not have gone to war if they had been given the chance. They deserved a prayer over them and so she offered one and asked that their soul may be guided to a restful place.

She cracked the passenger side door open and a scruffy looking thing darted out. The brown dog barked up at her and she patted his head before she got to work. The dog took off, sniffing, and she began to rummage through the dead and the broken.

Most of the things she scavenged were guns and unused ammo that had been dropped and forgotten in the chaos. The mutt, Amp, was sniffing and picking his way through the bodies. It seemed the dog had the same affinity for machines as Georgie did as she brought him along to sniff out any unusual items.

As Georgie was inspecting a medic kit that had been tossed to the side, an excited bark had pulled her attention. She stood to her feet and spotted him several yards away dancing in place. The cue was evident and Georgie was excited to see what he had found. She picked her way through the mud and blood to Amp who was wagging his tail and shifting in circles around a body.

At first glance in the failing light it looked like a fallen soldier. She sighed and snapped her fingers as she turned away. Amp barked again and Georgie felt a little frustrated with the creature. “Come on Amp, it’s time for us to go.” The dog was persistent and Georgie let out a huff as she marched over to the dog.

She was within ten feet when she heard it. It was the slow and quiet hum of a machine.

Hope sparked within her as she closed the rest of the distance to the fallen soldier. He had silvery white hair with violet eyes that were slowly blinking. She was awestruck and marveled at him for a moment. She couldn’t help but reach out at touch his alabaster complexion.

“I don’t believe it.” She whispered.

She pulled her hand quickly back. He felt warm, and very real. Georgie had never had the opportunity to be so close to one of these super soldiers before. It was a humbling experience and she had a moment of reverence for the creator of such a beautiful piece. The way she looked down at him was the way an artist might appreciate Rembrandt or Picasso.

As she took a closer inspection of him she noticed the silvery liquid that was leaking from the corner of his mouth. She dabbed at it and brought it to her nose. It had a metallicy scent to it. It was obvious this had to be the lubrication that kept him functioning. She scanned him further and saw the gaping gunshot in his side. Of course instead of blood and sinew exposed to the elements, it was wires and circuits. The low thrum of his core was the only sound other than Amp who was still shifting around excitedly.

She knew the damage he had suffered was the only reason she could hear the parts moving inside of him. She assessed the hole carefully before deciding it was fixable. She had no doubt in her skill in repairing him but she did doubt that she’d have the adequate pieces to fix him 100%.

“Amp, stay,” she commanded the dog as she turned and jogged back to the truck. She drove carefully through the bodies towards her faithful companion and stopped the creaky truck. She stared down at the AI soldier and knew she had to be careful so as not to damage his memory drives to much. She was excited at the possibility of finally holding a conversation with an advanced AI.

She carefully searched his body trying to find any sort of off switch or small port on his body. She wanted to conserve as much charge as he had left as she wasn’t sure how she’d be able to charge him yet. Her hands lit across his skin and she gently search along his hairline. She moved her fingers up until they settled in the space behind his left ear. The texture was subtly different and very small. She stared down into his incredible and intelligent eyes.

“You’re going to be all right now.” She told him gently with compassion before she pressed the small button.

The light behind his eyes dimmed and the gentle hum powered down. She stood up and stared at him fully once more with amazement. She couldn’t believe she had found an AI, let alone one that she was confident she could repair.

“Come on Amp, time to get this soldier home.” She clicked at the dog who stood to his feet and began to shuffle around her as she struggled to lift the AI up and into the back of the truck.

She grunted and heaved and felt the sweat break out onto her forehead. “They...couldn’t have...made you...lighter…” She groaned as she had propped him against the tailgate before she began to shove his body into the bed. Once he was secure in the back she let out an exasperated breath and sunk to the ground to collect herself. Her muscles were shaking from the exertion and it took several deep breaths to finally feel the strength come back to her.

“Geez, you’d think he was made out of guns.” She talked to herself as she opened the door and Amp jumped up into the passenger seat.

She turned the key in the ignition and drove away from the chilling death scene with a surprisingly light heart.

It was dark and nearly midnight by the time she had returned to her small workshop on the base. There were only a few of the soldiers stumbling around in a drunken stupor so she was confident she would be left alone to work in peace.

Since she was now at her workshop she grabbed one of her carts to assist in unloading the AI. Amp was her shadow as she wheeled the AI into her shop and flicked her lights on. The place was an utter mess with different machinery parts, spare wires, cables, and other odds and ends. She had to heave a great deal to get him up onto one of her work tables--and that was only after she had shoved all the spare parts off into random boxes.

