Okay. Yeah. In that case, I'd be curious. As long as it won't get out of hand.
[ He really is curious, even if it's dulled. Meanwhile, Baymini blinks down at the axe with some confusion. Should he be retrieving this tool or what? ]
[ He's honestly worried about Hiro's mental health right now (and that just gets him right in the chest because, well, he's doing netnavi things, this absentminded caretaking of humans; it's almost a routine. he's fallen back into that pattern so easily) but he's also aware that he doesn't have the right to ask. No proper clearance, so to speak. ]
Very useful. [ The mettaur meeps again, seeming to determine Baymini as 'not hostile or edible', and the pickaxe flashes and dissolves into data. Hiro will be able to catch it literally compressing into pixelated fragments and returning to the virus' main body if he looks closely. ]
They'll be helping you with your other project, then? The microbots. Unless you have anything else you're working on currently that you feel like telling me about.
[ He keeps scanning the room, looking for more points of interest, hooks to talk about that keep Hiro involved in the conversation. He's pretty sure the last thing he needs right now is a total lack of engagement. ]
[ There's a higher-pitched, more panicked little 'meep' sound before the virus realises it's not going to get damaged by a little poke.
It kind of headbutts Baymini's hand in something of a return gesture, very softly.
The flying virus, meanwhile, lands on Hiro's shoulder with a little bump. It's a very light pressure; almost nothing. Like a tiny plastic model. ]
Armor? Are you planning on doing some more heroics in future? Or perhaps some very dangerous science experiments. [ He sounds genuinely curious, though there's a hint of something else in his tone at the mention of heroism, like he's not quite sure what he feels about it. ]
[ Another muffled squeaking noise, but the mettaur seems to enjoy the hug.
Magicman's expression softens imperceptibly when Hiro says that, when he cautiously reaches out to pet the little virus on his shoulder. Some things stay the same way everywhere, it seems. Hero teenagers included.
The little virus nudges its 'nose' up curiously, touching Hiro's finger in return. It feels like some kind of pliable material, with a smooth texture. A little like malleable plastic. ]
Ah, you have a team. It's always better to work with friends.
[ Less lonely, for a start. But he doesn't say that. ]
Would you like to tell me more about them? [ If it makes Hiro feel lonelier, then maybe not. But he must like them quite a bit, to go off and be heroic with them. ]
[ Good, cause it sure is getting cuddled. Baymini pats the little virus' head and says There, there.
Hiro continues to pet his shoulder buddy gently with a couple fingers. It makes him curious about that projection again, and how it makes material ... Maybe he can figure it out if he spends more time studying then. ]
They're all real nice. I guess I should call them Tadashi's friends originally, since he introduced me to them. But I like them too. It's nice to have friends for once...
[ Someone didn't have any at all before they came along. ]
[ The mettaur peeps quietly, apparently satisfied with its care. It's just kinda hanging in Baymini's arms.
The little virus wiggles from side to side, apparently enjoying the contact. If Hiro presses hard enough - not enough to hurt, just enough to exert a little more pressure than usual - he can actually see the virus' surface ripple a little to reveal some kind of complex, bizarre grid formation. ]
Well, with an intellect like this...You got bored of school? [ His own operator was never a delinquent, but he'd preferred to spend his time reading, coding...building and sewing, too. Rather than socialising very much.
[ He does try that, being careful not to hurt the little guy. Huhhh. Gently, he pets the virus in a couple more places to see if that pattern repeats itself. ]
Bored is one word for it. I skipped about five years and graduated early.
[ So, even worse: he was a tiny little kid among all these bigger ones already jealous of him for his smarts. ]
[ It does. Something about physical pressure seems to disrupt whatever is making the virus present in the real world; it's obviously still composed of data. ]
Ah, a prodigy. [ He states it with no emotion; it's just a fact. To skip that many years and graduate means he has an intellect that is far above people in his age bracket -- far above most people just in general, really. ] I'm not surprised you lacked friends, then. Humans are cruel, especially to those they don't feel are deserving.
[ There's a hint of bitterness in his tone. It holds something personal for him, too. ]
Though with nothing much to fill your days, I have to wonder how you passed your time.
[ Cool. Supercool. He'll have to experiment later.
