EZMode !iIyIHD.1G6 2009/03/05 (Thu) 10:42 No. 76796
[X] Try asking her questions. See if she'll let you...
[X] Try to recover her program or system data. If so, great, if not, inform her that it's probably best for us to have this information if we are to help her.
[X] Act friendly, and at least politely. She's obviously a unique being.
You give the girl another look over. You find it a little hard to believe still that she's just some kind of program, the largest humanoid pet you've seen was still only under two feet tall, and it looked more like a cartoon with exaggerated features. Whoever made something like this, well, it's either a professional or a seriously skilled homebrew. For the moment, you smile at the program girl.
“Can I ask you a few questions?” you begin. The girl simply watches you, unblinking. Guess she doesn't need to, being digital and all, but it's still a little unnerving. She doesn't seem to respond, instead, she looks away towards the window. “Is that a no?” you press the issue, and she turns her eyes back to you.
“Is that a no?” she repeats, in your voice. No, not repeats, it's a recording and lip syncing. That's unusual, maybe she's a personalized dictation program of some sort, though what she'd be doing away from her owner is beyond you.
“Are you some kind of recording interface?” you ask, following your train of thought. She shakes her head, her hair even moves like it was real. This is a bit too much attention to detail, really, but at least it seemed like she consciously responded to you, so there has to be a rudimentary AI at least. As you think about what it could mean, her wings buzz slightly, though they stop soon after.
“Are you a cyberpet?” you ask next, and she responds again by shaking her head. Now, unless she's capable of lying, you're running out of options of what she could be. You open a window and start a scan. You figure you can at least try to get some kind of process data, something that could explain her functions at the very least. As you do, you notice your door opening, and you notice that the girl does too. Damn it!
“Take-Wha!” Yumiko shouts as you cut her off, wedging yourself into the doorframe and holding the door. “What the hell!?” she continues shouting.
“I'm sorry! Please, close the door!” you shout, and push her back, then nearly slam the door. You take a step aside, and notice the girl standing nearby, looking quite pissed, wings buzzing furiously. You stand with your back to the door and face the girl, escape averted for now, you'll explain it in a bit. Right now, you're getting a bit of a pain in your ears from wearing your glasses for so long, so you take your glasses off and nearly jump out of your skin when you're suddenly assaulted by your sisters loud yelling from outside the door.
“-some kind of madman or something? You doing something illegal in there? What's got you so worked up-” you hear. In mid sentence? You should have been able to hear her if that was the case. You slip your glasses back on for now, and the shouting stops again, instantly. You blink in confusion, until you look at the girl. Her wings are continuously moving, and you're reminded of the search you began. You shake your head as if you were casting off distractions and open your console, opening the scan window. What you see is a cascade of information, hundreds of processes running per second, changing variables for something, but you're not sure what. Whatever it is, they're definitely coming from this girl. You catch a glimpse of your door opening again, but this time you're still on your feet. You step back and lean into the door, pushing it closed. You can feel the thumping on the door, but you don't hear a thing. You open a new window, this time searching for any kind of registration information or maybe a product number. You get no results at all, which would mean that this girl is either completely custom made or doesn't have any retail components. You start to run a search on her systems, even if she's not a registered product, she has to have a connection to a server. As you start, you feel the thumps getting harder to the point of pushing the door open slightly. You're not going to be able to hold off any longer, you only have one choice, and once more you raise your hand and fire a blast of your mega-be at the girl. You strike her in the chest, and the visual data corrupts and scatters, and she falls over just as soon as the sound of your sister's shouting floods back through the door.
“-ME! IN!” you hear, and step away from the door just in time for Yumiko to barge into the door at near full force, the door swinging open violently as she nearly falls on her face. “What. The. Hell.” she growls, righting herself. “What the hell is wrong with you to shove me out like that and then just ignore me,” she continues, stepping towards you. You look down at the now disabled girl on the floor, and remove your glasses.
“Hold on! Please, look!” you say, pointing to where the girl lay, handing your glasses over to her. She snatches them from you and holds them as if she's going to crush them, but instead she simply lifts them up to her eyes and scowls, looking back at you.
“You were screwing around with some kind of strange ero-game?” she hisses, and you recoil in surprise.
“What? No! She's, well, I don't know, here, look,” you stammer, snatching your glasses back from her so you can bring up all the information windows you have so far. You hand them back to her and she takes another look, then tosses the glasses back to you.
“I don't get it,” she states. “And I don't care whatever it is you're trying to show me, because whatever it is, you couldn't possibly have any good reason to treat me like that, and-”
“Look,” you cut in, looking back down at the girl. She's reforming again already. This might be a good thing. You step around Yumiko and close the door, standing against it again. “Just wait, please.” Yumiko grimaces again and crosses her arms over her chest.
“This better be good or I'm going to-” she cuts off, but she's still talking, you can see her mouth moving. You glance over to see the girl once more reformed, propping herself up, same angry glare, wings beating rapidly. You remove your glasses.
“-won't be able to sit right for a week, and that-” Yumiko rants, stopping as you hand her the glasses.
“Put these on and watch,” you say, and she holds them up to her eyes again. “No, put them on entirely,” you say. With a sigh, Yumiko complies, and you start talking nonsense mostly, reciting numbers, names, lines from TV shows you remember, anything that comes to mind. Yumiko doesn't look too impressed until she takes the glasses off, obviously to chastise you, but stops. She puts the glasses back on, and takes them off again.
“You're screwing with me,” she says. You shake your head.
“No! It's her, that girl. Whatever she's doing, she's, wait,” you stop. “Can I have my glasses back for a second?” Yumiko hands them back, still not looking too happy, but she doesn't seem quite so mad. You open up the search you made into her system info, and are somewhat surprised to see that she is connected to the same server you operate from, or rather, she's operating from your data specifically. You feel lost for answers, when you remember one of the other windows. You click over to the processes log that continues to fill with records of her activity. You stop the auto-scrolling and scroll back up, until you hit a break, and that's where you start to read.