Jean Descole (
scientificflair) wrote2012-05-23 05:31 am
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005. Audio.
[Those just turning their Gears on to check the Network this morning will be greeted by strains of music over Descole's feed - something melancholy, being played on violin; the song is something he'd heard many times before over the course of his...stay in Misthallery, and he understands that it's likely in horrible taste for him to be playing it at all, but it's a rather pretty song regardless.
After a while, the melody pauses, though there are a few notes being played lightly in the background, long and drawn-out; the sound appears to have shifted some, as though the violin has been adjusted away from the Gear.]
In a setup to a puzzle that's been around for a while, you meet three men in a wood, at a fork in the road. A sign above them states that one man is God; he knows all, and always tells the truth.
One is the Devil; he likewise knows all, but always lies.
The third man is ambiguous; he knows nothing, but will answer as though he knows everything. His answers are completely useless, and could be either right or wrong.
The sign states that you are to ask the men one question each - three questions total - that can be answered with "yes" or "no," with the intention of determining which person is whom. Were this a proper puzzle, I'd be asking you what question you would ask to which man.
[His hand shifts a bit on the violin, idly trilling the notes a bit while he thinks.]
However, when faced with the possibility that one of the men before you always lies...how are you to know that the Devil didn't post the sign in the first place?
[And with that, the melody seems to pick up again; the feed keeps going for about another minute or so before cutting off.]
After a while, the melody pauses, though there are a few notes being played lightly in the background, long and drawn-out; the sound appears to have shifted some, as though the violin has been adjusted away from the Gear.]
In a setup to a puzzle that's been around for a while, you meet three men in a wood, at a fork in the road. A sign above them states that one man is God; he knows all, and always tells the truth.
One is the Devil; he likewise knows all, but always lies.
The third man is ambiguous; he knows nothing, but will answer as though he knows everything. His answers are completely useless, and could be either right or wrong.
The sign states that you are to ask the men one question each - three questions total - that can be answered with "yes" or "no," with the intention of determining which person is whom. Were this a proper puzzle, I'd be asking you what question you would ask to which man.
[His hand shifts a bit on the violin, idly trilling the notes a bit while he thinks.]
However, when faced with the possibility that one of the men before you always lies...how are you to know that the Devil didn't post the sign in the first place?
[And with that, the melody seems to pick up again; the feed keeps going for about another minute or so before cutting off.]
[ACTION]
[....................]
[Okay, so maybe he might miss GLaDOS' company while training. Maybe. But that's it!]
Quite a pretty melody. Something you've memorized, then? Usually musicians use sheet music; though I suppose if you've got an ear for that sort of thing it wouldn't be quite as necessary.
[Today is one of those days where Wheatley isn't actively training his Pokémon. It might be a bit obvious; Companion Bat is perched on his head, Epsilon and Zeta are sitting on his shoulders, Delta is floating behind him, and he's carrying Eta. So yes, Wheatley is covered in cute Pokémon. Look at all the fucks he gives.]
[After a moment, Companion Bat will start humming the melody back at Descole. Wheatley laughs.]
She's quick! I've taught her a couple of melodies myself, but I'm not overly familiar with music. Never really had a need for it, you know? I've heard some like to listen to music while they work, but really, I can't see how that would help at all. It would be distracting! Thinking aloud is a much better option!
[...Not for anyone who has to work with you, Wheatley...]
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Either way, Descole lowers the violin once Wheatley makes it plain that he and the cuddlepile haven't gone anywhere. The hotel room is, as usual, dimly-lit, the curtains drawn; since they're in town and not slated for doing too much today, he has some of the lower-leveled Pokémon out - Louvaire is curled up at his feet, and Lucius is...being a herpy little ghost-candle of a light source. The purple glow is a bit odd; Descole finds it comfortable.]
It's something I heard a while back, several times; I don't know that there's any sheet music for that.
And I find music distracting when I'm actually trying to work, yes, but that's because I spend most of my time paying more attention to what I'm listening to rather than staying on task. Then again, I don't exactly talk to myself, either; I prefer silence.
[He's just going to be eyeballing that bat for a moment, however.]
She is rather quick on that, though, I'll give her credit for that much. Where did she pick up that...other thing she's often going on with?
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Ah, well, I suppose I can understand that. Good on you for picking it up so quickly, then!
[Wheatley nods in acknowledgement; yes, there are people who don't like to be talked to while they're working. Quite obnoxious, really. Telling him to shut up really won't help matters much, but no, of course they don't pick up on that! Rude.]
Oh, that! It's a little something I taught her. The Companion Cubes back home would sing at you - wouldn't shut up, really - and well. Just look at her!
[Wheatley gestures up at the bat who coos softly in response.]
Her nose! If she was a cube, she'd be this world's equivalent of the Companion Cube, I'm sure of it. But she's not. Obviously. She learned it quickly though!
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[...what are you even]
Well, that certainly explains the name you've given her. Dare I ask what those things were for, other than singing at you?
[...say "companionship" and he'll have to resist the urge to punch you.]
