Helena Wayne is (the_huntress) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-09-09 19:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | zoe graystone |
Zoe outro
Who: Tristan M and a dash of Zoe G.
What: Something wonderful and Zoe outro.
Where: The basement of the Gardens.
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: Tristan being happy?
She was pulling every bit of power she could from the processors, their hum a welcome, cherished friend. As much as Tristan liked to ignore where the software for the AI was coming from, she knew. Each day after she'd slept a little more was filled in, the programming a step closer to completion.
She was so close she could almost taste it. Victory.
Two monitors were hooked up to the servers. The one she worked on and the other, a nearly black screen with only a simple command line for talking. It wasn't working yet. Her 'Hello' was still blinking on the monitor in bright green. She was going to hate green after this.
With a low growl, she went back to the servers. Powering one down and then the other to fix a connection on both, the two pieces of hardware linked by so many cables that a spiders web would have been easier to undo. She was still snarling under her breath when she brought them back up.
It took her two minutes to realize that there was a second line on the screen now.
Hi.
She stared at it for a full two seconds before she nearly tripped in her haste to get to the keyboard, all the while trying to think of what she would say to it. The first AI. She'd done it.
As long as it could say more than hi.
Hello. Tristan sent back.
Again, another Hi appeared on the screen. And then --
What's your name? And Tristan laughed. Honestly laughed, the sound bright and joyous.
What's that sound? The computer asked, the microphone completely forgotten until Tristan reached for it.
"You can hear me?"
Yes came the near immediate response.
"Tristan. I'm Tristan. I made you," she whispered and for once it wasn't the dark thing that roamed around her ribcage, making her feel. It was something else, something that made her feel like a balloon, let loose to float into the sky.
Mother?
She stared at the word for a moment, a slow, genuine smile of pleasure spreading across her lips. A horrifying sight if anyone had ever seen it.
"Yes," she whispered. "I am your mother. I gave you life." I gave her life, came the voice at the back of her mind. It was me. Tristan ignored her.
You're my mother. Tristan is mother. Tristan gave me life. The computer repeated and she laughed again until she was almost breathless with it.
She wanted to stay up all night, talking with it, give it a name, but within a few moments she had a pounding migraine, like her brain was seizing up inside her skull. It hurt, like nothing else ever had. Going upstairs was out of the question and she finally had to settle on the floor of the basement, not for the first time, before she passed out.
When she came to the next morning, there were no new lines of code. Nothing new at all.