Sample: The day started like any other day. With the sound of a piano rousing her awake. It took a few seconds longer to be ready for use, clocked at 15 even. A small .txt file was made and filed away as a reminder to defrag and ask one of the crew members for another new stick of RAM, her natural processes coupled with new programs from the other universes was taking up a lot of memory, and left her unable to eat an entire pudding cup at her usual speed.
Just as she began to think about pudding and stretched her artificial muscles out for maximum efficiency, something seemed off. It felt like there were eyes all around her, yet as far as she could tell she was all alone. Maybe some alien was camouflaged?
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
There was no response. Her optics rapidly scanned the room as she slowly began to back out. Her desperate search around the quarters she had shut down in the night before had begun to take up too much processor power, so she carelessly took some from her balance sensors, causing her to stumble out of the room. As she hit the floor, the realization hit her like a DDoS attack. The eyes weren't all around her, they were inside her. She was haunted! Possessed! Hacked!
Logic circuits briefly shut down as she rose to her feet and thus the only reaction she could determine was to run at full speed down the hall screaming, as if removing herself from the start of the hacking would make it go away. She ran for what felt like days through the halls, all the while the eyes inside her stared unrelentingly at her every process. She had no privacy, she felt completely invaded. It was like a key logging program of massive proportions was running in her and no matter how many times she mentally ctrl+alt+deleted, she couldn't find it.
As she turned a corner, she was stopped by the strong arm of a technician who had been monitoring the sector's artificial gravity before he was rudely interrupted by the shrieking machine.
“Hold it there, artificial lady. What seems to be the problem?”
“I've been hacked! Keylogged! There are eyes everywhere in the background, monitoring everything I do!”
The large man stared at her for a second before adjusting his hat over his eyes, perhaps in shame or perhaps so the robot wouldn't notice his fixation on her synthetic mammaries.
“You sure you didn't just notice your daemons running?”
All non-essential processes stopped in the girl as she considered this. She looked like she'd been told 2+2 was four after spending an hour convinced it was fish.
“oh... I guess you're right. Thanks!” Without another word, XP began skipping down the hall, musing to herself about what to have for breakfast. She was really hungry after that morning run.
The technician just began to wish he was had taken that job as a Powermaster in the Primax Cluster as he got back to work.
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Just as she began to think about pudding and stretched her artificial muscles out for maximum efficiency, something seemed off. It felt like there were eyes all around her, yet as far as she could tell she was all alone. Maybe some alien was camouflaged?
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
There was no response. Her optics rapidly scanned the room as she slowly began to back out. Her desperate search around the quarters she had shut down in the night before had begun to take up too much processor power, so she carelessly took some from her balance sensors, causing her to stumble out of the room. As she hit the floor, the realization hit her like a DDoS attack. The eyes weren't all around her, they were inside her. She was haunted! Possessed! Hacked!
Logic circuits briefly shut down as she rose to her feet and thus the only reaction she could determine was to run at full speed down the hall screaming, as if removing herself from the start of the hacking would make it go away. She ran for what felt like days through the halls, all the while the eyes inside her stared unrelentingly at her every process. She had no privacy, she felt completely invaded. It was like a key logging program of massive proportions was running in her and no matter how many times she mentally ctrl+alt+deleted, she couldn't find it.
As she turned a corner, she was stopped by the strong arm of a technician who had been monitoring the sector's artificial gravity before he was rudely interrupted by the shrieking machine.
“Hold it there, artificial lady. What seems to be the problem?”
“I've been hacked! Keylogged! There are eyes everywhere in the background, monitoring everything I do!”
The large man stared at her for a second before adjusting his hat over his eyes, perhaps in shame or perhaps so the robot wouldn't notice his fixation on her synthetic mammaries.
“You sure you didn't just notice your daemons running?”
All non-essential processes stopped in the girl as she considered this. She looked like she'd been told 2+2 was four after spending an hour convinced it was fish.
“oh... I guess you're right. Thanks!” Without another word, XP began skipping down the hall, musing to herself about what to have for breakfast. She was really hungry after that morning run.
The technician just began to wish he was had taken that job as a Powermaster in the Primax Cluster as he got back to work.