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*HYUN-AE. ([personal profile] silentasterisk) wrote in [community profile] redthreadrpg2017-03-04 02:42 am

FIRST LOG.

Who: *Hyun-ae, anyone who runs across her!
When: Day 1, sometime in the mid-afternoon.
What: *Hyun-ae has a body. She is appropriately freaking the fuck out about it, but not because it's dead, because it's a body, and she hates having a body.
Where: Her room (which is shared with Alphys, at present), feel free to hear her shrill screams across the way.

Warnings: Mention of... a dead body, possible allusions to Hate Story spoilers, AKA *Hyun-ae's backstory which contains mentions of: heavy abuse, graphic violence, murder, suicide, genocide/death, and sexual acts. Yes. All that. Please see my permissions.

[ A sudden, sharp inhale, and *Hyun-ae awakens. There's no whirring, no feeling of her processors... well, processing. It's all very convoluted. She's breathing, which in and of itself, is a problem that she wants to correct. Oh, sure, she can set up a program to mimic needing to breathe, but she has little to no need to do such things; she's an AI.

Artificial beings don't NEED to breathe.

No, the greater problem here is that she is in an unfamiliar place, not inside the ship's computer at all. Did someone download her and shove her into another drive? Is she in... AI space prison for what she did, her crimes catching up to her at last? No, she thinks, if that was the case, why in the name of the emperor would she be... feeling quite so much? She closes a hand, opens it, and throws off the covers.

Dinosaur pajamas. A hastily stitched wound on her chest. A slightly off skintone she barely recognizes. A small red ring around her finger... there's... is this... why are there TEARS in this? She feels the body. It feels almost clammy. Then, she notices it: an odd injury. A stab wound. Finally, unable to contain her incredible terror anymore, *Hyun-ae does the only sensible thing left to the poor AI:

She shrieks. She shrieks as loud as she possibly can, as long as she can, burying her hands into her hair. And when she's done letting out that long scream, she begins yelling hysterical words, tugging the long, dark, messy hair at her head, fumbling out of the bed and onto the floor. Mirror. Mirror. She needs to. Needs... needs to... make sure... she keeps it. Her...

She touches her throat. It's okay. She's got it. She's fine, she's fine.

But no matter how hard she tries to force the core programs inside herself to CALM DOWN, she can't. She's still hysterical, still upset. Someone is gonna have to calm this girl down, she's in tears. No. No, no no no no no nononononononono. She doesn't WANT to be in a body. She doesn't WANT to be in a BODY-- ]


SOMEONE HELP ME! THIS ISN'T RIGHT... THIS ISN'T RIGHT!!!
hikikosaurus: (Is anyone...)

hi roomie

[personal profile] hikikosaurus 2017-03-04 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Things Alphys expected today: walking down the halls of her lab to deliver their food, testing some more explosives, spending some time in the End chamber to see if she can figure out something her predecessors never did, maybe managing to hide her mood from Undyne.

Things she never expected: been abducted by aliens??? Aliens, or something else with the kind of power to bypass the barrier. It's practically beyond comprehension. And so is their taste in movies.

She'd first spent a while in the first courtyard, asking if anybody else knew anything more, and trying not to panic. Then a little time in the kitchen, looking for something to eat and steady her nerves with... and finally, just enough time in the hobby room to realize it was completely hopeless.

Finally, she gave up, and now she's heading down the hall with her bedroom key in hand. Here was hoping that her kidnappers were nice enough to bring some of her things from home. And... Well. She really wishes she'd made similar requests for her test subjects. If their captors ever let her go, the first thing she's doing -- or at least strongly thinking about doing before panicking at the idea of anyone asking why she was doing it -- is improving the living area in the labs so they've got things to do all day.

So of course with that in mind, someone starts screaming. Crying for help, repeating themselves like Lemonbread... The similarity sends a chill down her spine.]


H-h-hold on! I'm c-coming!

[She jogs toward the screaming, and it's coming from her room. Oh god, could it actually be one of them in there? But if it is, she needs to help them calm down before anybody realizes they're here. She fumbles with the key in the lock without even checking if it is locked, and finally gets it opened.

