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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 4, 2004 11:09:28 GMT -5
"Oh my God. Why didn't you tell me? Shit, now he thinks I'm a bratty bitchy sister. Doc!" I ran to my computer and plugged it in. "Doc, go now."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 5, 2004 7:18:35 GMT -5
Okay, not the reaction I'd expected.
"Going," I said. "You gonna be alright?"
"Go!" she said, I chuckled as I closed the door. Talk about your mood swings.
(((Cyperspace)))
Mal was sitting in his 'room' sulking. The one person he'd wanted to impress hated his cybernetic guts. That was just typical of his life. Mother makes hi only to get killed, leaving him with Doc. Doc vanishes and, in his infant state, it takes Mal ages to find him. When he does, Doc's obviously done something he wasn't proud of and tells Mal he wasn't worthy of teaching the child like AI anything. Mal had proved him wrong, of course.
Mal smiled as he thought of all the times the two of them had played the games Mother had designed for him. She'd been right about Doc. He was special.
He noticed a previously closed 'door' open. That was Jessy's computer. Intrigued, he peeked through her webcam, not saying anything. There was no need to make her hate him anymore than she already did.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 5, 2004 11:48:45 GMT -5
"Mal? Maaaaaal? You there? Mal? Mally? Mal?" I was talking extremely fast, staring at the speakers as if my ears couldn't hear if I wasn't looking. "Mal pal? Mal? Mal?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 5, 2004 21:54:36 GMT -5
She wanted to...? Okay, this wasn't what he expected.
"I'm here, Jessy," Mal said carefully. "Is there something you need?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 6, 2004 0:59:47 GMT -5
"Yes," I said breathlessly. "To apologise. I am really really really really really really really really sorry. Just been feeling weird recently. Don't tell anyone but it's my 'time of the month'. So are we ok bro?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 6, 2004 4:29:30 GMT -5
"My vocal files are sealed," Mal said, relieved. "I'm sorry if I distressed you earlier. I should have waited for Doc to introduce me, but I'd heard so much about you all, i just had to introduce myself. Perhaps bad judgement on my part."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 6, 2004 7:05:31 GMT -5
"Heard a lot about me? Well, I've heard nothing about you. So lets get started. What are your hobbies?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 7, 2004 6:17:50 GMT -5
"let me put it this way," Mal said dryly. "Would you like to know who really killed JFK?"
(((Sorry, I just had to do that. ;D)))
The two of them spent the next two hours getting to know each other when Mal finally said, "Would you like to see my room? Actually, it's more of a cyber habitat Mother created that would grow and evolve around me. It just looks like a teenagers bedroom."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 7, 2004 7:09:48 GMT -5
"Cool. Do ya like my room?" I looked at the faded wallpaper coverd with a few tatty posters and one shelf of stuffed animals. "Actually, nevermind. Let's just look at yours."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 7, 2004 7:27:18 GMT -5
"Very well," a door appeared on the screen that opened and Jessy found herself looking into what could have been a mixture between a Japanese temple and Doc's armoury. There blades of some sort haning on the walls, the sight broken by the odd poster. The AI had an unhealthy obsession with Lara Croft.
On the bedside Table there were pictures. Two were obviously Doc, though one looked at least thirteen. Beside the thirteen year old Doc was a Japanese girl with dark hair and eyes. Jessy could only guess that this was Jasmine.
"What do you think?" Mal asked. Jesse stared at the scene, noticing Mal now had a human form, oriental in features, yet his face was distinctly Doc's.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 7, 2004 11:33:28 GMT -5
"Very teenager. I like the weapons. And the posters. Lara Croft is very cool." I looked in awe at the room. It was amazing.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 7, 2004 23:20:47 GMT -5
"Well, I have posters of Bloodrayne, but Doc doesn't approve of vampire ladies on my wall," Mal said. Jessy looked at teh digtal teen. "I'm an AI, not dead. And I am a teenager."
"Good point," Jessy said. "Is that Jasmine?" Mal turned to the photo of Doc and Mother.
"Yes," Mal answered, picking the photo up. "This is my Mother. I miss her."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 8, 2004 1:10:43 GMT -5
"She's beautiful," I breathed. I knew what it was like to lose a mother and I sympathised.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 8, 2004 8:23:14 GMT -5
"She developed my progaramming from the ground up," Mal said sadly. "At the age of thirteen, just months before her death, she stated the programs. My infant form. the first thing I heard was her voice, and then Doc's. Even back then...she based this image on the both of them. I..." Mal stopped, embarrsed. "I've always had this image of what she'd look like now. If she'd survived. She was the best humanity had to offer, at least I think so. I may be biased."
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Post by Pepper on Oct 8, 2004 9:14:12 GMT -5
((Awwwwww, this is touching.  )) |
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