Legacy of Sentience (Open to Rebels)

[Corruck Kazen]

ReCal Headquarters​

Praesitlyn​

Corruck, Vigilant, Ultimatum​

Rebels Welcome​

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Corruck made the last check over the transformed science lab. He had had his scientists move their equipment and work to the level above. He had further spent money to have a temporary remodeling accomplished in the room. There were pillars added for aesthetic appeal, and he had food, tables, and a basic stage kit. He had arranged for a large number of people as he would prefer to have too many seats compared to too few. He had sent out a message to the majority of noteworthy personnel within the Rebel Alliance.

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He also had the two stars of the meeting powered down in the front on the stage. They both had a basic restraining bolt on, just to make sure that they did not attack each other in the off chance that they were both activated at the same time. He hoped to have a relatively full house so that he could show the Rebels what he had made, one of which would work with Rebels for most of its lifetime. The other would likely become an enemy of just about everybody in the galaxy, Rebels included, though he wasn't going to tell them that. He had plans for both these droids that would go far beyond the immediate needs of the Rebel Alliance.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Max sat at one of the fancy tables that were scattered about the room in some strange pattern that he didn't care to discern. It was one of those days where he happened to be reminiscing upon certain unsavory portions of his past. The organization of the event didn't help to soothe it in any manner. It smelled too much of past. Imperial Military functions. He wore a black leather jacket and jeans, and sat with a few other AOSS operatives. His slugthrower sat underneath his shoulder. A well dressed waiter approached him as he smoked a cigarette in an agitated manner.

"Sir would you--"

"Get the fuck out of my face before I break it on this table. Quit being a slave. Get a real job"

The waiter promptly turned about and left. Leaving the other agents in various states of concealed amusement. Most of them had seen him like this before, and it brought them a bit of humor each time since it was a relatively rare occurrence.

[member="Corruck Kazen"]

 

[Blane Nightfall]

Blane was staying silent laying against the wall with his arms crossed, he probably would have been mistaken for a patient man though he wasn't. His face was nervous, the message he received was unexpected and something in it bothered him. He raised his head only to see Max at the table, in his mind it was the best option, maybe he could make this more clear than the message did. Blane decided to break his posture and walk to the man and his agents. As soon as he arrived, Blane bowed his head respectfully without any word leaving his mouth.

 

[Corruck Kazen]

Corruck smiled, seeing that there were a few people two of whom he could call by name, one of which he could name a past of. It was surprising that these two would show up, he had expected some others, but he wasn't complaining. It was good to have at least a fair number of people. These two droids would hopefully prove to change how the Rebels would work under pressure, because a droid didn't feel pressure.

He walked slowly through the tables, being polite and asking how this person or that was doing. He was slowly making his way towards the table with [member="Maximilian Vinticus"], where [member="Blane Nightfall"] also appeared to be. When he was close enough to talk without yelling or speaking too loudly, he greeted them. "Maximilian, Blane, good to see both of you here. I hope that the ambiance isn't too Imperial for your tastes."

 

[Davin Jusik]

"A bit." Max said to [member="Corruck Kazen"] while returning [member="Blane Nightfall"] 's nod and motioning for him to take a seat. "Just brings back some memories."

"Tell me a little more about this project friend." Max said, adding a touch of warmth. So far Kazen had been nothing but kind to him, even understanding of his prior associations. He counted him as an ally.

 

[Blane Nightfall]

Blane sat on the chair as soon as Max motioned him to. He then waited patiently for the man to finish what he had to say and then added "I hope it's not some kind of destructive weapon cause that picture kind of worries me." He wasn't the one to love science but nor to hate it, after all learning is a part of life, though as much as he knows, science is not always so useful, sometimes what you create can turn against you.

 

[Corruck Kazen]

Corruck listened to both, he could empathize with [member="Blane Nightfall"] after all, he still had his own doubts. There were always those fears in the back of head, as unlikely as they seemed he was still concerned about either AI going rogue. They certainly had the ability to grow beyond basic thoughts and emotions, they could, in theory, be capable of complex thought such as theoretical sciences, math, and even philosophy. If such beings, which was technically what they were, did become hostile to anybody, they would pose the same threat that the majority of intelligent sentients could.

He responded to [member="Maximilian Vinticus"] with the simplest answer he could think of, he couldn't tell them everything of course but he could tell them the majority. "Well, I am not the best at explaining it, but the two droids are programmed with a highly complex and unique AI. They have the closest thing that machines can have to emotions and are can change parts of their own programs. They are intended for use within the Rebel Alliance as advisors in combat and non-combatant areas."

 

[Vigilant]

Vigilant was currently powered down and incapable of moving his body. That however did not stop his mind from continuing. His AI attached to the HoloNet allowed him to continue to function, mentally, while still powered down or otherwise incapacitated. He didn't have much to do at this point, he couldn't interact with the world around him so he couldn't follow his central programming. He had to help people, but he couldn't if he was unable to move. This presented a quandary, he had been led to believe that through his action or inaction the death of an organic sentient was his fault. If an organic died right in front of him, he would presented with the concept that that had been his doing, due to his inaction. Yet, on the same coin, it could not be his fault for being rendered inoperable, via a restraining bolt, and therefore unable to assist someone if something happened.

His logic chips and his central command board seemed to have two voices, waging a war within his cold metal body. He could stop it at any time, he was a machine and was completely capable of halting such illogical confrontations within his own systems. Yet, he didn't, it was far too interesting to watch the two devices fight one another. His humor kicked in, "It is a wonder that organics function at all with this emotional trauma going on beneath the surface." He had assumed, probably wisely, that organics often had similar problems within their own minds. However, they, unlike him, were incapable of simply rebooting the computer so as to remove the issue.

Soon, the interchange grew wearisome, neither unit was gaining ground, and all it had accomplished so far was to burn power that could be allocated elsewhere and in more important calculations. He couldn't see what was going on outside, even if the cameras were attached to the HoloNet he wasn't programmed for manipulation beyond a very minute degree. The accident on Corellia had ensured that he was not built that way. He couldn't do much, but he couldn't awake his body and actually interact with those he was meant to protect. So, he fell into a sleep mode where his mind was filled with complex equations that he could solve with ease.