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[It's late afternoon, and the ship's gardens come into view as the video feed starts, a massive topiary tree standing innocently in the background just waiting to be shaped into a work of art. The camera focuses on what appears to be a drone hovering in midair, the words BIRCH PLEASE 2.0 written on the side, identifying the flying object.]
I'm bored.
[Root sighs in an exaggerated manner. The drone flies up to the tree and begins its work of shaping the topiary, but no blades are involved: it's using various targeted laser beams, carefully programmed by the (usually perky) hacker hiding behind the camera.]
Don't get me wrong, it's not my first time being a gardener, and I do enjoy using laser tools and having a legitimate excuse for bad pick-up lines, [she explains, keeping the camera pointed at the beautiful and deadly ballet of various lasers shaping branches and leaves.] But it's just not the same as hacking, you know?
[The drone retreats after it finishes its task: shaping the topiary into an exact replica of the ISC Eluvio. As exact as topiary can ever be, that is.]
So I thought I might as well turn my boredom into something productive. Tell me, space friends, is there an app or program you'd just love to have? Maybe you want an upgraded fitbit that is perfectly adapted to all of your outer space needs, maybe you want to spend your day looking at cat videos, or maybe you just really like puzzles... the possibilities are endless. Just like the vast expanse of space that surrounds us.
Whatever you're thinking of, I can code it for you! [She sounds downright cheerful and friendly now.] For a small fee, of course. Iām a nice girl but I'm not that nice.
I'm bored.
[Root sighs in an exaggerated manner. The drone flies up to the tree and begins its work of shaping the topiary, but no blades are involved: it's using various targeted laser beams, carefully programmed by the (usually perky) hacker hiding behind the camera.]
Don't get me wrong, it's not my first time being a gardener, and I do enjoy using laser tools and having a legitimate excuse for bad pick-up lines, [she explains, keeping the camera pointed at the beautiful and deadly ballet of various lasers shaping branches and leaves.] But it's just not the same as hacking, you know?
[The drone retreats after it finishes its task: shaping the topiary into an exact replica of the ISC Eluvio. As exact as topiary can ever be, that is.]
So I thought I might as well turn my boredom into something productive. Tell me, space friends, is there an app or program you'd just love to have? Maybe you want an upgraded fitbit that is perfectly adapted to all of your outer space needs, maybe you want to spend your day looking at cat videos, or maybe you just really like puzzles... the possibilities are endless. Just like the vast expanse of space that surrounds us.
Whatever you're thinking of, I can code it for you! [She sounds downright cheerful and friendly now.] For a small fee, of course. Iām a nice girl but I'm not that nice.
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[ There's a small hum on Re-L's side, and it doesn't take her long to ponder out that there wasn't really anything she'd experienced on her given tech that had been meant for "fun." The games were brain teasers meant to encourage higher thinking, and the rest.. well, calendars, day trackers, food and exercise trackers to keep fellow citizens in peak shape or.. you know, tell them they're doing a crap job of taking care of themselves. Every little thing helped. ]
In Romdeau we only really had brain teaser games, fitness and food trackers... Fellow citizens were allowed access to them and got direct feedback from their doctors.
.. Though, really, Daedalus mostly used it to chide me for not going to The Cradle with him more often...
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[Re-L's description of her world's technology reminds Root vividly of Samaritan, and of how the rival AI wanted to control all of humanity through subtle manipulation and mass tracking/surveillance, but she isn't about to mention any of that. She hopes that this stranger's world wasn't subtly controlled by a godlike force behind the scenes, though; she knows from personal experience that that really sucks.]
What's The Cradle?
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I think you understood my feelings on them faster than I did. [ How long had she tried to pretend that she'd been all about all of that junk before finally understanding that she was bored of it all? She wasn't sure. A lot about life in the dome had begun to blend in to one large smear of time before too long. ]
Nothing special.. a restaurant within my city that was reserved for fellow citizens of higher rank. Daedalus loved the food and the company.. I was mostly bored.
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[Root knows she would have been bored by that, too. Hell, she was bored most of the time well into her adulthood, until she found an actual purpose in life: the Artificial Super Intelligence she immediately devoted herself to.]
I see. It's so comforting to know that humans cling to their social hierarchies regardless of what universe they're in. [Sarcasm is her life blood.] Assuming you're human, that is.
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That certainly isn't a lie. [ Until she's become the 'liar' and the one being hunted down for investigating, her grandfather doing the same to others hadn't really made her blink an eye. But then all of it had been turned on her, and when she hadn't accepted 'fantastic pseudology' as an answer? Well, she wasn't about to discuss all of that with Root, let's be honest, here. ]
I'm not a trilk or a fek so by what I can tell I'm human. At least for the time being, since my world had high radiation and I believe we all know what that does to human DNA.