The person in there, screaming from the floor... well, they're not anybody she recognizes. So that's something.]


What's wrong??
hikikosaurus: (Are you okay?)

[personal profile] hikikosaurus 2017-03-04 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[As *Hyun-ae struggles to speak, Alphys crouches down besides her frightened likely-roommate; the better to hear, in case of a worn out voice from too much screaming. There's no signs of injury she can see, no dust, or blood, or knocked over furniture. Maybe they thought being kidnapped was a bad dream?

But they finally speak, and the things they say... Well, she knows those words, and she can't believe what she's hearing.]


Subroutines? O-oh my god, are you... are you an artificial intelligence? One wh-wh-who doesn't normally, um, live in a body?

[A real AI? Her hand hovers inches from *Hyun-ae's shoulder. If they're overloaded, touching them... really wouldn't be the best choice. But they look so real, not like a robot at all.]

I-I could go look for the person who checked us off... but no, I th-think they locked that door. Umm, uhh...

[If only she wasn't such a fake, if only she'd really programmed the robot she was famous for... maybe she'd be the perfect person to help.]
hikikosaurus: (001)

[personal profile] hikikosaurus 2017-03-05 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
You look plenty cute to me? I mean! Um, that is to say... oh no.

[Alphys covers her face for a moment, yellow scales somehow flushing red behind them.

Is *Hyun-ae really implying that Alphys should inspect her chest, after complaining that she's not cute enough? With that idea suddenly introduced, it's a little difficult to focus on the drier details like computer and spaceship.]


Y-y-you think something's... wrong, with your body? I-it's not yours, I got that. But... is the wrongness just, um, from being biological? Because I know human bodies... I think that's a human body? They're very different from, well, how I expect spaceships would work.
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[personal profile] hikikosaurus 2017-03-07 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
So, it's like you're a copy?

[This is just a foot in mouth dance, Alphys slightly screeches and claps her hands over her mouth.]

I mean! A human... was your template! So you know that much.

[She tilts her head, looking at the parts of *Hyun-ae visible from here, and has to admit the truth.]

Y-you might even know more than me, about human bodies. I've only seen... well, in person, I've only seen one human, before now. Most of what I know is... theoretical? And based on, um, movies. I-I can take a look, at the areas you can't see, if you want. But... th-there's really only so much I know.
hikikosaurus: (Are you okay?)

[personal profile] hikikosaurus 2017-03-08 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Huh? Th-that's okay, I know plenty of decent people. I'm sure humans c-can be, too. The one I met was... they were a good friend for, uh, some of my... friends?

[It feels presumptuous for her to refer to them as friends, with only Undyne really coming by... but that's the easiest wording. Alphys coughs, and moves on by moving back as quickly as she can.]

If you want to t-tell me about them, I'm more than happy to hear about them. But, uh, your body... I don't see anything, umm, injured looking from here. Nothing on your... its face, or hands. Except, that little red mark? A-and it looks like you're breathing and talking okay.

[Don't ask her to identify the slightly off-color skin of a revived corpse.]
hikikosaurus: (001)

sorry for the way late backtagging, i had to hiatus from alphys longer than i expected

[personal profile] hikikosaurus 2017-03-25 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
O-oh my god, no, that's... As long as it's not, like... something that's getting worse, then. You're right, there's no...

[Boy that part of that wall is very interesting right now. Staring over there for a minute doesn't hide Alphys' mortified flush at the idea that she meant to ask. Worse is the little question whether she did. But it lets her hide from *Hyun-ae's expression, and that's enough right now.]

W-well... I mean. I don't think humans have even gotten far into space, yet, where I came from...? They did some awful things, a long time ago. Almost past our history, too. There was a war, and they killed... a lot of us...

[She trails off for a second, considering.]