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[...you wouldn't hit a guy carrying baby Pokémon around, would you?]
Not incredibly useful, really, but the humans tended to do better when they have something acting as a "companion." I'm still not entirely sure why.
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Do you prefer being alone, then? I mean, I don't know what's been programmed in and what hasn't, obviously, but I doubt you'd be created to require the company of others - but you don't prefer it, either?
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Oh, well! That's... well, no, personally I don't. I mean, I'm sure she does, but that's not the point! I've never really worked alone, though, and I've spent quite some time around humans anyway, so who knows? It's possible their imperfections have rubbed off on me or something.
[............]
...Er, no offense, of course! It doesn't matter now anyway!
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I'm not offended, believe me. I've experienced enough oddness here to know better.
[He pauses for a moment. Considers.]
Do we seem that horribly imperfect to you, then?
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[Descole's question earns a blank look for a moment while Wheatley thinks about it. His default answer is "yes, of course" but he's been in Johto for over two months now. He's been human for over two months.]
I... well... Don't mention it to her because I know she'll look down on me and call me a moron, but! Well, no, I don't really believe that. Not anymore. Not after getting to understand how humans work a bit better. No one's really perfect, after all.
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[Again, he seems more interested than offended; if anything, he's mildly amused by all of it.]
You certainly seem to place a lot of value on what she thinks; really, she's a harpy. Why does her opinion matter to you?
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[...That will also get a bit of nervous laughter. This entire topic is a bit uncomfortable, if you haven't noticed.]
It doesn't! Of course it doesn't. She's bloody horrid, really. I couldn't care less what she thinks of me!
[...Tsun harder, Wheatley.]
She was in charge of the facility for quite some time back home. Which meant she kept tabs on everything and everyone. Oh, and that gave her the authority to routinely call me a moron. Boring, really; couldn't she have come up with some more creative insults? Ah, but that doesn't matter here! She's just an obnoxious coworker. Nothing more.
[Answering your question? Why would he bother with something like that?]
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All the less reason for her opinion to matter. So why does it?
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Like I said, it doesn't! I don't care what she thinks! She's wrong anyway! I'm not a moron!
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Don't you put words in my mouth; I never said you were.
[His tone is sharp, but he makes himself relax a bit once that's out there; he goes back to playing slow, idle notes on that violin, not bothering to support it in proper playing position, just to give his hands something to do.]
I find you to be rash, overimpulsive and very prone to not thinking things through. However, you have a large amount of creativity, which is one of the most important assets in regards to science. Your downfall is that you're lacking in the purely logical department.
Bluntly put, you have loads of creative power and no idea how to harness it. That simply means you haven't worked out how to operate to your fullest potential. It doesn't make you stupid; I've no intention of calling you anything of the sort. Do you understand me?
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[Wheatley doesn't say anything, glancing over when Descole starts playing, but once again returning to glare at the floor after a moment. He's sulking now, and probably squeezing that Riolu a bit too tightly. Eta squirms out of his grasp after a moment and curls up on the bed beside Wheatley's leg. Companion Bat immediately flutters down to let Wheatley cling to her. Clearly his Pokémon have him figured out.]
[He's silent for a little while after Descole is done speaking, and when he finally does find words, they're quieter than usual.]
...I didn't mean to imply that. That you think I'm a moron. You've been good to me. Yes, I understand, and I'm sorry for the mistake there.
Her opinion does matter a little. I guess. I mean, she was kind of the boss back home. It would have been nice if I could have impressed her. But that's it - it's a result of programming, nothing more!
[...totally.]
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The second half of that does get a bit of a laugh, however; again, it isn't cruel at all.]
Really, Wheatley, I'm beginning to think there's no pleasing that woman. She looks at everyone as though she wants to kill them all on sight.
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...Well, I did put her in a potato...
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You...what?
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[...or not. Have a dismissive wave!]
To make a long story short, I took over the facility and she had to go somewhere. I figured a potato would be suiting!
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this is why he is happy with his non-sentient robots
he doesn't have to deal with weird AI politics like this]
Are you surprised she's displeased with you after that?
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[...Not that that was the reason why he put her in a potato. It was really because power tho, but there's no reason to mention that~]
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SOMEONE CALL KIMBLEE, WE HAVE FOUND A CHALLENGER TO HIS "HORRIBLE REASONS FOR SERIOUS LIFE DECISIONS" TITLE]no subject
[...you totally took that wrong!!!]
Besides, she was calling me a moron. But no, that's not why I put her in a potato! ...Admittedly, it was part of the reason, but not the entire reason! Really, I know better than that.
[And again, he's just not going to answer that question if you don't mind!!]
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[OH MY GOD THESE WEIRD AI POLITICS
WHAT DOES HE DO WITH THESE WEIRD AI POLITICS
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Well, ah. It's... well. I wasn't exactly aware of how it felt to be in power. Or have power, really. So... I... well, I suppose you could say I lost a bit - just a tiny bit, really! - of control there.
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...Just a bit.
[...orz]
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