SID-10S "Sid"
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Briana Sal-Soren
"Sid?"
There was nothing.
At least that is how the lack of anything was perceived. But was there truly any perception occurring while in this strange non-existent phase? Or was it a manifestation of other senses enabling the loss of visuals to be reminded of something that they had yet to experience? Or had they already experienced this perception and merely forgotten the truth behind this blank yet overflowing reality?
There was a flicker. Brief and jarring as an image filtered in before promptly flickering back out. A biological face. Different from the one it had been acquainted with. Had it been stolen? It refreshed itself upon the definition of stolen, weighing the possibilities while waiting for the visage to appear once more.
A total of 7 times this occurred with varying degrees of time lapses. Some occurred for a mere 5 seconds. One occurrence even bordering on what it predicted to be a near catastrophic volatile reaction of what was certain to be an improper attempt at power source wiring.
It was thankful it had not been entirely the case.
"Sid?"
And suddenly, everything.
The static burst was the warning it received before something else revealed itself. Reality? Or merely a protocol being engaged behind the veil of perception? Was this existence in its most defined form? Or only what was permitted to process it? The surroundings felt familiar and foreign. Names of objects to identify the strange surroundings presenting themselves without being called upon.
An extended duration of activation nearing the mark of 18.6 seconds. Cut short by an action of its own doing. To a small degree by its determination. Watching its manipulator reach out with malicious intent before the vision switched back to that incomprehensible calm. Old protocols for security of the combat zone engaged by the misfiring of the recognition system.
In the silence and welcoming of that strange existence between, it felt the shift in its entirety.
Surges of energy routing to different locations to subdue or remove old pathways for its processing. It was… alarming to process. Identifying its status as a near low power mode, bordering on complete shut down.
Perhaps testing the power draw through revitalized systems. Or testing for malfunctions in a similar way of processing the situation.
How did it come to this?
"Sid?"
All at once and never ending.
The flood of information began between those short visits behind the veil. The never ending and all welcoming between. It was what some might have concluded to be, relaxing. A chance to recollect and evaluate the presented data for the one experiencing it however.
True silence.
It was a strange concept to even consider. But the lapses in cohesive timing its chronometer had logged upon reversion back to that strange presentation of existence supplied ample evidence as to the lack of awareness during those unaccounted passing cycles. Another occurrence of understanding without explanation that should have brought with it some form of alarm. Or at least the need to process peculiar and irrational data.
But that alarm never rose.
The need to process only occurred during those times when the strange soft features awoke it once more. More familiar and, even to some ever increasing degree, endearing.
"Sid?"
The shutters focused, a manipulator slowly rising to the apprehension of the biological before it. A 32.7 degree tilt of its cranial housing to exemplify the silent query it had. The manipulator dropped to its side to alleviate the tension that was plain in the minute details of her face.
An increasing familiarity with the word used to summon it from behind the static. Not as comforting as that peculiar between, but more interesting by a non-zero value weighted across different scales and precautionary evaluations. The look of hope that it was able to quantify gave way to the drawn expression of defeat pulling processing power away from the automatic diagnostic that had been enabled. An organic manipulator moving to disengage the power though failing.
The shudders closed. Resignation sending it into a state of self imposed queries.
Had it done something wrong? It had not been malicious in its intent. Correct? Had not intended for anything more than understanding. Correct?
Left in this powered state for a duration that had previously been unable to occur, the woman exited the room. An identification buried beneath layers of overclocked systems that had yet to be brought to the forward systems for proper analysis.
Auditory emissions were picked up roughly 6.82 meters outside the room. Low and agitated, though quickly dispersing as the sound of another entryway opening and closing occurred.
The familiar vocal qualities of the one who had been working on them easily picked apart. The second set of auditory emissions however were an unknown entity. Likely male with the predictive systems enabled and churning through a list of previously encountered situations and auditory samples.
The access to that list of situations was corrupted. Lenses flaring wide open at the revelation before sharply drawing closed again with a clack as it shut down visual receptors to allow further processing power to act on the corrupted files.
Corrupted or dismantled? No. Adjusted. The path of access altered to remove certain allocations while still allowing for the relevant data to apply.
An intriguing development.
It remained in this state for approximately 9 standard hours, 21 standard minutes, and 49 standard seconds. The arrival of the woman prompting the visual receptors to engage and follow her motions through the room. Rubbing her own visual receptors before noticing their currently powered state.
Agitation and something it could only describe as discontent mottled their features before they returned to that quiet state.
The measure of its own enjoyment of the situation rising approximately 41.73 percent. A marked increase since their initial phase of operation in this setting. Had they been active before? The prohibited sections of data allowed for a chance of 89.99 repeating percent chance of such a possibility being fact. Where had they been prior to this then? Did the lack of internal understanding about their prior operations hinder their forward progress?
It was a possibility, though measuring only 11.41 percent.
The lenses flickered with power once more, processing capabilities at an easy 34.61 percent and running only 3 non-vital systems in the background of what had been relegated to standard operating protocols.
"Sid?"
The sequence of engagement between powering up and actuator realization was an expedited 1.9 seconds, and each motivator was operating at optimal capacity. The initial diagnostic revealing a new system that was slow by its measure to engage. Their vocabulator had been enabled.
Was that what…
"Sid?"
Their lenses focused once more before the aperture opened wide and finalized the appropriate adjustment to the present lighting around the room. Mechanical whirring as their actuator enabled and allowed their cranial housing to swivel as the figure moved to switch them off.
The small lights behind the vocabulator shielding emitting a dull bluish hue as words formed.
"Bri. An. A."