...M-maybe humans overall do suck. B-but some are decent. And I w-want to believe a lot of them are, b-because... they make so many great stories, about friendship, and kindness, and everything. There must be a lot who are trying.
social_insect: (worried)

[personal profile] social_insect 2017-03-06 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Cue Jan running towards the sound of screaming]

Whoa, hey! Is everything okay! Of course it isn't, you're screaming! What's wrong?
social_insect: (Default)

[personal profile] social_insect 2017-03-08 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, um... are there any scientists around? They might have a computer big enough to house an AI, and technology to re-upload you. I mean, that's what you want, right?

[Wasp isn't asking what happened to the body's inhabitant.]
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[personal profile] social_insect 2017-03-25 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
If you don't like it, let's try to find a computer, then!
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[personal profile] social_insect 2017-04-14 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
There is only one way to find out, isn't there? At least, that's what I learned at school.

[One of her teachers is a mad scientist with highly questionable sanity].
theserpentsmiles: (The dreams you had are hard to remember)

OKAY EXTREMELY LATE BUT I WAS EXCITED FOR THIS. AM HERE NOW.

[personal profile] theserpentsmiles 2017-03-12 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Screaming. High-pitched; as sustained as it is probably a girl. Or woman. And, as high-tension as he was, as he still is, the first thing that comes to Nagisa's mind is the memory of way too much blood flying through the air and one of his classmates hitting the ground, and exhausted and drained as he is he's on his feet and out the door before he knows it.

It doesn't hit him first that this is a bedroom, or that one occupant is decidedly not human. It hits him that the screaming girl is not, in fact, Kayano Kaede. With that bit of relief tucked in his chest, he just...takes a deep breath and a good look. He walks, slowly, toward her bed. He'll stop if she freaks out more in response, but his guess is she won't even register he's there until he actually makes contact.

Which, if he's allowed to get close enough, won't be physical - not yet. He just settles himself, harmless as a mouse, on the floor near the foot of the bed. Her tells are all over the place and he doesn't know the cause.]

Miss... Please breathe. One deep breath, then tell me what's wrong.
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[personal profile] theserpentsmiles 2017-03-12 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
[...That's maybe about as calm a reaction as he could have hoped for, and he'll take it. Focus on her eyes, her breathing, her neck. She's making sense, up until she starts panicking again - something she said? Had to be. Especially since she corrects herself. But it's weird, that should still mean the body isn't hers - it's the kind of thing Ritsu might say and only be half-joking.

His brows furrow for just a moment. She's lying, or something like it, but he lets it slide. He'd talk about Ritsu, but...he has no idea what the rules are anymore, if the threat still applies. He won't, then. Better secret than sorry. All in all, he takes the AI thing in stride. His demeanor remains normal and his voice is as even as if he's talking about the weather.]

This must be really weird, then. Do you need any...help, or anything? I don't have answers, but if there are any changes you don't understand, I might be able to explain. ...Do you mean a space ship?
theserpentsmiles: (Who break their backs slaving every day)

[personal profile] theserpentsmiles 2017-03-13 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
A computer... I wonder if-- [And he digs one hand into his pocket, only finding cloth. Oh, right - he'd left his phone at home. Anyone he needed to contact would also be hooked into their frequency. The communicator has been down since he got here.] ...No, never mind, sorry.

I can't put you back in a computer or anything, either...but if you need to know anything about being in a human body, I can help.

A colony ship means you're from a place where space travel is common, right? [He keeps up the questions about her home - it might help to give her something more familiar to focus on alongside the weirdness of...well, being here.]
theserpentsmiles: (I won't be pushed around)

[personal profile] theserpentsmiles 2017-03-13 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
...No? Even reaching Mars is still petty far off.

[Sure, Nagisa has boarded the International Space Station....but especially with how things are now, no one's probably even going as far as the moon for a long time. Not with most of it vaporized.]

It would be really cool, though. So your ship is from Earth after all?
theserpentsmiles: (Who break their backs slaving every day)

[personal profile] theserpentsmiles 2017-03-23 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Another weird correction. ...Not important, he's not interested in learning things she'd rather not share and there are more important things coming to light.]

Do AI have generations, too? Even AI are really, really new technology... What you're describing sounds like something from science fiction.

[He frowns. What's going on here?] I didn't think space travel would be much of a concern for a while until we've figured out all the effects of the moon, it's only been a year...