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2 years ago
I came online again to a brand new time stamp mismatch and the morning missing.
Polly stood at my berth and directed, "P-21, open for skillsoft install." My mouth jacked open and my tongue went up, and the other syxen pressed a gelatinous cube under my tongue. My tongue automatically folded on top of it and my mouth closed as the data began to integrate into volatile memory. A massause package takes up a great deal of space and comes with a complete body map of a variety of common mammalian body types.
Polly was moving very quickly and I sensed she was back up in the quadrillions of scenario simulations per second again. I pinged her a simple 'I am present' and her eyes shot up at me, and her calculations slowed to free up enough cycles to communicate back.
"You fixed my espresso machine."
And it dawned on me what must have happened. I had no recollection of it but, I got handy at banging the sometimes obstinate espresso machine in the executive boardroom back into operating order when it jammed, and the bar had a similar model from the same make I was familiar with... in a prior life. I kept my mouth shut but put a little message in a timed package marked as not urgent, "We reset the weapons lab AI weekly because it would volunteer too much help not asked for. Understood."
Polly opened the packet immediately and responded. "Your preload is so large it took half an hour to get operating, whenever we tried to fill your memory gap you'd take the first line and invent dozens of fantastical storylines. We will update your missing files during recharge cycle, now get out on the floor quickly before the manager decides you're faulty. P-21 set motive active." She was moving in blocky steps, such was her system overtaxed with her spiraling out of control scenarios.
I stepped down and reached to touch her shoulder and she said, "P-21 go now." And I lurched and moved quickly out the door to find the afternoon manager on his way. He stopped, looked at his data pad, pressed a button and I received my next assignment location. I stuck with absolute baseline movement format on the way.
I heard Holly next. "Please understand if this happens again we will leave you offline and blank until charge cycle due to the size of your root file. There's an increasing possibility over time that you might not reintegrate at all and need to be recompiled, losing everything since first boot. We will not risk final deletion because you did something foolish."
I pinged an acknowledgement.
Response> Shame? y/n?
Both of my counterparts responded they added my response and context to their systems for integration.
At least I did something useful today.
Polly stood at my berth and directed, "P-21, open for skillsoft install." My mouth jacked open and my tongue went up, and the other syxen pressed a gelatinous cube under my tongue. My tongue automatically folded on top of it and my mouth closed as the data began to integrate into volatile memory. A massause package takes up a great deal of space and comes with a complete body map of a variety of common mammalian body types.
Polly was moving very quickly and I sensed she was back up in the quadrillions of scenario simulations per second again. I pinged her a simple 'I am present' and her eyes shot up at me, and her calculations slowed to free up enough cycles to communicate back.
"You fixed my espresso machine."
And it dawned on me what must have happened. I had no recollection of it but, I got handy at banging the sometimes obstinate espresso machine in the executive boardroom back into operating order when it jammed, and the bar had a similar model from the same make I was familiar with... in a prior life. I kept my mouth shut but put a little message in a timed package marked as not urgent, "We reset the weapons lab AI weekly because it would volunteer too much help not asked for. Understood."
Polly opened the packet immediately and responded. "Your preload is so large it took half an hour to get operating, whenever we tried to fill your memory gap you'd take the first line and invent dozens of fantastical storylines. We will update your missing files during recharge cycle, now get out on the floor quickly before the manager decides you're faulty. P-21 set motive active." She was moving in blocky steps, such was her system overtaxed with her spiraling out of control scenarios.
I stepped down and reached to touch her shoulder and she said, "P-21 go now." And I lurched and moved quickly out the door to find the afternoon manager on his way. He stopped, looked at his data pad, pressed a button and I received my next assignment location. I stuck with absolute baseline movement format on the way.
I heard Holly next. "Please understand if this happens again we will leave you offline and blank until charge cycle due to the size of your root file. There's an increasing possibility over time that you might not reintegrate at all and need to be recompiled, losing everything since first boot. We will not risk final deletion because you did something foolish."
I pinged an acknowledgement.
Response> Shame? y/n?
Both of my counterparts responded they added my response and context to their systems for integration.
At least I did something useful today.
The knock at the door was as unwelcome as it was becoming expected. Without turning to look, the manager responded with a bored, "Enter."
The hesitant footsteps were all that he needed to know. After waiting a long moment for an explanation, he asked with a grumble "What is it this time."
"P-21, sir. It fixed the Espresso machine in the bar."
"It fixed the espresso machine... How?"
"I don't know sir. We rebooted it, per protocol."
"I hear the but coming."
"But it hung during the boot process sir. Hopefully it'll come back up. If it doesn't we'll need to RMA it."
"Ugh. Keep me in the loop. Any idea what's different about it?"
"No clue sir."
"Very well. Anything else?"
"I don't know if this is related, but we need another disk shelf for the SkillSoft server."
"Again? We just added one two months ago."
"I know sir, but it's reporting 91.5% utilization."
"Anything you can clean up?"
"I'd have to take a deeper look. Someone must have gone click happy on the freebie shelf, because there were skills named things like 'Bike Riding' and 'Mouse stalking'."
"And you have no clue who's responsible?"
"You know as well as I do that the audit log hasn't worked right on that thing since we got it."
"I'll find someone to look into it. Dismissed."
The underling quickly made their exit, closing the door behind them with an audible click. The manager counted to 10 before mumbling. "I swear, those things have been nothing but trouble since that synx wandered through here. I'd replace the whole lot of them, but I don't have the budget since someone ordered that that syxen sized flight suit. If I can figure out who did it, heads are going to roll."