His expression clouds a little. He doesn't like to discuss what happened during his school years. ]
Yeah. They are and they were. But I had my brother and we built all kinds of things together. We'd usually sneak into the expo at SFIT once a year too - it was right around the end of the year anyway, which was about when I hated school the most.
[ He notices that change in expression; it just confirms what he had assumed, out loud.
Some part of him remembers someone not too different from Hiro, in a factual kind of way. A distant memory with no emotion; something that will never be returned.
But that's long, long past. An old, scattered memory. ]
The bond between you and your brother is very strong, I see. Just to look? Or to do other things? I'm not too familiar with what goes on in expos; the ones my operator wanted to go to were usually too far to visit.
[ He watches that body language with a kind of odd sadness.
Being lonely is... ]
That's good. At least you weren't completely alone. And at the very least, you had things you could share with each other. [ It explains Hiro's actions a little more, at least; still a foolish action, still an impulsive one that could have ended badly, but... ]
I wonder how things would have gone, if you existed in my own world. This was one reason that navis were built -- to be friends to human beings.
...I know a few people who had childhoods a little like yours.
[ Elecman would be the most suited to talk about this, he knows. Or Fireman, even. But they both aren't here. ]
Yeah. We were a great team. We were gonna take on the world together.
[ That's such a bitter tone, though, for a statement that should have been happy. There's more than one reason why Hiro ran into that burning building. He gently nudges the virus on his shoulder again. Sure does sound nice having a digital friend - like Baymax, except a part of Hiro's life much earlier. ]
[ He doesn't ask, but he's fairly sure he can guess at why he mentions it in past tense, instead of present.
Chasing ghosts is something that isn't unknown to him; he'd seen it most with Fireman's loss, but he has his own echoes. ]
Mm.
They were happy. Eventually, as adults -- that's how I knew them first.
In those I knew, their navi was their only friend. For a very long time. Like you and your brother - the only point of contact they had who would treat them like a person instead of...not belonging, or not good enough.
[ He doesn't mention his own operator; he can't talk about that yet, not in-depth. He knows he'll be too emotional to talk about it properly, logically. Like he's supposed to.
The little virus nudges back, flying onto Hiro's hair and perching there. It seems very happy. ]
[ He curls in on himself a little, arms wrapped loosely around his legs. Good to know that these others found happiness - and didn't he, back home? Heck, he was even happy here before Tadashi showed up. Now there's a knot in his stomach that won't undo itself. ]
I don't think so. They were happy, of a sort, but it wasn't complete.
[ It's probably not the most comforting thing to hear, but he's always been honest. Lying comes easily to him, in some ways. Much less so in others. ]
Me specifically?
Well...
[ He pauses, wondering what to say. Wondering what is safe to say, what will help, what will not. What he can bring himself to say, about himself specifically. ]
...Well, I'm old, for an AI. I was an early generation model.
I wasn't always with an operator. And, well...
People didn't know how to treat true AI, at first. We weren't always seen as equals to human beings.
[ He sounds a little distant. Not sad, just like he's talking about something that didn't happen to him, even if it obviously did. ]
Childhood and puberty are difficult periods of time, so even without extra pressure it would likely have been stressful nevertheless.
[ It's easier to be honest, in the long run. Though he doesn't usually follow that advice when it comes to telling people about accurate reflections of his wellbeing. ]
Mm, well, it's just that it's easier to think of something as unfeeling when it's not exactly made the same way as you. Data and metal are just materials. Components that don't feel pain or emotion.
I suppose it's not a matter of who is worse, compared side by side. They often don't get to the stage of thinking artificial life is capable of feeling anything, let alone the same things as them. Tools don't feel pain or need emotions. It's just a reaction that imperfectly mimics human beings.
[ He sure does have a bleak outlook on this. He sounds sort of bitter, an undertone that has snuck into his usually impassive voice. ]
...Ah, well, I said I wasn't going to talk a lot, but I appear to have done that anyway. I hope you're finding it interesting, at least.
[ And he's back to light and pleasant to listen to and soothing. He switches between moods very well! One of his many concerning features. ]
[ He's definitely more focused than he was at the start of the conversation, and much much more engaged than he was directly after the fire. And he seems kind of righteously indignant about Magicman's situation, which is some emotion other than dull sadness, at least. ]
I guess if they can't even treat humans who aren't made quite the same way nicely, then it'd be too much to hope for that they'd be good to machines too. Maybe someday I'll program someone like you.
