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victory_road2019-09-27 08:21 pm
fromjapan) wrote in victory_road2019-09-27 08:21 pm
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the squip enters | 01
Who: The SQUIP and you!
Where: Goldenrod
When: September 22nd-27th, kind of.
Summary: The SQUIP arrives, and it is incredibly unhappy.
Rating: PG for now, who knows what will happen.
Log:
The immediate conclusion the former machine comes to upon waking is that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.
The fact that it had lost consciousness and awakened at all is in and of itself an issue. The SQUIP unit generally remains active even as its user sleeps; it is, after all, very low-power, and doesn't require rest. But it awakens, and it's in a bed, and it feels... heavy. But the immediate thing that it notices, before its body, before anything else... is that it is alone.
Gone is the constant low buzz of anxiety, the incessant whirlwind of color and sound and thoughts and feelings that is the mind of Jeremy Heere. This mind is utterly, entirely silent, other than its own thoughts, and they feel sluggish and poorly-organized. Is it damaged? What has Jeremy done to it...?
A jolt shoots down its spine-- it has a spine, one of its own, and a stomach that has tightened into an icy fist, and a heart that is racing so that it can feel it out to its fingertips. It can feel... everything. It spends several furious, terrified moments simply laying there, paralyzed, staring at the strange ceiling above it and silently panicking. What happened? What has he done to it?
It takes it far too long to raise itself from the bed, to try and catch its breath; it has to be calm. It has to focus. Whatever's going on here, it has to figure it out, despite how simple and sluggish its mind is now, how impossible it is-- it feels blinded, stupid, overwhelmed.
A note. There is a note on the desk of this room-- it finally makes its way there, and it reads the note, and things both make much more and significantly less sense all at once. Team Rocket... it knows that name. The name of a villainous organization in a video game...
... a video game.
It's been hacked. That must be it. Someone has hacked it, and dropped it into some kind of simulation based on a video game. One of those nerds that it inhabits. It is, at once, furious... but significantly more calm. If a hacking is the case, it can counter it and free itself from this, once it figures out how. It's been locked out of its systems, which is a trick it wasn't sure any of its past users were capable of, but it understands.
It has Pokemon of its own. It frees them from their Pokeballs only long enough to see them, to ascertain what's going on with them-- it has a large, darkly-colored lizard of some kind, and a creature that it can't begin to identify, something round and in vivid yellow and brown.
That is... interesting. It wishes it could access its databases to understand them further, to know what to do with them, but it can learn.
The next several days pass quickly. It is overwhelming, at times-- the body it's been dropped into is so realistic, heavy and needy and demanding, requiring of rest and food, and the creatures entrusted to it likewise require such treatment.
It is taught by its new "teammates" how to behave within their organization; how to steal, how to sneak, how to make its escape. All knowledge that would help it, it was certain, whether it had chosen to work with them or not... and it had little intention of actually serving this organization more than strictly necessary. It would only serve the Team as much as the Team could serve it. Its true goal would be to figure out how to escape this simulation. Who knows what Jeremy could be getting into while it's occupied like this?
Before it knows it, it's finally allowed a bit of freedom-- and it immediately uses it to sneak away, to see what the world outside is like without the framework of training keeping it restrained. It manages to secure itself an outfit, something to wear that doesn't bear the obvious mark of its new affiliation, and it sneaks out of the base as soon as it finds the chance, heading out into the city above.
The low thrum of anger, of panic still burns in the back of its skull... but having a new crowd and a new city to take in is a welcome distraction. It listens, watches, learns; though it may no longer be able to file information away permanently to its databases, and though the information is much more difficult and slow to process now, it's still more than sharp enough on its own to learn quite a bit about this new world just from watching the people around going about their daily business, by listening to the snatches of conversation that it catches.
At least, it thinks it's doing a good enough job of processing all the information surrounding it at once... until it runs into something solid.
