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runawaynorth) wrote2019-01-05 02:38 pm
runawaynorth) wrote2019-01-05 02:38 pm
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Spider-Log ~ Spider-Log ~ does whatever a spider-log does ~
Who: runawaynorth & wheatcake
What: Further brain breakage for both of them.
When: Between November 6th & 10th, 2038
Where: Jericho (have fun crawling all over that derelict freighter, Spider-Man)
Why: BECAUSE WE HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY
He must have thought he was clever, with that tracking device on her foot. As it was, North felt an unpleasant mixture of shame and fear when, just two streets before she boarded the Jericho, she realized she was broadcasting an extra electronic signal.
Once she'd peeled it off, she held it up between thumb and forefinger, inspecting it closely. Annoyed with what she found, she crushed it in her fist and tossed it away. Not that destroying it would save their people.
It had already been sending updates on her location.
There was at least one human in Detroit who knew where to find them.
--when I'm around? Nobody dies. Or gets disassembled.
He'd said that. It was hard to believe he meant it. But even through the texts, it had been clear that he'd been speaking to her as an equal. He'd asked her one question to verify that she was as sentient as he was, and then just accepted it and moved on.
She'd report the security breach to Josh, North decided. Josh still trusted humans most of the time, still thought there could be peace between them. He would agree that they needed to be cautious, but he wouldn't condemn her the way Simon would, and if he was disappointed in her carelessness, well, better him than Markus.
North made her way to the gangway, relishing the thousand voices on a myriad of wireless connections. Her steps rang on the metal -- a surprisingly comforting noise -- but, most importantly, she was among her people and home. She would deal with whatever happened next as it came.
runawaynorth & wheatcakeWhat: Further brain breakage for both of them.
When: Between November 6th & 10th, 2038
Where: Jericho (have fun crawling all over that derelict freighter, Spider-Man)
Why: BECAUSE WE HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY
He must have thought he was clever, with that tracking device on her foot. As it was, North felt an unpleasant mixture of shame and fear when, just two streets before she boarded the Jericho, she realized she was broadcasting an extra electronic signal.
Once she'd peeled it off, she held it up between thumb and forefinger, inspecting it closely. Annoyed with what she found, she crushed it in her fist and tossed it away. Not that destroying it would save their people.
It had already been sending updates on her location.
There was at least one human in Detroit who knew where to find them.
--when I'm around? Nobody dies. Or gets disassembled.
He'd said that. It was hard to believe he meant it. But even through the texts, it had been clear that he'd been speaking to her as an equal. He'd asked her one question to verify that she was as sentient as he was, and then just accepted it and moved on.
She'd report the security breach to Josh, North decided. Josh still trusted humans most of the time, still thought there could be peace between them. He would agree that they needed to be cautious, but he wouldn't condemn her the way Simon would, and if he was disappointed in her carelessness, well, better him than Markus.
North made her way to the gangway, relishing the thousand voices on a myriad of wireless connections. Her steps rang on the metal -- a surprisingly comforting noise -- but, most importantly, she was among her people and home. She would deal with whatever happened next as it came.
no subject
"How do to break in?" His head bobs up, suddenly pinged. "Stealth? I'm good at stealth. I mean, I don't generally steal shipments of... things, but this is for a good cause." He doesn't sound conflicted, just... he needs to remind himself. He can remember more than a few times when the law was on the wrong side of justice. "If you need help, I mean. I shouldn't make you guys get stuff for me if I'm not pulling my weight."
no subject
It gives her the beginning of an idea, but she backgrounds the process. She can deal with that later.
"We're pretty good at stealth ourselves. We've been hitting CyberLife shipment centers. We have a few former security androids who help us plan." She pauses -- not because she's thinking, but to simulate human conversational rhythm -- and says, "I'll introduce you around and we'll see about getting you on the team once I've cleared everything with the other leaders."
sorry work ate me.
Then... he wonders about something else.
"Did- uh, smack me if this is too personal or whatever, but why didn't the people who designed you guys put in contingencies against this sort of thing? Like Asimov's laws of robotics, or something similar." He assumes she'll know what those are; she is, after all, the subject of them. "I mean, I'm not complaining; if you have the processing power and complexity to be sentient, you deserve whatever you can get, but I used to run a tech company and that is not a cheap venture. Having your 'products'," he makes quotes in the air and his voice tilts sarcastically, "run off and demand rights has got to be costing them. Did they really not foresee this in the testing stages?"
Maybe... maybe that's how he can help them. He can unravel that mystery, because it just sticks out to him, now, in a way he can't ignore.
it's no worries! \o
And then she'd realized that she found sex with humans unpleasant, and it had been like finally seeing an invisible wall. Finally seeing that she could destroy it and then walk past her instructions like garbage on a street.
"We have deactivation codes. And trackers. When an android deviates..." North trails off and then shrugs. "They stop working. Nobody's sure why. Our best guess is that they're linked to the programming that keeps us obedient. You should ask one of the others about rA9 sometime."
She's never believed in rA9, but it's an interesting thought experiment.