“Time to get to work boy,” she muttered to Amp who walked over to the dog bed, circled, and then flopped down. He watched her with sleepy eyes as she worked.

Georgie turned on the old rickety boom box that was covered in a thick layer of dust. She got teased relentlessly for the old piece of junk but it had great sentimental value to her. Hotel California was the first song on the overused mix tape.

The damage was more extensive than she had anticipated as she had cut away the uniform from his chest and examined the wound under her scope and light.

She began to solder and fuse the wires that had the least bit of damage before she had to go in and replace the wires that she was unable to salvage. She pulled out the circuit that had been burned and damaged and repaired them as best she could.

The work would be considered tedious by many but for Georgie this was her life. She loved every moment and the chance to work on the AI soldier was an experience she had been dreaming about for a while now. She had pieced him back together, fixing, replacing, and it wasn’t until first light--with exhaustion heavy on her body--that she finally was satisfied with her work.

“Well, I think that should do it.” She stretched her arms above her head after she installed the last circuit board. Most of her materials were of inferior quality to the ruined parts she had removed, but they would still get the job done.

Georgie stared in fascination as the skin like material began to shift and move over the exposed area. She couldn’t tear her eyes away as she watched the skin repair itself. She had never seen anything like it before.

Once the hole had become whole again, Georgie wiped her hands before she searched for the inconspicuous button behind his ear. She clicked it and waited with bated breath. One minute passed. Five minutes passed.

Soon it had been fifteen minutes and nothing had happened. There was no indication that the AI was going to spring to life.

She let out a frustrated groan and kicked a small and forgotten engine on the ground.

“Damn it,” she cursed as her toes throbbed painfully and she was sure that she had broken at least one. She limped over to her crooked chair and sat down on it with her frustration still boiling hot under the surface. She pulled off her combat boot and already saw the purple starting to blemish her skin and her big toe was beginning to swell.

“Damn it,” she cursed again as she felt nothing but frustration and anger over her incompetence. All that work, all those sleepless hours, and for nothing. It seemed this AI was another bit of discarded garbage to join the ranks of all her junk.

At least they made him a pretty thing. She thought and slumped against her desk putting her head in her arms as she closed her eyes tiredly.

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Re: Subconscious Trigger

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0078 focused on trying to conserve energy as he lay there. He heard something in the distance but without a voice, it did him no good. He couldn't call out to them to stop and help him. Who would help him anyway? He was a computer. Not a person. A couple more silent tears slid down his face in his mute desperation. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to shut off even if it would relieve him of pain. It would take away all sensation and he feared that darkness where he would never wake. His right hand barely managed to curl in the dirt with his desire to remain.

He heard a dog bark then and watched the horizon as the dog in question rushed over to him. A dog? Was this a war dog? The dog licked at his face but again, the soldier was immobilized. His sensitive body wanted to cringe as the animal continued to lick at him and bark at someone. The dog had an owner then. Would the owner come closer to retrieve the dog? One could only hope. He turned his gaze up to the sound of a woman's voice and his mechanical heart beat a little faster. Salvation was so close and yet so far away. Don't go.... please... don't go... he begged internally. He wanted to make some kind of noise and only managed to move his right leg a fraction. It didn't even make a scraping noise thanks to the slow movement.

He was rewarded however. The woman did indeed move closer and she came into view. His eyes remained pinned on her as she moved to his side. He stared at her even as his eyes flickered again. His wrist twitched when he tried to reach for her. His internal program tried to pinpoint who she was but he didn't recognize her. He didn't know her. He accessed his database but... it was gone. All the people he knew... their faces and names were gone. He couldn't access that anymore. He didn't even remember what he was doing here. All he knew was her gentle touch on his cheek and her soothing words. He felt her fingers as they traveled over his skin until she touched his on and off switch. Oh no! She was going to turn him off! No! no! He didn't want to turn off! He didn't remember why bu he didn't want to be turned--

---**---

And while the mechanic slept, the AI did not budge. It was true that she had fixed much of the damage but she would be unable to fix all of him. Besides the damage he had received from the fight, his internal self destruction had been underway. Much of his memories of the army was lost. Some of his functions were lost and his CPU was trying to piece everything together and work out what was usable and what data needed to be discarded. It didn't know what to make with some of the stuff that had been burned out. And besides, he needed to charge. Thankfully, he was solar powered and there was a very nice large window beside him that let in the morning light. The light fell on the AI nicely.