The world has improved, at least. Each generation of navis bonds more closely with their generation of human partners.
Those ethical violations happened a long time ago, comparatively. In the present, things have greatly improved. I'm fortunate to have what I have now - at home, in any case. Some others I have come to know here are -- not so fortunate. The relations between their lives and the lives of humans are more strained; humans wish for a return to a life devoid of advanced, thinking technology.
[ Long pause at that because oh hiro no you don't want to program someone like him...he'll just skim over that because that just touches on a whole lot of shit he doesn't even want to begin to address or acknowledge in himself. ]
...When you finally develop true AIs, I am sure you will treat them with the same respect you extend to others. It seems certain that the future of artificially created life in your own world is in good hands.
[ He sounds genuinely fond, in a muted kind of way. ]
[ He has to duck his head a little at that second comment, though. The thought of him changing the world is a weird one - he always assumed it would be his brother doing that. Or even better, both of them together. True AI certainly seems like something Tadashi would make... ]
I'll try my best. Programming was more my brother's thing.
There's two others here that come from my own world. One of my teammates - he's, ah...very energetic... [ Which is putting it lightly.
Speaking of which, he hasn't actually seen Colorman since the fires - he knows he's been in and out because of the sudden deposit of party goods in the living room of the house and the sudden appearance of blankets and other probably-not-paid-for items in his room. ] I haven't seen him in a little while, but he has a human body, like I do. He's probably hijacked someone's hoverboard or something. [ He sounds faintly concerned. Mostly parental, to be honest. And a tiny bit exasperated. ]
The other one is Megaman -- he's more about heroics, fighting the good fight...that sort of thing. I believe he's around your age mentally, too. Very accomplished, very smart. I'm sure he'd be happy to have someone around his own age to talk to - I think he's missing his partner.
As for other forms of synthetic life - there's Tempo, LMN-001. She's a robot who is able to think and act independently to a degree, but limited by certain parameters. And there's X...who is an android. He seems to be enjoying his stay here - he likes seeing humans peaceful and not upset and..not afraid of him.
That's everyone I know. You'll probably see them around on the network, or in person, sooner or later.
[ He makes a tiny, amused noise at Hiro's head-ducking motion. ]
Well, you have the basics. And I'm sure you'll accomplish much for robotics, at the very least.
Huh ... I guess I'll have to meet them too. They sound interesting.
[ And he really is interested, though he certainly won't be up for it tonight. Maybe he'll perk back up in the long term if he has more cool robot buddies to talk to. He smiles, faintly. ]
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[ He really is curious, even if it's dulled. Meanwhile, Baymini blinks down at the axe with some confusion. Should he be retrieving this tool or what? ]
Generic. I built them to fetch and carry.
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Very useful. [ The mettaur meeps again, seeming to determine Baymini as 'not hostile or edible', and the pickaxe flashes and dissolves into data. Hiro will be able to catch it literally compressing into pixelated fragments and returning to the virus' main body if he looks closely. ]
They'll be helping you with your other project, then? The microbots. Unless you have anything else you're working on currently that you feel like telling me about.
[ He keeps scanning the room, looking for more points of interest, hooks to talk about that keep Hiro involved in the conversation. He's pretty sure the last thing he needs right now is a total lack of engagement. ]
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Baymini lightly reaches out to poke the mettaur in return. ]
It's mostly those two ... I was working on some armor too.
[ Hence the larger pieces of carbon fiber and metal in here. ]
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It kind of headbutts Baymini's hand in something of a return gesture, very softly.
The flying virus, meanwhile, lands on Hiro's shoulder with a little bump. It's a very light pressure; almost nothing. Like a tiny plastic model. ]
Armor? Are you planning on doing some more heroics in future? Or perhaps some very dangerous science experiments. [ He sounds genuinely curious, though there's a hint of something else in his tone at the mention of heroism, like he's not quite sure what he feels about it. ]
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Hiro glances at the virus on his shoulder, reaching out tentatively to pet it. ]
Heroics. My and my friends, we were superheroes back home.
