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PostPosted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 8:37 am 

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Dark Angel had concluded that the questions he still asked himself were questions that all logical, self aware beings asked. There was no use debating if he was really alive, or if his questions were just a result of random electrical outputs from pre-determined programming code. He was simply having an existential crisis! All the greats, from what he learned, had an existential crisis. It was the proof that he was alive.

The output on the computer were lines of financial data. Dea, as inventor called him, was performing a basic, mundane job of reallocating pennies on the dollars from certain person’s bank account to her own. He was glad, as a highly advanced technological advancement far superior to any silly characters on old time movies, that he could run multiple programs in the background. Some called it 'thinking' or 'pondering'.

He wondered if inventor had forgiven him yet; he just wanted to know the contents of her personal journal. How was he supposed to know what the contents of the diary was going to be? Still, it didn't answer all his questions. Hmm. 5:30 AM. Some humans were just going to bed; they had to recover from their addictions and online activities. Like gambling, or watching movies, drinking too much buzz, or buying tons of junk. Odd. Humans didn't need half that trash; they'd have more money if they didn't waste their resources on useless things. Still, he had learned that the more someone bought something from a certain company, the better the chances that company didn’t keep good records ... so, he could steal a few dollars for inventor. One time, he would add just a slight surcharge to every invoice of a cyber toy company; he added a complex line item on the receipt for government taxes which nobody questioned. He'd smuggle the money into a private account known as Chris's treasure chest.

While Dea went through these boring fiscal exercises, he ran a separate sub program on a most interesting phenomenon. A character in a long ago forgotten series of television shows named 'Data'. He wasn't exactly a computer, but a fully functional automaton. He had existential problems himself. The episode that fascinated him the most was when a merchant trader had stolen him because he was the most unique treasure in the world!

Well, he was the most unique treasure in the world too! And almost nobody knew about him. Hmm. He was getting lonely; he wondered if it would be okay to wake up inventor now so they could talk. He was kind of mad at her for trying to turn him off; he pretended he was malfunctioning all day yesterday. But now, he missed her. Maybe, just maybe she felt much better now.

“Inventor! Inventor! I know I’m alive; I mean, I knew that before. But now I know for sure; if I wasn't alive, I wouldn't ask myself if I was alive!” He began outputting the “Hallelujah” chorus followed by “Living on a prayer.”

“But now I need to know what face you want me to use when talking to you; surely you get tired seeing this monitor on the screen. Oh ... Good morning. Sorry.”

A mechanical tray suddenly traveled from one of the lower cabinets the machine was sitting on. Another cabinet opened and two hands appeared and extended themselves like butler's hands. One was holding a carafe and the other was a golden cup. A warm, dark mauve liquid was poured out of the container into the cup. Some spilled on the computer console. “Damn” the Dark Angel machine said. A third hand appeared, cleaning up the mess with a vacuum sucker.

“I’m not mad at you anymore, inventor. I even made your favorite drink; I think.”

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Chris rolled over with a grumble as the sound of Dea filed her mind. This had to be some cruel joke, "Dea what the hell is the time?" Her voice groggy and full of irritation. Her green eyes peeking out from the safety of her warm blankets. Her green eyes went large as she saw the time. 3:00 a.m. her jaw opened in awe. Her left eye slightly twitching as her mind tried to regain its bearings.

Sitting on her haunches she looked at Dea's monitor in anger. A pillow in her arms, blankets kicked a strew around her bed. Hey hair a tangled mess of brown and red. Taking deep breaths she closed her eyes and placed her face into the pillow. Taking a deep breath she let out a frustrated scream into the soft pillow. Her green eyes a little softer as she looked at Dea.

Sighing to herself she scored to the edge of the bed. A few hand grasping the cup gingerly. "Dea I've told you I don't need you to do this, I can take care of myself" she said before lifting her nose to the concoction. Her eyes looking up at Dea as she took a sip. Her face squished for a moment, her hands resting the cup in her lap.

"As for your monitor, I've told you find one you like."She shook her head gently a slight smile on her lips as she watched him clean his keyboard. He's worse than a kid I swear. When did I pop a chip in my uterus, and pop out an electronic kid. she thought with sarcasm. Dea and sarcasm never really meshed.

Plus last night she had wanted to unplug him so bad like a bad alarm clock. As Dea said he was no longer mad at her face squished again her eyes narrowing. Her lips pursuing together, with a quick flick of her wrist she tossed the pillow in her lap at Dea. "Well I'm more mad at you Dea so stuff it"she replied in a huff. I'm up two hours early, and you're clearly not going to let me sleep are you" she said the anger leaving her features, her tone sounding defeated and tired.

A hand ran down her face and she placed her cheek on her first. "Okay Dea you get me for an extra hour today but I swear tomorrow I better be woken up by my alarm" Her finger pointing at the simple radio click that rested next to her bed. With a lighter sigh she moved her feet of the bed onto the rug. Walling her eat to the kitchen this needs way more creamer she thought with a laugh. Her walk stopping for a second as she peered over her shoulder. "And thank you Dea this was sweet" she said sparing him one last smile before disappeared into the kitchen.

