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First Transmission
I - [Action, morning - 1450 Mitchell Road]
[Looks like Robot House has a new not!daughter. She is currently wandering around the house at the crack of dawn, pushing open every single door and window in the house, regardless of who or what may be in/out there. When she "finishes" so to speak, she settles at the landing of the staircase, her hands folded in her lap. She appears to be fascinated by them.]
II - [action, afternoon - around town]
[Kuyou will be wandering around aimlessly, still apparently fascinated by her skin and hair. She doesn't appear very aware of her surroundings, so excuse her if she absentmindedly bumps into a tree or gets hit by a car. And then picks herself right back up like nothing happened.]
III - [phone, afternoon]
This...place...it is very strange.
We are...all humans? ...feels strange. Sasaki not here? Kyou..ko? Fuji...wara? [She pauses.] Kyon?
[Looks like Robot House has a new not!daughter. She is currently wandering around the house at the crack of dawn, pushing open every single door and window in the house, regardless of who or what may be in/out there. When she "finishes" so to speak, she settles at the landing of the staircase, her hands folded in her lap. She appears to be fascinated by them.]
II - [action, afternoon - around town]
[Kuyou will be wandering around aimlessly, still apparently fascinated by her skin and hair. She doesn't appear very aware of her surroundings, so excuse her if she absentmindedly bumps into a tree or gets hit by a car. And then picks herself right back up like nothing happened.]
III - [phone, afternoon]
This...place...it is very strange.
We are...all humans? ...feels strange. Sasaki not here? Kyou..ko? Fuji...wara? [She pauses.] Kyon?
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I am a...
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[She blinks again, and suddenly her whole demeanor changes. Suddenly she's not stuttering, or being indecisive and confused. She seems like she's a machine, reciting from a code fed into processors.]
Inorganic life forms, made solely out of data, generated by data. Manufactured for interaction, observation, data collecting, progress...capabilities: space manipulation, space distortion, nanomachine injections, rapid regeneration, matter reconstruction, cross-temporal synchronization--[She claps a hand on her face and groans a little bit. As if she's unaware of of what she just said.]
What...did...?
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I am an AI myself. At least I was before I came here.
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AI - artificial intelligence.[Reconsidering, she says] I was not...made by humans.
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"Aliens."
Kyon says...we are...aliens.
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What a strange idea. And you were built to observe things?
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AUTONOMY.no subject
Interesting.
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What are you doing?
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Head. My forehead...it hurts.
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Headache. [She gives a tiny nod.]
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Follow me.