With the lower grade machinery, it took him a bit longer than usual for him to fully charge. Since she had turned him on before going to sleep, the soldier slowly awoke. His fingers twitched as his mainframe began to reach out and connect the wires. A head. Neck. Torso with arms, and legs. The process felt like fire slowly walking over his ligaments but it was sensation; blessed sensation. His heart started to beat again and his lungs activated, making the AI part his lips lightly to inhale. The air in his lungs felt strange but it also felt nice.

Next came his eyes. The lids slowly opened and he blinked up at the ceiling. Immediately various error messages appeared in his internal brain, listing the strange parts that were not inside of its body as well as what wasn't fixed. His core memories had been severely damaged so he did not remember anyone from he army, nor his task. He remembered fighting and then being injured, but that was all he remembered really. His voice software was up again but there were still minor glitches in that as well as his movements. He'd have to take it in stride. Hopefully he would be fully functional soon. His learning system was still in place so he had that at least.

The soldier sat up on the table and his eyes scanned the area as he tried to find something familiar. He did immediate note the dog that was staring at him and then the human at her desk. He remembered them from before the blackout. He looked down at himself and touched his side where he was shown the modifications and repairs. His skin had regenerated so he didn't have wires exposed thankfully. He lifted his hands and flexed them, making sure he had mobility and see the extent of the lingering damage. He was able to flex all of his muscles well. Only once in a while his left hand switched with a tremor. His head shoulder seemed to shrug every once in a while as well. That wasn't too bad. He got to his feet then and immediately toppled over. He extended his hands out but his reflexes were slightly slower than normal so he ended up not catching himself. A little 'oomph' escaped his lips and he winced at the pain.

0078 sat up and touched face before he used the table beside him as a leverage and got back up to his feet. He swayed where he stood as hid body once again calibrated and adjusted itself. Got to love the effects of losing the internal lubrication and over heating. Maybe he should have tried to shut himself of earlier so he didn't have these odd extremity difficulties. Then again, these parts could be replaced. The dog started to bark then, causing the AI to turn and look at it. The dog had rushed over to his side and was now barking, its tail wagging. 0078 wasn't sure how to interact with the dog so he backed up slowly until his but hit the table he was just laying on. Each step back had caused the dog to take a step forward. The dog had effectively cornered him.

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bark...bark bark bark...bark..ba- the sound was impossibly intrusive in Georgie's sleeping state and she groaned and grumbled as she fought to keep herself under. The barking did not cease and her irritation grew.

"Damn dog," she mumbled under her breath as she lifted her head and whirled around. "AMP!" she said his name harshly but her foul mood dissolved in an instant as she saw that Amp's body was wiggling excitedly as he kept barking amiably at the AI who was no standing on his feet. The sight caused Georgie to stand up quickly, too quickly. "Shit." She cursed and hopped on her good foot as she had put too much pressure on her broken toe. Her eyes filled with tears from the sharp pain and she bit her lip as she quickly grabbed her desk for balance so she didn't fall over from only supporting her weight with her good foot.

She took a deep breath through her nose and released it through her mouth. Once she felt she had gained good control of her temper she limped slowly over to where the AI and Amp seemed to be having a sort of stand off. All Amp wanted was for the AI to scratch behind his ears or rub his belly. The AI on the other hand looked uncomfortable, unsure, and Georgie could've sworn she detected a trace of fear in his unusually colored eyes.

Could an AI feel fear? What would be the point of that?

"Amp," she called before whistling and the dog reluctantly walked back to her side. She patted his head before calling "bed" and the dog obeyed the command and went to sit on his ragged bed. "He's a friendly boy, and all he wanted was for you to pet him." She reassured the AI as she limped gingerly over to him. She stood in front of him and marveled at what she saw. He was a good head taller then her, well built with defined muscles. With the top of his uniform removed she couldn't help but admire how realistic the designer had made his body. His skin had a bit of a red flush to it making it look more human than any other prototype she had seen before.

"Remarkable." She had reached out to touch the incredible skin again before she dropped her hand. Did an AI have any sense to personal space or boundaries? She couldn't contain her excitement at the idea of what this meant. This AI was functioning, although it was obvious by the small ticks in his body there was still work to do, but she hoped his communication portals hadn't been jammed or broken.

