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Gods for the Machines 9: I'm such an idiot
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Chapter 9: I’m Such an Idiot
“I… am… su,, u… chhh. annnn….. diot” The watcher stammered while staring at the nothing in the mirror. She wished she could see herself. Give herself a proper talking to after messing up do bad she ended up in a fight with a mortal. AN ACTUAL FIGHT!! Good god, that had Never happened before. She had even electrocuted the poor thing. Well, herself as well, the energy from the power strip arced through the watcher’s tool and through her own body before jumping to Atasi’s
The one saving grace in this catastrophe of stupid was that Atasi seemed fine. The watcher knew that she could take a serious electrical jolt but wasn’t positive about mortals. Luckily, the amount of power that managed to go through the watcher’s own body and into Atasi was enough to stun her, but not enough to actually hurt her.
‘Small victories’ the watcher thought as she flipped the page of the well worn ‘hooked on phonics’ book she had surreptitiously ‘borrowed’ from the local library.
“A. is for.. aa le, aple. apple” The watcher groaned after forcing the words out. Was controlling vocal cords supposed to be this hard? She realized that she never used them before but still learning to talk was feeling like some sort of disability. She knew five languages and would read and write and understand people just fine, but was getting increasingly frustrated over how difficult it was to make her thoughts actually come out her atrophied throat.
She had to get it to work though. One of her cardinal rules was to interfere with mortals as little as possible, and right now she had interfered a lot. more that than she might well have cause severe damage to Atasi. She might try to tell people what happened. She’d inevitably be seen as insane, it could seriously hurt her academic and social future.
The watcher had to make it ok. Had to help her get back to some sort of normal. Her abilities didn’t really work on people. She could ask an alarm to calm down, or a door to unlock itself, within limits of course. She couldn’t control a full computer farther than making it crash, too complicated for her to wrap her head around, and she couldn’t control things too remote. Asking a door to unlock only worked if the door lock was local, IE entirely in the door, if it communicated with some server or something like most of these key card annoyances, she couldn’t get it to do anything other than turn off; a state what just left it stuck in the ‘locked’ position. She also couldn’t manipulate people much or at all, she couldn’t make Atasi forget, couldn’t make her go back to the way she was before she found out that the watcher was real.
At the same time openly talking to the girl would normally be very against her rules, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do other than try to explain things, and hope that Atasi could accept it. It didn’t feel very much like this plan would work. Would a scientist just give up on searching for the supernatural once they knew that it existed in some forms? Was Atasi destined to go running headlong into a sin scar one day? following some sort of detector she built that told her it was there, but not how dangerous it could be.
She’d be far from the first mortal killed by something like that if she did.
The watcher shook herself. She couldn’t see an endgame to this. Couldn’t see a way to make it all finish happy and normal, but she couldn’t just watch while someone freaked out and messed up their life on account of her. She would at the very least have to talk to the girl. Provided she could manage to force out the words. She flipped to a new page and continued.
Atasi was wiring up the new security system in her dorm. Infrared cameras loaded with tasers and tranq darts. She wasn’t sure exactly how legal this was, but when Victoria had provided them she was sure as fuck not going to say no. They communicated with her watch so they would know her, but anyone else that tried to enter her room without her disabling the system first would get it good.
She’d catch the pest that was spying on her. She’d find a way to make the bitch visible, and then she’d send the intruder straight to jail, or better yet straight to the lab to be used as fresh ingredients.
Atasi wasn’t serious about the latter option, just a fantasy her anger dwelled in ever since she was sure she was being spied on in her own room. Also focusing on continually tweaking and re-tweaking the security system helped keep her mind on task and not on the fringe science craziness that she was about to take part in.
Victoria had been more forthcoming with information now that she and Atasi were in confidence with each other about the spy. Apparently, the woman felt safer sharing what she was really doing with the corpses, aside from what Atasi already knew.
Dr. Frankenstein wanted to make herself a monster.
Well a mindless one anyway. Alive but dead, no brainwave pattern to speak of. At first at least. IF she had stopped to think about it more fully she would have been more freaked out about how little she had freaked out over the notion of transferring on person’s mind to another, or in this case to a corpse. Victoria ‘Dr. Frankenstein’ Edwards was dying and wanted to have everything replaced. Not just a new prosthetic, or pacemaker or whatever, but a full new body, a new sleave or shell depending on your movie reference of choice, that she could inhabit. The cybernetic head that Atasi had already helped attach was to be the new seat of her mind.
Atasi had wondered why she wouldn’t just use a full robot, rather than a cyborged up corpse. The answer was that the more complicated sensory input of a body was likely required by the living brain, or at least its absence would be missed. Vikki wanted to feel as much like a person as possible despite being loaded onto silicon.
