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ALYA 'NEZ' NUNEZ



Location: Queen of Hearts bar Conversing with: Effie @ineffably, Ardella @Lyla, Kaïte @Lumiere

"Nez if you don't mind I would love to hear from you as well." Alya looked up at Effie’s ‘request’. She nodded, although her movement being a little stiff. She had absolutely no problem answering any question Effie had. In fact, she kinda liked it. Effie was genuinely interested in the workings of her - and other android’s - minds. Maybe it was because she herself was partly synthetic, but she doubted it. Effie was a kind woman and nothing like the general scum which asked inappropriate questions because they’re curious. Besides, it was for an essay, how could she say no? She wouldn’t consider Effie a great friend - she didn’t know her all too well, although she did know Alya was an android so she knew the one thing she generally leaves out in conversations -, but she wouldn’t let Effie down when it was important. And if she had to talk to someone about it, she was glad it was Effie that asked her. Even more so because Effie always asked nicely and kept saying that if any question was either too personal or troublesome, she was ‘free to pass or remain silent’ quoting Effie in her words.


Alya looked briefly at the waitress again, wondering who would speak first. Her eyes darted off briefly to Kaïte, who had looked at her somewhat strangely. It was no one’s fault, and she wasn’t going to blame Effie, but secretly she hoped Effie had remained quiet about Alya’s nature. Alya previous statement was busted, unless Kaïte somehow didn’t understand what Effie was saying, but he would know soon enough if she answered Effie’s questions. "I’m not exactly human." She said, turning her attention to the humanoid. It wasn’t a lie, but not the complete truth either. Luckily, the waitress diverted any attention Kaïte had on her when his food was set down on the table. 
When the waitress began speaking, Alya listened closely. What she had been afraid to ask in fear of sounding insensitive and rude, Effie had asked in enthusiasm. Her answer sounded like a rehearsed speech, the perfect combination of words to sound professional and thoughtfully. It was straight to the point. Alya briefly wondered if that too was due to programming. Adding various personalities to speech and dialogue would probably be expensive, and hard, unless the waitress was truly sentient. She hoped the waitress was. Heck, she hoped she herself was truly sentient. She didn’t think about it too much, but there were times she wondered if she was coded to feel truly sentient, or was in fact, truly sentient. It didn’t matter since she believed the latter, but encounters with other androids made her relive those thoughts.

"I am connected to servers." said Alya when the waitress was done talking. "Just not always. If I’m not, I only carry a limited amount of information, memories, with me. Just what is necessary. Going back to your question on knowledge, I do learn, but it’s mostly through downloads and updated code. Why bother trying to find out how to fix a computer if you can just download the information? Of course I also learn things through algorithms which are running in the background." It was strange, admitting that she wouldn’t bother with finding out how things worked herself. Mostly because she didn’t always wanted to be seen as an android, but as a human. For someone to say that they don’t act like humans do, could be considered weird. Still, in Alya’s mind it made sense. That she didn’t want to be seen as an android by others, didn’t mean she didn’t accept that she was an android herself. She fully accepted it. She loved learning things by downloading them, by scanning the environment, all that stuff. Loved winning games of chess by calculating the best moves to win. That was her fun. Not learning by experience, but using what she knew to do the things she loved. "Basically my subconscious" She added. "I wouldn’t even know what’s going on there, hidden away filed which I may never reach… Doesn’t mean I can’t experience things, just that I don’t learn much through experience itself. I learn things by downloads and code, and use them in a situation where it is needed. If I make a mistake, I will review what I did wrong, and learn better. Which is experience actually… In a way. Look, it’s complicated. Experience is a word that can be interpreted a million different ways - actually a set of 5 if you classify every one of them by the- anyways, getting of track here. Experience may not mean the same thing for you, as it means for me, basically. What I can tell you, is that I need to either delete information or update my memory banks if I want to store everything. You forget things, make place in your mind for other things. I can remember everything if I want to, but no one has that many storage and ‘RAM’ available. At least no one I know of. That means saving the important stuff, and deleting the stuff that is meaningless. Say for example, what color the booth is we are sitting on."



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MADDOX DELANEY


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Location: Pizza joint Conversing with: Mikkish, Naoko Special Skills: Smuggling, Dealing
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“Must you be so hostile?” The Japanese guy spoke with an intense infuriation. “An eye for an eye.” She simply said. “Meaning,” she added, not sure if he knew what she meant with the saying. “She was rude to me, so I’m rude to her. Is that really such a bad thing to do?” She asked rhetorically. “And no. I don’t want to deal with her, but not because she doesn’t want to deal with me. Not entirely at least. She is a waitress, she is supposed to act nice and let people take their time. That lady is just on a really bad period and can’t stand the idea of the last precious chair being occupied by someone who is not a customer.” She said. The pizza place was quite busy and Maddox had taken one of the last – if not the last – seats available. She probably wasn’t allowed to sit here without ordering meaning a waitress just came to her with an order.

“Why did you come to me?” The boy spoke again and Maddox looked at his sketchbook, chuckling a little. “We winning?” she asked him and looked briefly at Mikkish. “You are totally a battleaxe kinda guy.”she said. “Although, maybe not. Except if it’s pink that is. You seem to like the colour.” At that moment her order came in and the same waitress put the plate down in front of her, forcefully. Maddox looked at her weirdly, but the waitress walked away before she could respond. “Whatever…” She mumbled before taking a bite of her quiche. “Hmm.” She exclaimed in surprise. “Kinda good.” She said with her mouth full of food, making it hard to understand what she was saying.

In the meantime while Maddox order was being placed down in front of her, Mikkish spoke about his glowing blue drink. “Maybe it wants you to think that.” She replied in between bites of food. “And we’re bored.” She suddenly said, turning to face the Asian boy. “Or at least I am. Don’t know what Miksh is doing here, but I’m bored. Tried staring at the wall, but that isn’t the most interesting thing one can do in what-clearly-is a hotel room. By the way, the walls are so small that even if I were to count all the bumps in it, I would be done in seven minutes or so. Plus, I’m hungry, so there’s that.” Taking another bite of her quiche, she looked around the streets a little. A few hours ago it felt really uncomfortable. The silence of the streets and aversion to guns where not things Maddox really encountered much, but sitting here with her quiche, it felt oddly calming. No pests bothering you when all you want to do is devour a whole meal and even though that felt really nice, she still kept up her guard, ready to pick up her gun and shoot it if necessary.

“Real question is,” She said after a while “What are you doing here?” She said, raising an eyebrow at him. Her question wasn’t a serious one. Of course he came here for food, why else would he be sitting here. The reason she asked him was for fun obviously. Her ‘question’ was clearly an exaggerated one with the intend of making the Asian boy perplexed or caught of guard, not really knowing what to say next. Maddox didn’t really like his comment asking her and Mikkish why they came to him. First of all, she didn’t come to him specifically, she was just in the neighbourhood and saw him and Mikkish talking. Second of all- there was no second of all actually. Not even a second of two. Just a first of one. A one of one. She was a social person and was just in need for some company, even to the extend she would settle for the first familiar face she saw – which she did as a matter of fact -.
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