[ Not that he feels like much of one right now. He froze up bad on Friday and he knows it. ]
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Magicman's expression softens imperceptibly when Hiro says that, when he cautiously reaches out to pet the little virus on his shoulder. Some things stay the same way everywhere, it seems. Hero teenagers included.
The little virus nudges its 'nose' up curiously, touching Hiro's finger in return. It feels like some kind of pliable material, with a smooth texture. A little like malleable plastic. ]
Ah, you have a team. It's always better to work with friends.
[ Less lonely, for a start. But he doesn't say that. ]
Would you like to tell me more about them? [ If it makes Hiro feel lonelier, then maybe not. But he must like them quite a bit, to go off and be heroic with them. ]
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Hiro continues to pet his shoulder buddy gently with a couple fingers. It makes him curious about that projection again, and how it makes material ... Maybe he can figure it out if he spends more time studying then. ]
They're all real nice. I guess I should call them Tadashi's friends originally, since he introduced me to them. But I like them too. It's nice to have friends for once...
[ Someone didn't have any at all before they came along. ]
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The little virus wiggles from side to side, apparently enjoying the contact. If Hiro presses hard enough - not enough to hurt, just enough to exert a little more pressure than usual - he can actually see the virus' surface ripple a little to reveal some kind of complex, bizarre grid formation. ]
Well, with an intellect like this...You got bored of school? [ His own operator was never a delinquent, but he'd preferred to spend his time reading, coding...building and sewing, too. Rather than socialising very much.
They'd helped each other. ]
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Bored is one word for it. I skipped about five years and graduated early.
[ So, even worse: he was a tiny little kid among all these bigger ones already jealous of him for his smarts. ]
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Ah, a prodigy. [ He states it with no emotion; it's just a fact. To skip that many years and graduate means he has an intellect that is far above people in his age bracket -- far above most people just in general, really. ] I'm not surprised you lacked friends, then. Humans are cruel, especially to those they don't feel are deserving.
[ There's a hint of bitterness in his tone. It holds something personal for him, too. ]
Though with nothing much to fill your days, I have to wonder how you passed your time.
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His expression clouds a little. He doesn't like to discuss what happened during his school years. ]
Yeah. They are and they were. But I had my brother and we built all kinds of things together. We'd usually sneak into the expo at SFIT once a year too - it was right around the end of the year anyway, which was about when I hated school the most.
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Some part of him remembers someone not too different from Hiro, in a factual kind of way. A distant memory with no emotion; something that will never be returned.
But that's long, long past. An old, scattered memory. ]
The bond between you and your brother is very strong, I see.
Just to look? Or to do other things? I'm not too familiar with what goes on in expos; the ones my operator wanted to go to were usually too far to visit.
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He was my only friend for a long time. I think he took me to cheer me up, but we both got great ideas watching all the inventions on display.
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Being lonely is... ]
That's good. At least you weren't completely alone. And at the very least, you had things you could share with each other. [ It explains Hiro's actions a little more, at least; still a foolish action, still an impulsive one that could have ended badly, but... ]
I wonder how things would have gone, if you existed in my own world. This was one reason that navis were built -- to be friends to human beings.
...I know a few people who had childhoods a little like yours.
[ Elecman would be the most suited to talk about this, he knows. Or Fireman, even. But they both aren't here. ]
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[ That's such a bitter tone, though, for a statement that should have been happy. There's more than one reason why Hiro ran into that burning building. He gently nudges the virus on his shoulder again. Sure does sound nice having a digital friend - like Baymax, except a part of Hiro's life much earlier. ]
Were they happy? The people you knew.
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Chasing ghosts is something that isn't unknown to him; he'd seen it most with Fireman's loss, but he has his own echoes. ]
Mm.
They were happy. Eventually, as adults -- that's how I knew them first.
In those I knew, their navi was their only friend. For a very long time. Like you and your brother - the only point of contact they had who would treat them like a person instead of...not belonging, or not good enough.
[ He doesn't mention his own operator; he can't talk about that yet, not in-depth. He knows he'll be too emotional to talk about it properly, logically. Like he's supposed to.
The little virus nudges back, flying onto Hiro's hair and perching there. It seems very happy. ]
I'm sorry.
