Post by Karima Shapandar on May 11, 2013 8:35:47 GMT -5
The park was a place Karima spent a lot of her time. She wasn't hungry, her cat wasn't hungry, they wanted for nothing, needed nothing. Karima's durability in general provided her all the protection she needed against exposure that would probably drive most modern humans into a psychological place they wouldn't want to be in. Karima doesn't need to worry about that. She is still struggling to adjust to life, it's been a few months since she's pry'd her freedom away from the cold dead hands of a hundred trained Sentinel soldiers.
She operates from two primary positions. Preserve all life, and trust in reason. Logic helps her acquire reason, but the first point is really what feeds the other two in one huge circle of curiosity. At some point Karima decided that regaining her formerly lost Humanity would be a worthy chore to endeavor in. She theorized she could reprogram her own basic operating system to encompass genuine sensations of feeling. Most modern AI applications can only react and feel how you program them to feel, but Karima will take it a step further because she can. Thanks to the depth and scope of her own unique base machine language, she'll be able to give life to the code that she operates on. Life she currently lacks. seven tenths of her is machine, and there is no life in metal, circuits and one's or zero's.
To do this, she needs data. Exposure, what makes humans, human? Why do they behave the way they do and how can she mimic it with perfect accuracy. She will scour the earth, read every book, literary journal and article, watch every TV show, every movie, every documentary, every educational video. She will spend all her time poking and prodding people to learn their reactions, record, analyze, cross reference. She will do what no one has done yet. She with take the essence of life, and transform it into mathematics.
The first step is data collection.
People watching.
A simple walk in the park.
So now here she is.
She is wearing a duster over her frame that's just a tad to big for her, it covers her entire body completely. The tips of her fingers are visible, but the rest is concealed in the folds and form of the long and large over coat. Under the coat she wears a simple pair of gym shorts, a tank top and a bra that doesn't fit right. None of it fits right because none of the clothes are hers. She's homeless and she looks the part, shame because she is truly beautiful, gorgeous really, toned, supple, sexy. She carries all she owns in a backpack. Except the weapons that is. She's got a hand gun holster on one side which houses a hand gun, over the other shoulder is an old guitar strap which holds an M16 assault rifle. These weapons move and sway with her movements, you'd never know she had them. The jacket isn't buttoned closed, but it stays that way most of the time regardless.
She's meandering through the wooded area's of the park, there are people every where, it's a week day, mid day, people have come for a jog, for leisure, for a day off, or for lunch. There are always people in the park and it's always really easy to watch people without drawing attention to yourself here.
Her cat is here too. She doesn't keep it on a leash because she doesn't need to. She can track it in more ways than humans can track things, and always knows exactly where it is, even if she can't see it with her eyes, she can see it with her other biosensors. Body heat, pulse, blood pressure, heart beat. So the little orange fluffy tabby cat is lost around the woods some where, but it's never far from Karima in general. She may be here to watch people, but she sticks close to the cat, where it may wander, and on some days, the cat is her compass, and she merely goes where it goes.
She operates from two primary positions. Preserve all life, and trust in reason. Logic helps her acquire reason, but the first point is really what feeds the other two in one huge circle of curiosity. At some point Karima decided that regaining her formerly lost Humanity would be a worthy chore to endeavor in. She theorized she could reprogram her own basic operating system to encompass genuine sensations of feeling. Most modern AI applications can only react and feel how you program them to feel, but Karima will take it a step further because she can. Thanks to the depth and scope of her own unique base machine language, she'll be able to give life to the code that she operates on. Life she currently lacks. seven tenths of her is machine, and there is no life in metal, circuits and one's or zero's.
To do this, she needs data. Exposure, what makes humans, human? Why do they behave the way they do and how can she mimic it with perfect accuracy. She will scour the earth, read every book, literary journal and article, watch every TV show, every movie, every documentary, every educational video. She will spend all her time poking and prodding people to learn their reactions, record, analyze, cross reference. She will do what no one has done yet. She with take the essence of life, and transform it into mathematics.
The first step is data collection.
People watching.
A simple walk in the park.
So now here she is.
She is wearing a duster over her frame that's just a tad to big for her, it covers her entire body completely. The tips of her fingers are visible, but the rest is concealed in the folds and form of the long and large over coat. Under the coat she wears a simple pair of gym shorts, a tank top and a bra that doesn't fit right. None of it fits right because none of the clothes are hers. She's homeless and she looks the part, shame because she is truly beautiful, gorgeous really, toned, supple, sexy. She carries all she owns in a backpack. Except the weapons that is. She's got a hand gun holster on one side which houses a hand gun, over the other shoulder is an old guitar strap which holds an M16 assault rifle. These weapons move and sway with her movements, you'd never know she had them. The jacket isn't buttoned closed, but it stays that way most of the time regardless.
She's meandering through the wooded area's of the park, there are people every where, it's a week day, mid day, people have come for a jog, for leisure, for a day off, or for lunch. There are always people in the park and it's always really easy to watch people without drawing attention to yourself here.
Her cat is here too. She doesn't keep it on a leash because she doesn't need to. She can track it in more ways than humans can track things, and always knows exactly where it is, even if she can't see it with her eyes, she can see it with her other biosensors. Body heat, pulse, blood pressure, heart beat. So the little orange fluffy tabby cat is lost around the woods some where, but it's never far from Karima in general. She may be here to watch people, but she sticks close to the cat, where it may wander, and on some days, the cat is her compass, and she merely goes where it goes.