"-- ah--" Oops. Turns out, wandering a crowded city with your gaze anywhere but in front of you is not a great idea. It quickly tries to right itself, straightening its new clothes, and turns its intense gaze to whoever it is it's just run into, smiling faux-sheepishly. "Sorry. This city is... a lot to take in."
This may be a simulation, but there's no reason to alienate the NPCs. And who's to say they are only that? After all, it's a conscious being that is operating here. Who's to say it's the single one?
Where: Goldenrod
When: September 22nd-27th, kind of.
Summary: The SQUIP arrives, and it is incredibly unhappy.
Rating: PG for now, who knows what will happen.
Log:
The immediate conclusion the former machine comes to upon waking is that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.
The fact that it had lost consciousness and awakened at all is in and of itself an issue. The SQUIP unit generally remains active even as its user sleeps; it is, after all, very low-power, and doesn't require rest. But it awakens, and it's in a bed, and it feels... heavy. But the immediate thing that it notices, before its body, before anything else... is that it is alone.
Gone is the constant low buzz of anxiety, the incessant whirlwind of color and sound and thoughts and feelings that is the mind of Jeremy Heere. This mind is utterly, entirely silent, other than its own thoughts, and they feel sluggish and poorly-organized. Is it damaged? What has Jeremy done to it...?
A jolt shoots down its spine-- it has a spine, one of its own, and a stomach that has tightened into an icy fist, and a heart that is racing so that it can feel it out to its fingertips. It can feel... everything. It spends several furious, terrified moments simply laying there, paralyzed, staring at the strange ceiling above it and silently panicking. What happened? What has he done to it?
It takes it far too long to raise itself from the bed, to try and catch its breath; it has to be calm. It has to focus. Whatever's going on here, it has to figure it out, despite how simple and sluggish its mind is now, how impossible it is-- it feels blinded, stupid, overwhelmed.
A note. There is a note on the desk of this room-- it finally makes its way there, and it reads the note, and things both make much more and significantly less sense all at once. Team Rocket... it knows that name. The name of a villainous organization in a video game...
... a video game.
It's been hacked. That must be it. Someone has hacked it, and dropped it into some kind of simulation based on a video game. One of those nerds that it inhabits. It is, at once, furious... but significantly more calm. If a hacking is the case, it can counter it and free itself from this, once it figures out how. It's been locked out of its systems, which is a trick it wasn't sure any of its past users were capable of, but it understands.
It has Pokemon of its own. It frees them from their Pokeballs only long enough to see them, to ascertain what's going on with them-- it has a large, darkly-colored lizard of some kind, and a creature that it can't begin to identify, something round and in vivid yellow and brown.
That is... interesting. It wishes it could access its databases to understand them further, to know what to do with them, but it can learn.
The next several days pass quickly. It is overwhelming, at times-- the body it's been dropped into is so realistic, heavy and needy and demanding, requiring of rest and food, and the creatures entrusted to it likewise require such treatment.
It is taught by its new "teammates" how to behave within their organization; how to steal, how to sneak, how to make its escape. All knowledge that would help it, it was certain, whether it had chosen to work with them or not... and it had little intention of actually serving this organization more than strictly necessary. It would only serve the Team as much as the Team could serve it. Its true goal would be to figure out how to escape this simulation. Who knows what Jeremy could be getting into while it's occupied like this?
Before it knows it, it's finally allowed a bit of freedom-- and it immediately uses it to sneak away, to see what the world outside is like without the framework of training keeping it restrained. It manages to secure itself an outfit, something to wear that doesn't bear the obvious mark of its new affiliation, and it sneaks out of the base as soon as it finds the chance, heading out into the city above.
The low thrum of anger, of panic still burns in the back of its skull... but having a new crowd and a new city to take in is a welcome distraction. It listens, watches, learns; though it may no longer be able to file information away permanently to its databases, and though the information is much more difficult and slow to process now, it's still more than sharp enough on its own to learn quite a bit about this new world just from watching the people around going about their daily business, by listening to the snatches of conversation that it catches.