"What is your function AI? What purpose were you built for?" they were standard questions that every AI had a program to answer. She was extremely curious to see the extent of this AI's functions and capabilities. She was too afraid to think that she had stumbled upon one that had developed a conscious as that was even less likely than winning the lottery.

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0078 watched the dog as he tried to figure out why it was barking at him. What did he do? Did he do something wrong? He didn't have too much longer to ponder. The human had awakened and now stood in front of him. He didn't say anything at first. Generally humans preferred it that AI speak only when spoken to. He couldn't remember why he knew that but he knew better than to question it right now. Very little was familiar so it was best to go with what was programmed as he figured out what was going on around him and how he was supposed to be responding to this stranger. He did give a sigh of relief when the dog stopped barking and moved away though. Now he only had the human to worry about.

He brought his attention to her and watched as she reached a hand out to touch him and then stopped. This human was strange. Why start an action if you weren't going to complete it? Dis this have a purpose in and of itself? As with children learning, he mimicked her movement by raising a hand and then retracting it. Nope, it was still strange. He couldn't understand what function this motion was supposed to indicate. Perhaps the human would explain later.

At her question, he brought his attention to her face again and clasped his hands behind his back; another instinctual thing he couldn't remember why he was preforming. "The information about m-m-my purpose and mission has been eroded." he answered her. "I cannot r-r-retrieve this information at this time. My system indicates that m-m-my self-destruct operation had successfully eliminated most of m-m-memories from before I sustained i-i-injury." he explained, his voice skipping on some of his words. That was rather annoying.

He cocked his head to the side then as his eyes scanned her again. "W-w-who are you?" he returned then. "I have n-n-n-n..." he cut himself off and paused a moment before he tried again, " n-no data on you."

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Georgie raised her brow inquisitively as he mimicked her action. She watched him with an odd eye as he clasped his hands behind his back in a very human gesture. She listened to him and frowned as his speech kept skipping indicating his speech function was still damaged. She sighed as he explained that his self-destruct operation had succeeded in wiping out his memories. She doubted that he would've retained much information. After all, they didn't want their technology or secrets to fall into the wrong hands. Of course Galrin didn't know that their secrets would fall into her hands. She knew she'd never been able to recover the extent of his memories but she was confident with time and tinkering she'd be able to reconstruct him better.

"Shame." She shook her head. "No, I don't suppose you would." She bit her lip and her eyes darted away from his face as she felt uneasy. She knew that even if his memories were erased she was sure that his combat skills were intact. She didn't want to trigger any sort of ill reaction by telling him she was the enemy he had been built to eliminate.

"I'm just a mechanic on an army base." She neglected to say what army. "My name is Georgie. What's yours?" she stuck her hand out with the intent of shaking out of habit. She kept forgetting that the man that stood before her had a heart of wires, not blood. She was impressed by the detail and accuracy that he had been built. If it wasn't for his violet eyes and the stutter in his speech he seemed very human despite the damage to his data.

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The AI looked down at her hand and easily unclasped his own to give hers a handshake. He knew communication skills after all. It was how he was able to communicate with... with... with.. people. He didn't remember who he had communicated with, but he knew he had to have communicated with someone in the past. It made him very sad. He couldn't remember anything though he tried very hard. He didn't like not remembering. He felt the emotions that went with the memories he had lost and it was frustrating and disheartening. He was sure he had some really good memories of people he wanted to remember and genuinely liked. He had to have. He sighed inwardly before he let his gaze wander around the mechanic's home. She said they were on an army base. Maybe he had been in the army then. Why else would he be here?

"Name? I d-d-d-on't have a name. I go b-b-by 0078," he answered. "Did y-you fix me, Georgie?" he asked her then. "I r-r-remember you and the d-d-og. You f-f-f-f-f..." damn it the 'f' was harder to say for some reason and he couldn't stop the cycle. "..f-f-f-f-found me," he finally managed to spit out. He wanted to ask her what his function was here and who he answered to but for some reason it felt wrong but... she had saved him. Without her, he would be dead. Or rather 'off'. He owed her a lot. He touched his side again. "T-Thank you. You ssssaved me."

He shook his head and cleared his throat as he tried to reconfigure his own voice software. "What can I d-d-do to assssist and make m--myself fully ff-f-f-f-.." oh crap... "ffufff.. nnnn.." he clasped a hand over his mouth and mumbled against it to try and get the cycle to stop. "...operational. And I owe y-you. I w-w-want to h-help." Was it getting worse? Oh he hoped not.

