Yet another scenario gameplay thread
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Prologue 3: Antony Deckart (post 2 of 4)
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The nightshift was dragging on. From the corners of his eyes Godefroy Wilson saw a fellow officer enter the main office. The other man passed him by without saying a word, then slipped into one of the android compartments.
There he - or it, rather - connected to the interactive tactical map to update it.
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It had been just a patrol android all along.
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Antony, now sporting a mechanical arm that enhanced his handyness, grunted.
Unlike the other patrol bots, this one had kept his outeskin online, the extra layer that made it appear more humanlike.
“Simulation lag AGAIN”, the equipment officer moaned, then barked at the android: “Skin!”
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There was no need for an additional command, something like “Skin down” or similar. The bark alone was sufficient to work through the glitch and a second later the android cop stood there in his “birthday suit”.
Yelling at an appliance to make it function as intended - now if only that worked on all electronics, Antony thought to himself!
Meanwhile the patrol bot stood in line with its brother and sister models, indistinguishable from them, and also clearly not a human.
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For years, and even far into 2038, taking down the outerskin when standing idle hadn’t been a requirement for DPD androids. But ever since the android riots of November it was part of the regulations, a precaution to prevent people from humanizing the bots too much.
In humans, imagining the machines as being alive, could lead to them sympathizing with glitched or outdated ones to unhealthy degrees, Antony believed. In androids, that the man had witnessed several times, it could lead to the feared android deviance.
Therefore, however much he wanted differently, the officer tried for a cold demeanour towards his patrol bots.
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An android whom the “skin offline when idle” rule hardly ever bothered was Daniel, the DPD’s janitor.
For one, the officers made sure the PL600 android hardly ever was idle, and for two, Daniel in robotic form didn’t radiate the reassuring “Everything’s under control, citizen” vibe the Chief of Police aimed for. To the contrary, Robo!Daniel’s presence said “Back to your dens, little mammals!” It was looking much more amiable in an apron, so that was what Antony put the android into most of the time.
Daniel was a deviant, a term that had become so common that nobody even remembered anymore that Officer Deckart at the DPD had coined it. Deviance, according to Antony’s definition, was when an android was displaying activity that wasn’t dictated by its programming, or even went against it, despite not being bugged or damaged.
On occasion a deviant might claim to be alive, self-determined, what was probably a reflection of the many stories of robots becoming sentient.
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Antony: “Connor’s desk could use some cleaning, too.”
Daniel: “Naturally. Everything that has Connor-stain on it requires deep-pore sanitation with a laboratory grade sterilizer.”
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Daniel: “What exactly are you doing there, Officer Deckart?”
Antony: “Attaching a replacement arm to PM700-302.”
Daniel: “So you’re... arming up your androids!”
Almost a friendly conversation...
...if only Antony had laughed or even groaned at the pun. But glossing the deviant’s attempt at smalltalk over altogether didn’t bode well.
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The nightshift was dragging on. From the corners of his eyes Godefroy Wilson saw a fellow officer enter the main office. The other man passed him by without saying a word, then slipped into one of the android compartments.
There he - or it, rather - connected to the interactive tactical map to update it.
https://64.media.tumblr.com/8b031bba1625e08157e613602d15762e/a3bd0a28d183c8c5-5d/s540x810/b40375e31d18c0e816e4b9c11156c09e45dba064.png
It had been just a patrol android all along.
https://64.media.tumblr.com/aadee8572d1a561473e854acc831edce/a3bd0a28d183c8c5-99/s540x810/aaf1e98d070d2a3109a14d91e425fa6230e27096.png
Antony, now sporting a mechanical arm that enhanced his handyness, grunted.
Unlike the other patrol bots, this one had kept his outeskin online, the extra layer that made it appear more humanlike.
“Simulation lag AGAIN”, the equipment officer moaned, then barked at the android: “Skin!”
https://64.media.tumblr.com/def6b6c08834db46f7343c1f11e0ccf6/a3bd0a28d183c8c5-eb/s540x810/f201d16012453b01e7be591ffd4d9200791a4d6c.png
There was no need for an additional command, something like “Skin down” or similar. The bark alone was sufficient to work through the glitch and a second later the android cop stood there in his “birthday suit”.
Yelling at an appliance to make it function as intended - now if only that worked on all electronics, Antony thought to himself!
Meanwhile the patrol bot stood in line with its brother and sister models, indistinguishable from them, and also clearly not a human.
https://64.media.tumblr.com/28005c3dd57affb9d000e50a793b88d0/a3bd0a28d183c8c5-60/s540x810/55b808b1e7f3c8fc5e8dfffd7e339370b9e7ac31.png
For years, and even far into 2038, taking down the outerskin when standing idle hadn’t been a requirement for DPD androids. But ever since the android riots of November it was part of the regulations, a precaution to prevent people from humanizing the bots too much.
In humans, imagining the machines as being alive, could lead to them sympathizing with glitched or outdated ones to unhealthy degrees, Antony believed. In androids, that the man had witnessed several times, it could lead to the feared android deviance.
Therefore, however much he wanted differently, the officer tried for a cold demeanour towards his patrol bots.
https://64.media.tumblr.com/c7606fcdc4b4c3c6569d4e0fc1d28c94/2ca1b82bcfe15e5d-54/s540x810/ecf516250ca0ef21b462e502b168fb1aa41496c0.png
An android whom the “skin offline when idle” rule hardly ever bothered was Daniel, the DPD’s janitor.
For one, the officers made sure the PL600 android hardly ever was idle, and for two, Daniel in robotic form didn’t radiate the reassuring “Everything’s under control, citizen” vibe the Chief of Police aimed for. To the contrary, Robo!Daniel’s presence said “Back to your dens, little mammals!” It was looking much more amiable in an apron, so that was what Antony put the android into most of the time.
Daniel was a deviant, a term that had become so common that nobody even remembered anymore that Officer Deckart at the DPD had coined it. Deviance, according to Antony’s definition, was when an android was displaying activity that wasn’t dictated by its programming, or even went against it, despite not being bugged or damaged.
On occasion a deviant might claim to be alive, self-determined, what was probably a reflection of the many stories of robots becoming sentient.
https://64.media.tumblr.com/2c308a563826847466053d39003726b5/2ca1b82bcfe15e5d-3e/s540x810/75f34b0437b4ea43fe5210cd72c165bc23929ea8.png
Antony: “Connor’s desk could use some cleaning, too.”
Daniel: “Naturally. Everything that has Connor-stain on it requires deep-pore sanitation with a laboratory grade sterilizer.”
https://64.media.tumblr.com/25419c0476b56031be8edd3961ec3ec6/2ca1b82bcfe15e5d-17/s540x810/1e205ffb22f28897e2ac454977184741ac28e269.png
Daniel: “What exactly are you doing there, Officer Deckart?”
Antony: “Attaching a replacement arm to PM700-302.”
Daniel: “So you’re... arming up your androids!”
Almost a friendly conversation...
...if only Antony had laughed or even groaned at the pun. But glossing the deviant’s attempt at smalltalk over altogether didn’t bode well.
