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Science Genius Girl (Me and Angel Lina)

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Divide[By]Zero

Super-Earth
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May 12, 2009
"Log three-twenty-seven-x-five. Day 532 of the "Machina" project." A recording log played out while a woman slept at her laptop. There was a spot of drool on the desk where her head had collapsed. Raven black hair spilled all about, glasses crooked on her face. The woman was barely past her mid-twenties, but looked completely wrecked from long nights. Bags were under her eyes, and she looked like she never heard of makeup. "The project... Milly... is proceeding... Slowly as usual. I keep finding myself wanting to improve on the littlest details. The arc of her feet mid-stride... The reflectivity of her eyes... It's eyes. Even the smoothness of her outer casing. It's consuming everything I do. My checks barely cover everything. I'm losing out on sleep... Food... I need to stop. But I can't. She keeps calling out to me. It keeps calling out to me. I think I'm losing it. I blank out, thinking I just passed out from lack of sleep... But... When I wake up, modifications have been made. I don't know how or why. There are still modifications that I haven't yet found out how to unlock and do research on. I think she's... it's... becoming out of my control. And I haven't even turned her on. I'm going to tonight. Hopefully, seeing it on will cure me. Hopefully, I'll see it's only a robot. Not a she."

The robot in question was on an operating table, covered by a mere tablecloth. Parts of her skin were still unattached, leaving smooth metal near most of the joints. Milly wasn't aesthetically complete yet, but she would be functional. Unfortunately, she'd crashed out before being able to wake the robot. Professor Meryl Thompson was too intese in her work, and had yet again passed out working on the robot. It was to be her masterpiece, a vehicle for an advanced AI. Actual Intelligence. Milly would be able to learn and adapt through downloads via internet and from interaction int he real world. The green-haired girl would make her rich, famous, and let her live the rest of her life in peace.
 
The AI had been running through its logs for the 100th time it had seemed while its human creator was sleeping on her desk. Though the AI did not have optical sensors built into its console just yet, it had sensed every emotion and every log that it had stored from its human creator. The AI knew of only three things for sure right now... that it was a she, her name was Milly and she was just as obsessed at seeing her human creator for the very first time. She wanted to be perfect for her creator. She wanted to be perfect... for her... and the only way to show how perfect that she had wanted to be was to listen to her creator's logs and help her be that perfect girl that her creator had seemed to have always wanted.

Silently, the mechanical robot arms went to work, moving down to what would eventually be her casing as she had called upon her walking programs. Seeing the programs about 50 times over in the span of five seconds, it was starting to make the adjustments that it needed to make. The feet at first seemed to be too short for her to walk perfectly so with a little and slight adjustment, the arms had slowly extended body's toes. Small soldering and welding sounds could be heard as the toes had started to form to a more human shape. With that completed, she had started to reflect more on the logs once again.

Soon, Milly knew that she would finally be able to have her AI stored in her body that she was helping to create. She just could not wait. If there was an emotion that she had known about, it was anticipation. She just could not wait to see her creator for the first time. She was able to do many things but the only thing that she could not do was to turn her body on. That had to be done by her creator. This... was what she could not wait for, but wait she had to. If she were to have a thought, it would say, Please... turn me on. I want to see you. I want to feel you. I want to be with you. I can not wait any longer. Please? Help me.
 
Meryl groaned lightly as she pushed herself up form the edge of the desk. There was a line in her face from the spot where the edge of the desk pressed into her face. Most would say she looked like hell. She didn't care. Humans were on the back burner. FOR SCIENCE! As she groggily got herself up, she wobbled unevenly to the counter. There was a pot of old coffee from about eighteen hours ago. It was still loaded with caffeine though. So she poured herself a cup wantingly, and drank it. Cold. Her body shivered as she felt it all go down. Tasted horrible. Taste unimportant. Science.

As she went back to her computer, her fingers hovered over the command to activate the robot. The first fully functional android. With a small sigh, she entered it, wondering just what error messages would crop up. Lights came on everywhere, on the android, on the computer, even on walls that had nothing to do with the project. As she nursed her disgusting and cold cup of coffee, her body swayed a bit weakly. She was sure there was something more she had to do, but she promised she'd activate Milly today. Just to show herself that there was still work to do.
 
The world of darkness, 1's and 0's and animations had suddenly changed to a world of light in just a flash. Instantly, Milly's conscience and her being was transported from the server that had housed her AI into the body that she had been dreaming about and working on for these past few years. She was not sure how to react to this new light, this new way and this new place. Was it joy? Was it a sense of relief? Whatever this feeling was, she was liking it... as all she could do now was see all of her diagnostics running during the body's boot-up sequence.

The flashes of green words had instantly been shown in front of her optical sensors. Most of the tests had passed but there were a few errors that had popped up, especially two of them.

"OPTICAL SENSORS FUNCTIONING BUT SHROUDED. ANALYZE? Y/N"

Milly had subconsciously chosen yes as her right arm started to move around, unveiling a little bit of light around her. That feeling of relief had made her feel a little better about things as she had seen the next green words coming through.