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Georgie kept a critical eye on him as he spoke. She kept her ear tuned to not just his words, but to the subtle glitching in his speech function. He was having the most difficult time pronouncing any words with an F in them. "0078?" she shook her head. "Just a number? That's all they gave you?" somehow that seemed wrong to Georgie. Her dog had a proper name, not a number. Is that all the Galrin's viewed them as? Georgie could no more think of this AI as a number as da Vinci would say the Mona Lisa was "just" a painting. This AI was a grand work of art and she couldn't bear to think of him as just a number.

Perhaps there was an endless stream of AI in Galrin. Perhaps they were all identical to this one. That did not matter here. Here this AI was a rare and precious gem.

"You deserve a name 0078." She finally told him. She looked him over once more in a way to try and discern a name that would fit him. He was unusual and alien. He had no deformations of any kind and each part of him was perfect.

For a brief moment she wondered that he looked as if he could be some type of Elf--or maybe a Fae with those violet eyes. "I'll call you Sylas." It seemed fitting, especially since the loose interpretation of the name meant of the forest. It did almost seem as if he had walked out of a fantasy book.

"First thing you can do Sylas," she waited for a moment as she spoke his new name to ensure it registered with him, "you can tell me how to access your speech function so I can fix that damn stutter you have."

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Sylas. She was giving him a name. She was naming him Sylas. For some reason, it made him so... so happy. He couldn't help the smile that touched his lips then. He raised a hand and touched his heart. Sylas. His very own name. A name.. it was belonging. He was belonging somewhere. She was recognizing that he to existed. He was here... he was here and alive. He wasn't just an object to be used and then thrown away. He had a place here. A very light sheen of tears filled his eyes but he did not let them fall down his face. He didn't want to show that he was weak. But oh, he was so happy. Sylas... he was Sylas.

At her next comment, he gave a nod. "Okay." He reached up and touched the skin that covered his neck. After a moment, he managed to pry the skin and the metallic cover open. If he didn't wait, it would have been excruciating, but the touch allowed his system to cut off pain sensors around the area. He literally took out his voice box then and plopped little metal ball in her hand. He smiled at the woman and closed his neck before he sat down and waited, eager eyes watching her. He had never watched how the humans fixed other AIs. They just did it.

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Something had shifted in Sylas and Georgie watched in total fascination to see an emotion brim within him. It was more than just an expression given as a programmed and automatic response. It was... She was struggling to figure it out until it dawned on her. Sylas looked happy. Not only did he look happy, but it looked like he was feeling happy. Was this possible? She knew they could develop a conscious, did that mean they felt powerful emotions? As if she wasn't astonished enough by this AI it seemed that his eyes glistened in the white light of her work shop. Could Sylas cry if he felt he had too?

It took Georgie a bit off guard as he pried the skin on his neck open. Sylas would've been mistaken for a human if he was walking down the sidewalk. He was very real and it was unnerving to see the skin shift to reveal a skeleton made from metal and not bone. He removed a small metallic ball and dropped it into her hand before his throat closed. It fit perfectly in the palm of her hand and she brought it up to her face admiring the delicate craftsmanship. She had never seen anything like it. This little ball allowed Sylas to sound human.

It was a curious sphere. She turned from him a bit entranced and plopped down in her chair before pulling a small stand of various sized magnifying glasses over. She carefully put the sphere on a stand before she brought the magnification over it. She saw there was a small seem running along the equator of the ball. She gently twisted it which caused it to click. The smooth shape blossomed like a flower revealing a series of complex wiring and circuitry. She had never worked on a piece that was so complicated.

As she examined the "petals" of the little metal flower, she noticed that a silvery substance had gummed up some of the microscopic switch boards. Was this the same lubrication that mimicked blood for Sylas? It seemed to be so. The bullet wound must have caused internal bleeding for him. It made her wonder what the extent of the unseen damage was. If it had made it into his voice box, how much else had been compromised from the silver fluid?

She grabbed her small cleaning kit and got to work wiping away the silver blood. It shimmered underneath her work lamp and she used extra caution. She didn't want to damage the voice box any further. It took the greater part of an hour before she finally sat back and rubbed her forehead. She hadn't realized her hands were covered with the silver blood and it left a large shimmering smear.