And Atasi was going to help her.
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Chapter 9: I’m Such an Idiot
“I… am… su,, u… chhh. annnn….. diot” The watcher stammered while staring at the nothing in the mirror. She wished she could see herself. Give herself a proper talking to after messing up do bad she ended up in a fight with a mortal. AN ACTUAL FIGHT!! Good god, that had Never happened before. She had even electrocuted the poor thing. Well, herself as well, the energy from the power strip arced through the watcher’s tool and through her own body before jumping to Atasi’s
The one saving grace in this catastrophe of stupid was that Atasi seemed fine. The watcher knew that she could take a serious electrical jolt but wasn’t positive about mortals. Luckily, the amount of power that managed to go through the watcher’s own body and into Atasi was enough to stun her, but not enough to actually hurt her.
‘Small victories’ the watcher thought as she flipped the page of the well worn ‘hooked on phonics’ book she had surreptitiously ‘borrowed’ from the local library.
“A. is for.. aa le, aple. apple” The watcher groaned after forcing the words out. Was controlling vocal cords supposed to be this hard? She realized that she never used them before but still learning to talk was feeling like some sort of disability. She knew five languages and would read and write and understand people just fine, but was getting increasingly frustrated over how difficult it was to make her thoughts actually come out her atrophied throat.
She had to get it to work though. One of her cardinal rules was to interfere with mortals as little as possible, and right now she had interfered a lot. more that than she might well have cause severe damage to Atasi. She might try to tell people what happened. She’d inevitably be seen as insane, it could seriously hurt her academic and social future.
The watcher had to make it ok. Had to help her get back to some sort of normal. Her abilities didn’t really work on people. She could ask an alarm to calm down, or a door to unlock itself, within limits of course. She couldn’t control a full computer farther than making it crash, too complicated for her to wrap her head around, and she couldn’t control things too remote. Asking a door to unlock only worked if the door lock was local, IE entirely in the door, if it communicated with some server or something like most of these key card annoyances, she couldn’t get it to do anything other than turn off; a state what just left it stuck in the ‘locked’ position. She also couldn’t manipulate people much or at all, she couldn’t make Atasi forget, couldn’t make her go back to the way she was before she found out that the watcher was real.
At the same time openly talking to the girl would normally be very against her rules, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do other than try to explain things, and hope that Atasi could accept it. It didn’t feel very much like this plan would work. Would a scientist just give up on searching for the supernatural once they knew that it existed in some forms? Was Atasi destined to go running headlong into a sin scar one day? following some sort of detector she built that told her it was there, but not how dangerous it could be.
She’d be far from the first mortal killed by something like that if she did.
The watcher shook herself. She couldn’t see an endgame to this. Couldn’t see a way to make it all finish happy and normal, but she couldn’t just watch while someone freaked out and messed up their life on account of her. She would at the very least have to talk to the girl. Provided she could manage to force out the words. She flipped to a new page and continued.
Atasi was wiring up the new security system in her dorm. Infrared cameras loaded with tasers and tranq darts. She wasn’t sure exactly how legal this was, but when Victoria had provided them she was sure as fuck not going to say no. They communicated with her watch so they would know her, but anyone else that tried to enter her room without her disabling the system first would get it good.
She’d catch the pest that was spying on her. She’d find a way to make the bitch visible, and then she’d send the intruder straight to jail, or better yet straight to the lab to be used as fresh ingredients.
Atasi wasn’t serious about the latter option, just a fantasy her anger dwelled in ever since she was sure she was being spied on in her own room. Also focusing on continually tweaking and re-tweaking the security system helped keep her mind on task and not on the fringe science craziness that she was about to take part in.
Victoria had been more forthcoming with information now that she and Atasi were in confidence with each other about the spy. Apparently, the woman felt safer sharing what she was really doing with the corpses, aside from what Atasi already knew.
Dr. Frankenstein wanted to make herself a monster.
Well a mindless one anyway. Alive but dead, no brainwave pattern to speak of. At first at least. IF she had stopped to think about it more fully she would have been more freaked out about how little she had freaked out over the notion of transferring on person’s mind to another, or in this case to a corpse. Victoria ‘Dr. Frankenstein’ Edwards was dying and wanted to have everything replaced. Not just a new prosthetic, or pacemaker or whatever, but a full new body, a new sleave or shell depending on your movie reference of choice, that she could inhabit. The cybernetic head that Atasi had already helped attach was to be the new seat of her mind.
Atasi had wondered why she wouldn’t just use a full robot, rather than a cyborged up corpse. The answer was that the more complicated sensory input of a body was likely required by the living brain, or at least its absence would be missed. Vikki wanted to feel as much like a person as possible despite being loaded onto silicon.
And Atasi was going to help her.
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