Post by Pyxis on May 23, 2014 19:39:48 GMT -5
Pyxis's mind had started to wander more and more as she made her way back. She had been prone to that ever since the recent full moon. No...since before that, even. Since her conversation with Crux on the beach. His words, as much as they irritated her, had managed to linger in her thoughts. What she was doing, according to him, was deviating from the mission. Humans were fragile, and better off disregarded. They were given the means to think, to feel, to have human-like experiences, but only as far as the mind extended. Their bodies were still made of metal, and living alongside humanity in such a state was impossible. Pyxis had objections to every single one of those statements, but she couldn't deny that there was some truth to them. As far as her duty and reason for existing were concerned, humans were only a distraction. But they were still a necessity. It was because of humans that she had gotten so far.
Wasn't it?
By now, she'd made her way back out into the Great Halls. She checked her radar the moment she stepped out of the library, ensuring that no shadows were around to impede her progress. None, and very few within the radar's maximum range, either. She mimed a sigh of relief as she continued her slow walk towards the exit. As she went, she noted that the halls had gone quiet ever since the library had been opened up. With no imminent threat of shadow attacks, the vast halls seemed even larger and emptier than ever. It was an uncomfortably fitting backdrop for her current situation. All the better to get out quickly, but Pyxis didn't have the will or energy for speed at the moment. So instead, she took a seat on top of a pile of debris and decided to wait it out. Was it irrational? Absolutely. But she'd become accustomed to quite a few irrational behaviors lately. What was one more?
After awhile, she started to feel something unsettling take hold over her. She couldn't quite put a name to what it was, save perhaps for what humans would call a 'bad feeling'. Hardly a new experience, but one she still didn't have logical terms for. It was similar to the sensation she felt when strong shadows were near: a nagging sensation of urgency in the corner of her consciousness with nothing concrete to attach it to. But with shadows, her sensory systems provided something concrete: detection of shadows nearby and a notification alarm if they were close enough. This had nothing like that with it, leaving it hanging on its own to bother Pyxis without providing a reason why. She closed her eyes and tried to shut the feeling out, but it refused to go away. A machine was simple. Even an intricate one like herself was just made of many simple parts, and one of them could be temporarily disabled if need be. Rudimentary artificial intelligence was the same: an individual 'thought' routine could be disabled or removed entirely. The human mind was something entirely different. As a whole, it could be disabled by forcing its owner to lose consciousness, but individual parts, individual thoughts, would continue running no matter what effort was put into shutting them down. In that way, Pyxis's was much more like a human's than a machine's now. No...save for the fact that she was still consciously aware of being mechanical in nature, and the limitations that came with that, her mind was now almost entirely human in nature. The body of a combat unit, the mind of a human...it was a cruel paradox. Especially where one particular human was concerned.
Life signs detected.
The familiar alert jostled Pyxis out of her inner monologue. Life signs? Here? ...No, she knew by now that that was hardly an unusual occurrence out here. There were plenty of strong Users who used this castle as a training ground now. Nothing strange about it. And yet, something about the situation seemed oddly familiar. Even so, the 'bad feeling' she'd been getting caused her to react to the notification more tensely than usual. "Who's there?" she asked.
Wasn't it?
By now, she'd made her way back out into the Great Halls. She checked her radar the moment she stepped out of the library, ensuring that no shadows were around to impede her progress. None, and very few within the radar's maximum range, either. She mimed a sigh of relief as she continued her slow walk towards the exit. As she went, she noted that the halls had gone quiet ever since the library had been opened up. With no imminent threat of shadow attacks, the vast halls seemed even larger and emptier than ever. It was an uncomfortably fitting backdrop for her current situation. All the better to get out quickly, but Pyxis didn't have the will or energy for speed at the moment. So instead, she took a seat on top of a pile of debris and decided to wait it out. Was it irrational? Absolutely. But she'd become accustomed to quite a few irrational behaviors lately. What was one more?
After awhile, she started to feel something unsettling take hold over her. She couldn't quite put a name to what it was, save perhaps for what humans would call a 'bad feeling'. Hardly a new experience, but one she still didn't have logical terms for. It was similar to the sensation she felt when strong shadows were near: a nagging sensation of urgency in the corner of her consciousness with nothing concrete to attach it to. But with shadows, her sensory systems provided something concrete: detection of shadows nearby and a notification alarm if they were close enough. This had nothing like that with it, leaving it hanging on its own to bother Pyxis without providing a reason why. She closed her eyes and tried to shut the feeling out, but it refused to go away. A machine was simple. Even an intricate one like herself was just made of many simple parts, and one of them could be temporarily disabled if need be. Rudimentary artificial intelligence was the same: an individual 'thought' routine could be disabled or removed entirely. The human mind was something entirely different. As a whole, it could be disabled by forcing its owner to lose consciousness, but individual parts, individual thoughts, would continue running no matter what effort was put into shutting them down. In that way, Pyxis's was much more like a human's than a machine's now. No...save for the fact that she was still consciously aware of being mechanical in nature, and the limitations that came with that, her mind was now almost entirely human in nature. The body of a combat unit, the mind of a human...it was a cruel paradox. Especially where one particular human was concerned.
Life signs detected.
The familiar alert jostled Pyxis out of her inner monologue. Life signs? Here? ...No, she knew by now that that was hardly an unusual occurrence out here. There were plenty of strong Users who used this castle as a training ground now. Nothing strange about it. And yet, something about the situation seemed oddly familiar. Even so, the 'bad feeling' she'd been getting caused her to react to the notification more tensely than usual. "Who's there?" she asked.