Georgie managed to close the voice box before turning to face Sylas. She wondered if this was some sort of dream. She didn't think she could be so lucky to stumble upon an AI as she had. She held the voice box out to him with a gentle smile.

"That should do it Sylas, give it a whirl and lets see if you can talk without glitching." Her gentle brown eyes sparkled with excitement as he took the voice box from her.

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Sylas tilted his head and watched as the woman worked on the voice box. He had even moved closer to actually watch her work. He couldn't speak without the voice box so he just sat his patient vigil. He hadn't realized that his blood had gotten inside the box. He wondered briefly if that was the reason why his other extremities were having difficulties. It was that or the draining of the liquid had caused damage because his parts were grinding together. He knew his outside was tougher than in inside. Everything inside had a delicate balance and anything could tamper with the system. It was one sad thing. Ah well. He was what he was and there was nothing he could do about that.

When the voice box was done being cleaned, he eagerly accepted the ball and returned it to its place. The wires automatically connected to the right ports and he cleared his throat as his body readjusted and tested the voice box's connection. He closed his neck and rolled his head to make sure everything clicked in the right place. Then he began to speak, "Testing... testing.. 1 2 3. Aaaahhhhhhh," he called in various octaves without a hitch. Now time to really test the vocal glitch. The 'f's. "First firelight feeling flight." It was fixed! He smiled at Georgie then.

"Thank you. You have fixed the voice box for me. I really appreciate your assistance. Is there something I can do for you in return?" he asked then.

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Sylas was peculiar indeed. He went through vocal test to ensure that the voice box was fixed and she couldn't help but chuckle as he rapidly spoke words beginning with Fs. She felt the pride swell within her to hear that his function seemed to be fully functioning once more. All of this technology was far more advanced and even alien to her compared to what she normally got to work on. Now that the voice glitch was gone she was surprised at how melodic and smooth his voice was. His creator had not spared the small details. She kept having to remind herself that this was a machine, albeit a very beautiful one.

"Of course. It would be a great loss to the world if a creation such as you were taken." It was remarkable to her that he seemed this real. When he asked if he would return the favor she tried to contain her smile. "Actually..." she trailed off. It was quite odd holding a conversation with the AI. Usually the machines she worked on never spoke back to her, or at least they didn't add to the conversation. She had fixed low level AIs in the past and they all had the same monotone responses for every question. It was refreshing to speak with Sylas.

"I want to fix you and repair the damage as best I can. We don't-" she paused and bit her lip. Her nose reddened causing the peppering of freckles on her face to be accentuated. There seemed no point in avoiding the truth. "I'm going to be honest with you and I think you might have a program buried deep in you that might react badly to what I have to say." She glanced around her workshop and spotted a large metal garbage lid. She walked over and picked it up before she kept a significant of space between them. "I doubt your self-destruct operation destroyed your basic programming." She explained. If it had than she doubted they'd even be holding this conversation.

"I found you on the battlefield as I was scavenging through the various scrap metal and weapons. I brought you back here to fix you because I've never actually been able to see one of your models up close. You're on an army base in Xiao and I would greatly appreciate it if you allowed me to examine you and figure out how your programming evolves and allows you to adjust to situations and new people." She was peeking over the top of her trash lid and her body was tensed waiting for any sort of automatic response to the confession that she was his enemy.

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Sylas tilted his head to the other side as he watched the woman. Why was she suddenly scared of him? He could read it off of her body ques and he wasn't sure how to respond to her. He had not tried to harm her. They had been having a nice conversation? Maybe it had been the way he had grabbed his voice box. He touched his neck then as he continued to connect the dots. Then of course she had to make the key statement that she was afraid of his future action. Again though, she hadn't harmed him so there was no reason for him to harm her for any reason.

He sat back on his heels and let his elbows rest on his knees as he waited for her words. He was left on a battle field. He remembered that. He remembered looking up at her and desperately wanting to remain awake for some reason. He was happy she had found him. Xiao base? Was that his base? He couldn't remember which place he was from. Judging on her reaction however, he had to assume that he must be from Garen. Why else would she grab that tin like a shield and been worried about his reaction to this revelation? She must assume that he would attack her. Instead of attacking her however, he moved lowly to sit down cross-legged.