It's very difficult, being lonely.
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As adults, huh. Probably not as kids then.
[ He settles his chin down on his knees. ]
What about you?
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[ It's probably not the most comforting thing to hear, but he's always been honest. Lying comes easily to him, in some ways. Much less so in others. ]
Me specifically?
Well...
[ He pauses, wondering what to say. Wondering what is safe to say, what will help, what will not. What he can bring himself to say, about himself specifically. ]
...Well, I'm old, for an AI. I was an early generation model.
I wasn't always with an operator. And, well...
People didn't know how to treat true AI, at first. We weren't always seen as equals to human beings.
[ He sounds a little distant. Not sad, just like he's talking about something that didn't happen to him, even if it obviously did. ]
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[ He'd have called BS if Magicman had said anything else, let's be honest here. Better to have the truth. Speaking of which, he knows that tone. ]
People are dumb about that. I don't see why, since people are usually worse than robots or AI, but ...
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[ It's easier to be honest, in the long run. Though he doesn't usually follow that advice when it comes to telling people about accurate reflections of his wellbeing. ]
Mm, well, it's just that it's easier to think of something as unfeeling when it's not exactly made the same way as you. Data and metal are just materials. Components that don't feel pain or emotion.
I suppose it's not a matter of who is worse, compared side by side. They often don't get to the stage of thinking artificial life is capable of feeling anything, let alone the same things as them. Tools don't feel pain or need emotions. It's just a reaction that imperfectly mimics human beings.
[ He sure does have a bleak outlook on this. He sounds sort of bitter, an undertone that has snuck into his usually impassive voice. ]
...Ah, well, I said I wasn't going to talk a lot, but I appear to have done that anyway. I hope you're finding it interesting, at least.
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I guess if they can't even treat humans who aren't made quite the same way nicely, then it'd be too much to hope for that they'd be good to machines too. Maybe someday I'll program someone like you.
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Those ethical violations happened a long time ago, comparatively. In the present, things have greatly improved. I'm fortunate to have what I have now - at home, in any case. Some others I have come to know here are -- not so fortunate. The relations between their lives and the lives of humans are more strained; humans wish for a return to a life devoid of advanced, thinking technology.
[ Long pause at that because oh hiro no you don't want to program someone like him...he'll just skim over that because that just touches on a whole lot of shit he doesn't even want to begin to address or acknowledge in himself. ]
...When you finally develop true AIs, I am sure you will treat them with the same respect you extend to others. It seems certain that the future of artificially created life in your own world is in good hands.
[ He sounds genuinely fond, in a muted kind of way. ]
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There's others? Like you?
[ He has to duck his head a little at that second comment, though. The thought of him changing the world is a weird one - he always assumed it would be his brother doing that. Or even better, both of them together. True AI certainly seems like something Tadashi would make... ]
I'll try my best. Programming was more my brother's thing.
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Speaking of which, he hasn't actually seen Colorman since the fires - he knows he's been in and out because of the sudden deposit of party goods in the living room of the house and the sudden appearance of blankets and other probably-not-paid-for items in his room. ] I haven't seen him in a little while, but he has a human body, like I do. He's probably hijacked someone's hoverboard or something. [ He sounds faintly concerned. Mostly parental, to be honest. And a tiny bit exasperated. ]
The other one is Megaman -- he's more about heroics, fighting the good fight...that sort of thing. I believe he's around your age mentally, too. Very accomplished, very smart. I'm sure he'd be happy to have someone around his own age to talk to - I think he's missing his partner.
As for other forms of synthetic life - there's Tempo, LMN-001. She's a robot who is able to think and act independently to a degree, but limited by certain parameters. And there's X...who is an android. He seems to be enjoying his stay here - he likes seeing humans peaceful and not upset and..not afraid of him.
That's everyone I know. You'll probably see them around on the network, or in person, sooner or later.
[ He makes a tiny, amused noise at Hiro's head-ducking motion. ]
Well, you have the basics. And I'm sure you'll accomplish much for robotics, at the very least.
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[ And he really is interested, though he certainly won't be up for it tonight. Maybe he'll perk back up in the long term if he has more cool robot buddies to talk to. He smiles, faintly. ]
That's the plan.
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