Dr. Marie Delacroix :: Engineering (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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poly_chromatic2012-08-29 05:25 pm
prosopopoeia) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-08-29 05:25 pm
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022 :: video
DELACROIX to NETWORK: 29-08-???? re: A Show
[ The video is taken from above. Marie is perched on the top of a stake of crates, a now customary array of cigarettes and white wine arranged alongside her. Below, milling about on the concrete below, are the robots, asking in cheerful beeping tones, Can I help you? Can I help you? ]
Engage orders 227.
[ Marie's voice, and at her instructions a few of the robots go still. One self-destructs moments later, sending some of its fellows toppling over, shrapnel pieces flying everywhere. The others take on aggressive modes, lashing out at the unsuspecting.
Delacroix sets down the camera, taking up her glass of wine instead, one foot swinging contentedly as she watches the little heard of robots attack and defend one another, each one certain they act on her behalf.
The carnage ends with one injured bot limping impotent circles.
Marie sets down her glass, shifting to take a pistol out of a leg holster. She fires one armor piercing round and the machine goes down. Just as calmly, she tucks the pistol away, takes up her cigarette. ]
Hm.
[ It hasn't been a very productive day for Marie, her not so helpful robot helpers had been underfoot with a constancy, and she had, eventually, given in. She had closed up her lab to stop them from destroying anything, and had instead taken the lot of them down to an empty garage space. She had then begun to tinker with them.
She doesn't trust AIs overmuch. SHODAN is still a laughing figure in her dreams, a constant threat that could be lurking anywhere. Anything that technology can reach, where computers can automate, is a potential weapon to her. XERXES had turned against them as well, and it had been just the same. The cameras followed your every movement, turrets placed to protect turned against the crew members, maintenance droids of every size and shape patrolled the cargo bays, waiting. It had saved Marie's life many times, futile as it was, to be able to reprogram them.
It's almost relaxing now, and that's what the spends her day on, taking a few of the visiting nuisances and picking apart their little brains. ]
She doesn't trust AIs overmuch. SHODAN is still a laughing figure in her dreams, a constant threat that could be lurking anywhere. Anything that technology can reach, where computers can automate, is a potential weapon to her. XERXES had turned against them as well, and it had been just the same. The cameras followed your every movement, turrets placed to protect turned against the crew members, maintenance droids of every size and shape patrolled the cargo bays, waiting. It had saved Marie's life many times, futile as it was, to be able to reprogram them.
It's almost relaxing now, and that's what the spends her day on, taking a few of the visiting nuisances and picking apart their little brains. ]
[ The video is taken from above. Marie is perched on the top of a stake of crates, a now customary array of cigarettes and white wine arranged alongside her. Below, milling about on the concrete below, are the robots, asking in cheerful beeping tones, Can I help you? Can I help you? ]
Engage orders 227.
[ Marie's voice, and at her instructions a few of the robots go still. One self-destructs moments later, sending some of its fellows toppling over, shrapnel pieces flying everywhere. The others take on aggressive modes, lashing out at the unsuspecting.
Delacroix sets down the camera, taking up her glass of wine instead, one foot swinging contentedly as she watches the little heard of robots attack and defend one another, each one certain they act on her behalf.
The carnage ends with one injured bot limping impotent circles.
Marie sets down her glass, shifting to take a pistol out of a leg holster. She fires one armor piercing round and the machine goes down. Just as calmly, she tucks the pistol away, takes up her cigarette. ]
Hm.
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[She shrugs.]
Per'aps not.
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[Marie is not heading off into a happy place with this.]
But she is not human and she does not have my sympathy.
[She leans her head back, putting a hand over her face tiredly.]
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Don't think on it.