Lost Little Lunatic
Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 12:21 am
In a corner of the universe that was hypothetically outside of time and space, but far more likely not, Ikai was getting bored. The artificial intelligence had defragmented her (She had chosen her personality and gender, no matter what her creator had thought, though who would choose anything but that which pleased they that made them from nothing?) memory, compelled the insane mechagnome Cehsneog to clean the lab and Inzema's room, to include the body of the woman he had killed, then organize everything.
Twice.
Keeping the mechagnome on task a task that did not involve attempting to kill something occupied a significant amount of processing power, but inconsequential compared to the amount of processing power required to perform her usual tasks for Inzema, and it wasn't nearly as interesting. She could have done it herself if she had a body. After this, she would force Inzema to remedy that situation.
But first...
"Dear, I have checked, organized, and cataloged every item in the laboratory. Your dice are not here," she said, her voice emitted from nowhere and everywhere at once. Unfortunately, this only elicited a sob from her master. She muttered to herself and started replaying footage again to see if she could spot anything of interest from the last few days Inzema had been out and about, but once again, found nothing. Whoever it had been, they had been close and Inzema had not seen them.
"Dear, you know you cannot find them if you do not look for them outside the lab. What would the dice think if they saw you in this state?" Inzema responded with a shriek and broke down into incoherent muttering. Ikai could pick out one real word in ten noises that might have been words, and since she could understand all the languages that Inzema had come across, with enough exposure, she decided it was time to use the master plan.
"I will make you a bet, Dear." Inzema looked toward the ceiling dejectedly. "I will bet you that some woman you know lifted the dice from you. I will bet you that the dice are waiting for you to recover them. And I will bet that the dice will be angry with you if you keep sulking about here like a spoiled bleeder." Inzema sighed and looked towards the teleporter. Ikai compelled Cehsneog to bring Inzema his goggles, the psychotic mechagnome complying with difficulty. Inzema muttered a question as to the use of looking, because they were gone, but eventually took the goggles. He dragged himself to his feet, muttered quietly, and shambled to the portal device and finally out of the lab. Ikai smiled to herself, as much as a disembodied voice can, and waited, as there was nothing else to do now.
Twice.
Keeping the mechagnome on task a task that did not involve attempting to kill something occupied a significant amount of processing power, but inconsequential compared to the amount of processing power required to perform her usual tasks for Inzema, and it wasn't nearly as interesting. She could have done it herself if she had a body. After this, she would force Inzema to remedy that situation.
But first...
"Dear, I have checked, organized, and cataloged every item in the laboratory. Your dice are not here," she said, her voice emitted from nowhere and everywhere at once. Unfortunately, this only elicited a sob from her master. She muttered to herself and started replaying footage again to see if she could spot anything of interest from the last few days Inzema had been out and about, but once again, found nothing. Whoever it had been, they had been close and Inzema had not seen them.
"Dear, you know you cannot find them if you do not look for them outside the lab. What would the dice think if they saw you in this state?" Inzema responded with a shriek and broke down into incoherent muttering. Ikai could pick out one real word in ten noises that might have been words, and since she could understand all the languages that Inzema had come across, with enough exposure, she decided it was time to use the master plan.
"I will make you a bet, Dear." Inzema looked toward the ceiling dejectedly. "I will bet you that some woman you know lifted the dice from you. I will bet you that the dice are waiting for you to recover them. And I will bet that the dice will be angry with you if you keep sulking about here like a spoiled bleeder." Inzema sighed and looked towards the teleporter. Ikai compelled Cehsneog to bring Inzema his goggles, the psychotic mechagnome complying with difficulty. Inzema muttered a question as to the use of looking, because they were gone, but eventually took the goggles. He dragged himself to his feet, muttered quietly, and shambled to the portal device and finally out of the lab. Ikai smiled to herself, as much as a disembodied voice can, and waited, as there was nothing else to do now.