Jean Descole (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scientificflair) wrote2012-05-23 05:31 am
scientificflair) wrote2012-05-23 05:31 am
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.]
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[He's not sure, Descole! Why are you forcing him to deal with this? So rude.]
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I thought that was only due to the programming...?
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[ALKEMRKNKWLEKWLEKMKSLENKMWK!!!]
I...! Yes! Yes, of course it's only because of the programming!
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It's fine if you want to be fond of her, you know. It doesn't really matter to me, and I'm certainly not going to say anything to her; I avoid talking to her at all costs, anyway.
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I'm most certainly not fond of her. She's a tyrant! Why the blood hell would I be fond of her?
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[...you know what? He's just going to sit here and sulk, okay. Because no, he doesn't have any other explanation. He's just not going to answer thank you very much!]
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As I've said, my friend. I won't tell her.
[And with that, he goes back to playing with that violin; he's switched songs, however.
...that damn song your bat is always singing tends to get stuck in his head; he's in the process of trying to work it out on this thing.]
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[The music does get him to stop sulking though, and Companion Bat immediately starts humming along. Thank you for giving him something else to focus on!]
...You're very good.
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Appreciated. Any good with music yourself, or...?
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Never tried it! I've never really had any interest in music, after all. It's interesting, not really something I'd spend my time on, though. But you're good - you've certainly put some effort into it, right?
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[...no but... that doesn't make sense...]
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It isn't terribly common, but it comes up once in a while.
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[...Do you see this skeptical look, Descole? This sounds ridiculous.]
How is that even possible?
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There are a lot of differences to account for.
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[Then again, Descole probably thinks that Wheatley's impossible. He shakes his head after a moment.]
I find it hard to believe, but it's good that there's a use for those talents other than just entertainment!
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Mm, don't get me wrong - it's primarily entertainment; at the same time, there's nothing wrong with that, either. Not everything has to be work.
[Just. Most of it.]
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[...he's not adorable, you shut up.]
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So do you actually...enjoy the science you're working on? Not to be offensive, but I assumed it was something of a programmed function, rather than a source of personal pleasure.
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And you were capable of feeling that sort of thing before? All of the mechanical processes in my world are controlled by the user; the idea of artificial intelligence that's capable of thinking for itself, much less feeling anything, is completely beyond me.
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But when the tests are performed correctly...! Ah, it's a glorious feeling! A simulated one, but I really can't tell the difference between genuine and simulated, so I suppose that doesn't matter all that much.