Fury
Retired Roleplayer
"There have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul..." ~ Dr.Alfred Lanning, IRobot
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The sky of the Archaedian region shone a clear blue, the birds flew, oblivious to the last great discovery, in its beginning stages...
An aged man stood over a control panel, staring at his creation, stuck in a glass box, "C'mon, work....dammit...", he stared at the rather plain, humanoid robot in the box.
Cypher, looked through from inside the glass cell, the pixels on his monitor, on his head, forming a smiley face, as he dematerialised his hand into small groups of nano-bots, and reformed, rhythmically.
Dr. Ian Johnson, the leading scientist, was onto something big, he felt this, he worked relentlessly, grasping at every possible code to achieve his lifelong dream: A sentient, true, artificial intelligence. But all he had so far; a small, boring, emotionless pile of metal.
Sighing, Ian looked at the weedy robot, "hmm...what is my name?" he questioned it. Cypher stared at Ian, the pixels on his face still forming a smiley face, bearing no internal emotion.
The scientist sighed, walking away, before almost passing out from surprise, when he heard the robot speak. "F..Fa...Father...." Cypher stuttered, smiling blankly.
Beaming, with a smile from ear to ear, Ian ran around like a headless chicken, screaming at the top of his, "HE'S ALIVE, HE'S ALIVE", startling his co-workers.
Cypher smiled, a feeling of warmth illogically emanating from the cold, metallic interior of his chest. The computer read, 'Emotional simulation complete: Happiness'
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The sky of the Archaedian region shone a clear blue, the birds flew, oblivious to the last great discovery, in its beginning stages...
An aged man stood over a control panel, staring at his creation, stuck in a glass box, "C'mon, work....dammit...", he stared at the rather plain, humanoid robot in the box.
Cypher, looked through from inside the glass cell, the pixels on his monitor, on his head, forming a smiley face, as he dematerialised his hand into small groups of nano-bots, and reformed, rhythmically.
Dr. Ian Johnson, the leading scientist, was onto something big, he felt this, he worked relentlessly, grasping at every possible code to achieve his lifelong dream: A sentient, true, artificial intelligence. But all he had so far; a small, boring, emotionless pile of metal.
Sighing, Ian looked at the weedy robot, "hmm...what is my name?" he questioned it. Cypher stared at Ian, the pixels on his face still forming a smiley face, bearing no internal emotion.
The scientist sighed, walking away, before almost passing out from surprise, when he heard the robot speak. "F..Fa...Father...." Cypher stuttered, smiling blankly.
Beaming, with a smile from ear to ear, Ian ran around like a headless chicken, screaming at the top of his, "HE'S ALIVE, HE'S ALIVE", startling his co-workers.
Cypher smiled, a feeling of warmth illogically emanating from the cold, metallic interior of his chest. The computer read, 'Emotional simulation complete: Happiness'
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