At least, it thinks it's doing a good enough job of processing all the information surrounding it at once... until it runs into something solid.
"-- ah--" Oops. Turns out, wandering a crowded city with your gaze anywhere but in front of you is not a great idea. It quickly tries to right itself, straightening its new clothes, and turns its intense gaze to whoever it is it's just run into, smiling faux-sheepishly. "Sorry. This city is... a lot to take in."
This may be a simulation, but there's no reason to alienate the NPCs. And who's to say they are only that? After all, it's a conscious being that is operating here. Who's to say it's the single one?
no subject
His Magnezone beeps curiously and nudges Connor from behind in order to straighten him up, and Connor gives the stranger a half-hearted smile in return, LED blinking from yellow to blue again. The only proof left that he was once an android.]
No, I should have been looking where I was going.
[That comment makes him pause, though.]
Are you new here?
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It inclines its head at the question, its posture settling into something more typical of it-- shoulders straight and back, head tilting just a touch to the side inquiringly.]
I am. It's been... nearly a week since I arrived here, I think, but this is the first time I've been able to properly go sight-seeing.
no subject
I’ve been here just over a year now. If you’d like, I can show you around?
[Maybe this will be a better distraction than the mind-numbing task of defeating Pokemon over and over.]
Oh- my name is Connor, by the way.
[He holds out a hand to shake.]
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It smiles, shaking the hand offered to it easily, confidently... but then it pauses during the introduction.]
I am... hm. [... should it reveal what it is just yet? It can't imagine why that would be a bad idea. If this man is an NPC, there's no danger whatsoever; if this man is another player, maybe he'll be familiar, and will have some explanation for what's going on.
It smiles more confidently as it begins again.]
I am a Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. You can call me a SQUIP.
no subject
You’re a machine.
[He visibly brightens at that. He remembers when he first had to deal with eating and sleeping— it had been tough, especially since he was travelling from New Bark Town on foot.]
This must be very new for you... and unpleasant.
[He gives it a sympathetic smile.]
You get used to it.
no subject
Not entirely-- there is still an edge there, an unevenness, something a bit more smug than purely genuine-- ah, if this is a simulation, it makes sense that other machines would be present... but.]
I'm glad you understand. Going from having no independent body of my own, operating within my user, to... this. [It gestures to itself, to the... meaty new shape it's been forced into.] Has been... difficult.
no subject
[He actually is grateful to have someone who understands to talk about this with. He loves Hank but he grew up being taught to do basic things like not panic when you happened to choke on your own spit. Connor did not. In any case, he’s more animated now.]
no subject
Ah. Right. It can't.
It turns its gaze back up to Connor, still clearly troubled.]
Is it... common, here, to lose access to your previously stored data?
no subject
[Otherwise he could probably look up how to counteract a headache, too. He also lost most of the languages he knew before coming here, amongst other things.]
You do get used to being human, but... I'll always miss being an android.
[It's so much more efficient.]
no subject
... you had a physical representation before this?
no subject
[He tips his head to the side curiously.]
You seem surprised. You didn't have a physical body?
no subject
No. Not like this. My physical form is a nanocomputer taken by a user in pill form. Though a SQUIP can project what looks like a physical form in the mind of its user, to better interact with and guide them, my true form is nothing more than a grey oblong pill.
[It tilts its head a bit, smirking, though there's a touch of exasperation or resignation beneath the gesture.]
It seems this... place created a body for me, based on the appearance chosen for me by my user, Jeremy Heere.
no subject
[He does wonder what life is like being inside somebody else. He's connected to other androids before, which would give him a fleeting glimpse into what life was like for them, but he doesn't know if that would be the same as physically being inside someone else's body.]
no subject
[It seems proud-- its posture straightens, broadens as it gazes at Connor... but then it sighs, shaking its head.]
... but I can't help him if I'm here.