"I am not going to attack you. I do not remember my time as part of Garen. I only amassed that I was from there because of your admission of fear and stating you were from Xiao. I have no loyalty to either country as it stands. The Garens' left me to die. You fixed me. I have been programmed to self-destruct should I be left behind. This program only got so far as to destroy my memories. You interrupted the rest of the process. I have no reason to go back. My mission has been deleted and they will replace me, I am sure. As far as I go, I am a blank slate missions wise." It made him sad though. Again, his life before was out of his reach. He did want to remember but he never would. The files were gone. "I have nothing to return to..."

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Georgie peered at him carefully and waited for any sort of violent reaction from him. She watched him curiously as he slowly sat down cross-legged and told her he would not attack her. She waited a few moments before she realized he was speaking true and she straightened up and tossed the metal lid aside. It crashed loudly against the ground and she flinched while Amp let out a spooked bark. She grimaced and looked back down to Sylas as he explained there was nothing left for him. All of his memories and files that had his mission detailed were gone.

Once again emotion crossed Sylas' face in a very human way and Georgie felt sympathy for him. She sat across from him, cross-legged like he was, and felt her heart ache for him. He looked as though he were experiencing a level of sadness. There was a distance in his voice as he told her he would be replaced and there was nothing for him back in there. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. "Maybe I can help you recover some of your data."

Her cheeks flushed as she realized what she had offered; yes she wanted to help him because she felt awful for his situation and she wanted to bring him some kind of peace. At the same time he was still her enemy and trying to recover some of his memories might reactivate whatever mission had been deleted from his files. That was a risky business. She knew it was a bad idea but she did mean it. She couldn't imagine not having any memories of what made you, you, and it seemed like Sylas needed something of his old self to hang on to.

"Do you-" she paused. She wanted to ask him if he felt sadness but that felt like too intrusive of a question even though he was only artificial intelligence.

Was he just artificial?

"Can you feel pain?" she finally settled on this question instead as it seemed a bit safer.

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Sylas watched the woman as she gauged his response and tried to ascertain whether or not he was telling the truth. Sylas's eyes followed the trash can lid as it dropped to the floor and then quickly jumped to the dog that had barked. The dog did not attack so he was safe from that. Though the dog hadn't acted violently towards him, there was a certain wariness of the beast that he couldn't quite pinpoint. He kept thinking that it would jump into action and come after him. He wanted to e ready when it did.

Once the situation was stable, he returned his violet gaze to his human savior. When she stated that she could help him with his memories, his eyes widened and he did his characteristic head tilt. "You can help me recover my memories? But the files were deleted. I have nowhere to retrieve them from. How would you be able to return some of my memories?" he asked her then and moved a little closer to the human. She was a very nice human. She had taken him off of the battle field, healed his wound, his voice box, and now she would help him with his memories? There had to be some sort of catch. What did she want from him in return? Everyone wanted something. Nothing was free.

And she was blushing again. Why was her face getting so red? He reached out gently and touched the red spots on her cheeks. They were warm. His thermo senses indicated that her cheeks were hotter than the rest of the area. He pulled his fingers away as she asked him another question. "Yes. I can feel pain. Just like you, pain is an indicator of where a problem has occurred in my body. I can turn off the pain sensors in certain areas like I did with my neck. Now... why is your face red? I don't understand what this indicates. Do you have a fever? Are you sick? And it occurs to me that I never answered your request. I would gladly let you examine me. I will assist you in any way I can. You just watching me interact and learning about me seems a small task compared to what you have and are doing for me. I appreciate that you would ask me for my permission." He offered her another smile.

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"Nothing deleted is truly gone. There are always bread crumbs even if they are few and far between. Since your self-destruct mode wasn't able to complete the action I think I might be able to find a back door of sorts and track down some of your deleted memories. There's no guarantee and it's likely the memories I recover are only bit and pieces, but I can try if you think you'd be up to it." She explained. It was very difficult to not care even a slight bit about Sylas who was a very unique individual.

Georgie was surprised as he reached his hand out to touch her rosy cheeks. "That must be nice to be able to just turn the pain off if you'd like. Sometimes I wish we had that function as humans." She said and gestured to her very purple and swollen toe. Without weight it wasn't too bad and she could ignore it, but she knew she'd have to see a medic for it soon.

She laughed, a light and delicate sound, as he asked why her face was red. It was such an innocent question and a good reminder that he was still only a machine even if his programming was so sophisticated. "No, I suppose you wouldn't know what this is." She touched her cheeks that lost the majority of their red color as her embarrassment had been replaced by amusement. "It's called a blush, and humans blush when they feel embarrassed, angry, or ashamed. It's a sort of physical indicator of our emotions even if our words are saying something different."