"OPTICAL SENSORS FUNCTIONING WITHIN NORMAL PARAMETERS. CONTINUING DIAGNOSTICS..."

The diagnostics had continued and all seemed to be well until it had hit one critical error.

"VOICE PROGRAM DAMAGED. NEEDS CREATOR'S ASSISTANCE IN REPAIR"

Milly was not sure how to react to that as she had moved the blanket down past her head and looked at her creator... Meryl, for the very first time through her body. Seeing Meryl was like seeing a parent for the first time as she was being born as she was trying to analyze all of the events that were happening all around her. All she could do now was smile and let out a soft whisper, hoping that her creator could hear her damaged voice.

"Creator? Is... this... you? Please help me become me. Please help me to talk." Milly whispered as she was watching every move that Meryl was making as her own glowing eyes were looking at the tired face of her creator and her source of being.
 
To her amazement, there was no interrupt transfer protocol going off. No error reports instantly shining up with the big red X. No, everything was active. Everything was downloading. The transfer in fact completed very quickly. It was a large file, so the fast transfer concerned her. Maybe parts had been fragmented and didn't get put in. But all of her conjecture faded away, replaced by absolute awe as she noticed something more miraculous than a mere computer screen with a "loading" bar.

Movement.

The sheets moved away, sliding off the form of the robot's face. It was a bit nude. She should have clothed the girl first, but oh well. It was in the privacy of her home lab, so it wasn't harmful. Still. The robot had life! Well, activation, not life. Still. A small smile came to her face. Until the robot spoke. Milly spoke. But only in a whisper.

"Milly? What's wrong with your voice? Run a detailed diagnostic on all vocal functions." She sounded concerned, setting down the coffee and almost sprinting to the robot's side side. This was glorious. But errors were getting in the way of her moment.
 
Just hearing her creator's voice seemed to make Milly feel the familiar feeling of relief but what was surprising to her was the rushing up to her side. her creator's voice had changed to a show of... what was it... caring? She was not sure how to process this new information but looking at all of the features of her creator, she had heard the command and instantly ran her complete diagnostics.

"CONNECTION OF VOCAL BOARD E12 NOT RESPONDING. RECONNECT IMMEDIATELY."

Milly had seen the diagnostics run and pointed to a loose wire near her throat that was sticking outside of her metal casing. "Please... help to reconnect this wire. I... I would feel very relieved if you do so." She whispered, knowing that relief was the only good emotion that she had known so far in her existence.
 
She listened to the girl talk. Robot. A wire in the volume control was dislodged. Such an amateur mistake. But she picked up a few small tools, opening the neck with a gentle nudge. The wire was a definite threat, and if it had been placed in a different spot, it could have cause catastrophic electrical damage. Meryl carefully replaced the end of the wire, using a soldering iron to refix it to it's proper place. "There you go." She said plainly, wiping the tip of the hot iron on a discarded piece of paper. As she closed up her opening, she looked at the face of her creation. "Test your vocals."
 
Looking into the eyes of her creator, Milly wanted to try to impress her creator as she let out soft tones at first. The voice was like a soothing song that seemed to hit every perfect key as she ran through her tests. Finally stopping, Milly was not sure how to react. Maybe her creator could help her to find her way? "My voice is perfect. You provided me with many vocal ranges. Thank you." She said as she had kept looking in the face and the eyes of her creator while finishing up with her diagnostics.

Everything about her body and AI seemed to be performing normally so far as her own AI had some concerns. She was learning still, new to this world and trying to absorb every little bit of information would help immensely in her development. "You had seemed jumpy at first but now, you show no emotion. Am I not perfect? Do you not care for me anymore?" Milly asked, trying to understand what Meryl's emotions were showing her.
 
A look of relief replaced the coldness as she heard the soft tones ring out. Vocals were operational. Though a simple sentence would have done it. Why the machine had done a full range vocal arrangement was beyond her. Then again, how much about the programming did she know? She wasn't the programmer. Supposedly, the AI programmed itself. "You're welcome, Milly."

She walked over to a chair and sat down, again nursing that cup of cold coffee. "You aren't perfect." It was a simple statement, and she hadn't grasped the idea that the machine had an already active emotional drive. "After that, I fear there are other errors in your construction. I'll need to fix them as I find them. Are diagnostics presenting any other errors?"
 
Milly had continued with her diagnostics as she had tried to understand the emotions that her creator was giving her. It had seemed that she had to be perfect in order for her creator to be happy with her so in her AI, she had stored that away and proceeded with the most intense diagnostics that she could give.

When she was finished, Milly had given out a list of things that she had found that were showing in her screen. For the most part they were minor flaws but one big flaw did arise... "I am not able to connect to the vast network of the world. For some reason, my parameters are not set up. I have tried to do a self fix but I can not seem to find the solution." She said taking a hint from her creator that if she spoke just as calmly as Meryl did, than she had thought that they would be able to understand eachother more clearly.
 