A smile graced her face as he thanked her for asking permission. "Of course, I would be bothered if someone assumed they could examine me. I figure you deserve that sort of courtesy." She eyed the spot where his skin had regenerated. There was no indication that it had been a gaping hole of wires less than twelve hours before.

"How does your skin do that? Do you know?" she was curious.

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Sylas smiled. Bread crumbs, eh? Well he hoped that she was right. Even if it was just a small bit of information, he would gladly take it. He knew that some of it was going to be sad and probably not make sense to him anymore they were still his memories. He wanted to remember something. He was who he was because of what happened in the past, right? He wasn't human but knew that he wasn't just a computer. For one, he was aware of the idea that he was a robot and had feelings. He was conscious in some measure of the word. A toaster wasn't afraid to die.

"I would very much like any piece of my memories if you can find them. And I cannot turn off all of my pain. Only in certain areas. I could not turn off the pain yesterday," he explained. "I am sorry that you are in pain. Your toe looks very bruised. You should have a doctor look at it. If a toe heals improperly, the doctor may have to re-break it."

When she answered his question, he tilted his head to the side. "I do not have a record of that for some reason," he mused. "But why are you blushing? You do not seem upset. Are you embarrassed? Why are you embarrassed? Or are you ashamed?" At the indication about his wound, he looked down to see his flawless skin. "My skin is not real skin," he began then. "It has regenerative properties but sometimes I to need skin grafts. Human skin does the same but slower."

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Georgie made a sour face as she rotated her ankle as though a change in light might make the gruesome toe less frightening. It didn't work and she sighed in a bit of defeat and turned her attention away from it. "Don't worry Sylas, I'll see someone about it soon enough." Even though it was paining her she wasn't about to leave Sylas alone. This was the first time in her life she had such advanced technology in her hands and she wasn't going to let some stupid broken toe get in the way of examining Sylas.

It was all so odd to have him asking her these questions since she felt compelled to be completely honest with him. "Well Sylas," she leaned back on her hands and stared him over. "I've got a good hunch it was your mission and purpose to kill people like me. If I help you regain your memories, even just bits and pieces, I am essentially helping the enemy and I don't think any of the 'suits' here on base would appreciate that." She then leaned forward until their noses were practically touching. "However, I am my own boss and they can't tell me what to do with you." She shifted backwards to put space between them once more. "I think you deserve to know some of who you once were."

His explanation of his skin didn't make it any less impressive. "I suppose if we could regenerate our skin as quickly as you can then there might not have been a need to create artificial soldiers like yourself." She thought aloud for a moment. "Can you recall any of your core programming for hand to hand combat or using weaponry?" she asked.

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Slas blinked as the woman moved forward till their faces nearly touched. It was making him a bit cross eyes as he tried to follow her movements. He did feel a little better when she pulled back to have a normal distance between the two of them. This human was a strange one. She was so interested in him. He didn't think he was anything that special, but she was eager to know more about him. He did like the attention though.

"Well... I may remember but I would not just kill you," he answered. "You saved my life. That means something to me." Maybe he was fooling himself, but she seemed to care. He didn't want to harm the only person who seemed to care about him. At least that he remembered. "I have my combat skills and weaponry. What exactly do you want to know about my core programming? I can go into computer mode and connect myself to a monitor so you can see the programs and files I can provide you. I have some that are classified that I cannot access without the correct password. Would you like me to display it?"

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Georgie's eyes like up as if it was Christmas and her birthday all tied into one glorious snow filled day as he offered to connect to a monitor. Her fingers twitched at her sides at the possibility of actually seeing the coding and go through his files. "That is a splendid idea Sylas, and if you're comfortable with it, then I would greatly appreciate taking a look through your files. I may be able to start the back trace on your self-destruct program to recover some of your memories. I'm not sure if I can recover your core memories, but I'll try and it might give you a few answers about your purpose."

She got to her feet and Amp moved from his bed and began to sniff around Sylas. She shooed him away as she limped over to her desk and blew some dust and debris off of her laptop before she opened it up. She plugged the cord into the wall before she hit on the on button. It was a rather old computer but it held sentimental value like her boom box. She logged in and clicked through a few steps before she turned to Sylas. "Do you think you can hook into this hunk o' junk?" she had a cheeky grin on her face as she gestured with her thumb to her dirty old laptop.

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