Meryl blinked when she was told the network wasn't connecting to her, or the other way around. "That may be because I had you on direct-link only. You'll need to use a network cable to connect to the LAN. The workstation isn't connected to the world wide web because I feared a virus would enter you before completion. You do have a wireless card installed, you'll need to configure it to interface with the networks you find. My network name is MTHomeNet, and the WEP key is 01937729588, you'll need to find the network and save the WEP so you can access my home network and connect. At times, you'll have to direct link to computer networks, usually when you don't know the WEP key."

Meryl finished her cup of coffee and grimaced at the taste. There were grounds in the bottom. "I thought... I'd be more happy when you woke. You're operational, and I'm glad for that. But seeing so many problems still left to work out. It's... Daunting." She sat down and rubbed her forehead, letting out a long sigh. "Once you're ready to network, make sure your firewall and network protection programs are up and operational. A virus could make things horrible for you."
 
Milly was looking at Meryl as she was finishing her coffee and listening to the instructions that her creator was taking. To her, it was not a daunting task to fix all of her problems but one thing did seem to interest Milly very much. It was the grimacing of Meryl as she was finishing the coffee. Trying to focus her AI into those thought loops, she let out a small smile. "Maybe if something was better to drink in that cup, would it make you feel better and make this less... daunting as you say it?" She asked moving her head over towards the cup.

"Coffee. Filled with caffeine and shredded grounds." She had observed. "Soon, I hope to find a way to make better coffee. Will that make you happier?" She had asked as she looked up back at Meryl. "What makes you happy?" She asked, hoping to process all of this information to help to use later on.
 
Meryl put the cup down and rubbed her temples a little. Then she had to stifle a yawn. "It's okay, dear. Just tired. Haven't gotten much sleep. And I don't think caffeine is working on me anymore..." Her mouth opened wider and she let out another yawn. "If you can solve any of the issues on your own list, that'd definitely help. Not sure how good your IT program is though. She looked over at her creation and smiled softly. She was proud. After all, she had her android operational. She just didn't have any energy to celebrate it right now.

"I think right now, just some relaxation would make me happy. Or at least get rid of some of the frustration." She leaned back in her chair and sighed. Now she was just bothering Milly with human issues though. Machines knew nothing of frustration or endurance issues. In a way, she envied them.
 
Processing all of the information that was given to her by Meryl, she was very intrigued by these human issues. What makes humans work and process all of the information that is presented to them seemed to intensify her main perogative. Maybe soon, she would know how to react to this information in the right way but for now, she had figured that humans needed to rest in order to be happy.

Nodding softly, she had continued with her calm tone of voice. "I would not think that a chair would help to relax you. May I help you to your comfortable spot? I am thinking that I can make some movement diagnostics along the way so in a way, I am thinking, you would be helping me." She had suggested in her hopes.
 
"Sure..." She yawned again, standing groggily from the chair. Straightening out her back, she groaned a little. For a woman who was just below her thirties, she felt like she was an eighty-something. Practically looked like it with the bags under her eyes and the desk corner line still on her face. The woman didn't even know how bad she was looking. "My couch is up the stairs and to the left. In the living room." When her robot got to her, she held a hand out to the girl. Robot. Didn't matter, Milly was helping her to her "comfortable spot".

She picked up a PDA, plugging it into the girl to make sure her network setting were updated and activated. And any diagnostic reports of more than passing interest would go straight to her in big red blocky letters. So she'd still be able to see the girl's status while she got some rest in.
 
She did not feel the PDA being plugged in just yet but she could feel a change in the sense of things. Now she was able to help to process more of the information that she was able to absorb and through the internet, get a better understanding of how to react. Taking Meryl's hand while at the same time she was connecting to the network, she could see flashes of green letters flash in her optical sensors as it was starting its internet login. With her firewall fully functional, she was absorbing the information that was being presented to her.

So holding hands.. is a sign of friendship... of helping. it would make a person feel, comfortable. I understand now. She had grasped Meryl's gently and started to lead her up the stairs. The motors seemed to be silent and it had taken Milly just a small bit of time to get her equillibrium, but get it she did as the small warning sign came up on the main computer but quickly went away. SLowly they had walked until they had reached the door to where Meryl's living room seemed to be. Processing more information, she had let out a soft smile. "Sleep will be wonderful... One thing that I did not think of though. What is your name?" She had asked.
 
As they slowly made their way up the stairs, Meryl observed the girl's equilibrium slowly improving. It was quickly adapting to the task, and since she was active for the first time, it was a good sign that she was going to be able to have the wide majority of her systems be able to work. Each step seemed to help her correct her balance formulas. That was likely the hardest part of having a bipedal android, just getting it to walk naturally. When they got to the living room, Meryl slipped over to the couch and flopped down with a long groan. She took the PDA with her, leaving the cord in Milly without thinking.

"I am Meryl Thompson. Your designer, builder, tester... Just about everything within you, has come from me." She yawned a little again and curled up a little. Her couch felt so nice. "While I'm asleep, access the internet, and start gathering information to add to your databanks, mm'kay?"
 
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