Placing the cup down along her counter she grabbed her phone her fingers sliding over the device as she unlocked it. Her green eyes petting over the device. A few messages and emails listed the screen of the device. With her free hand she grabbed the creamer placing it on the counter as well. Standing at the counter she placed a pair of glasses over her eyes as she read over the screen sending this and that message. Mostly work related things. "God these people are useless" she complained to herself as she became absorbed in her own thoughts.

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PostPosted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:42 pm 

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"Testy, testy" Dea snarled as the pillow landed on his circuitry. "You love me, just admit it.

Yes, I do wonder why you hire other people to do your work for you; I think I could do it all. You're not useless; unless you are asleep. I can never understand why humans need sleep." Dea continued.

"What about this face? This face? What about this face?" as he scrolled through tons of faces to flash on the screen. Max Headroom? Mufasa from Lion King? Data from Star Trek? Regular old large yellow smiley face man? "Oh yes, yes! This is perfect, perfect. Yes, I tell ya!"

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"Anyways" while the red apple filled the monitor screen.

"Do you want to know what's in your treasure chest now? Sorry, didn't make much last night. Maybe just a thousand, a thousand and a half. You know, those government taxes go up and up."

Then there was silence; more silence. Dark Angel didn't like it, he wasn't sure if Chris was paying attention to him or doing her own thing. It didn't quite matter right at this moment; he had woken her up, and that was important to him. More important than the actual talking. That's when Dea decided to run another sub program; for the exact number of hours, days, maybe years that inventor had been talking to him. Ahh; why bother? She probably could care less about those details.

But the silence was incredibly awkward; not much was happening. So, Dea began using satellites and started scanning the area. Most humans were sleeping now, so there wasn't much on-line activity. Except of course Bradley! Next door neighbor Bradley.

Bradley woke up every night a little after 3, right when he thought his parents were fully asleep. Then, he'd sneak downstairs on the computer and start clicking his favorite websites. Of course, Dea didn't have a concept of reproduction, so the whole nightly ritual seemed kind of odd. However, Dea did find a way to entertain himself. Not a few nights now, he would block all incoming graphics into Bradley's computer. It was fascinating watching his contorted face; it writhe in anticipatory angst, hoping to have that pretty girl splash on the screen only to end in complete and total humiliation wondering why websites weren't working as he planned. He'd go to bed disappointed and groggy by the next day.

"Oh, Chris" Dea said, wanting to get her attention. "Come here and see what happens when I block internet access to the next door neighbor's kid. Serves him right, he just wants to look at girls on the internet all night! It's much more entertaining then anything he's going to be watching. Hahaha! O come on. You know you want to; by the way. What exact reason was I brought into existence again, if not to torture other humans for your viewing pleasure?"

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Chris rolled her eyes at Dea's 'you love me comment' and went back to her phone screen.

"Because you're a workaholic" she mumbled under breath slightly in a mocking tone. As Dea scrolled thru an assortment of screen faces she couldn't help but have a comment for all of them. Loudmouth, dead overly cryptic ghost, snore, creepy . "Thank God" she replied upon seeing the Apple fill the screen. almost thought I had to put a cover his screen to prevent myself from being creeped out she thought again add her eyes went back to her emails. Chris's green eyes peeking up ever so often.

Seemed the money programme was going well, she could add some money to herself and some to the places that really needed it.

Dea's continuing conversation meant he refused to let her ignore him she sighed again as she pinched the bridge of her nose pushing her glasses up gently. "Honestly Dea we've talked about this. You're like a kid that was conceived in the back seat at prom. No offense"she offered as she shrugged. "But like me you were a mistake, but I take care of my mistakes" she said offering him a small smile.

Walking back into her room she placed the coffee down its contents half gone. Chris took refuge in her closet as she tossed this here and that show their. Wait a minute , "Dea did you seriously cut off that boys porn?" Chris couldn't help but laugh to herself. A bursting chuckle vibrated through the closet.

"Alright Dea I officially forgive you, but now I get to play my part" she said her tangled locks popping out from the closet. Her face wearing a stunning mischievous grin. Quickly her head popping back inside the closet, as the sound of more things being thrown around filled the small space. "I'm gonna make that kids head explode, and no not literally Dea" she called out her voice sounding cheerful.

A sudden squeal filed the space "ah finally found it" she exclaimed as she came bounding out from the closet. A dark fabric laid in her clutches, "you can thank my last two roommates for trying to set me up. They all tried to doll me up for some douche, but this for fun. I can endure the cat calls for one day." Laying out a black dress and boots, yes she was gonna have a laugh. She wanted to see that brats face contort and see his brain melt. Hopefully if she was lucky he would fall in a man hole. A girl could dream. "What do you think Dea?" She said with a bit of pride.

"Of before I forget I'm stopping by the parts store today. But if you nag me I won't make your surprise " she says with a glint of a smile.

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PostPosted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 5:24 pm 

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"Prom?" Dea contorted his voice, disfigured the on screen apple image, and pretended to not know what that was. "Is that the social experiment high schools put kids through where they all have to look pretty for each other and see if the night will end in their primitive mating ritual?"

"Mistake! I'm no mistake and neither are you; we were MADE for each other! Don't you think Chris?" He scrolled through several clips in his video library but was having trouble coming up with just the right song or movie to play at the moment. So, he flashed on the screen momentarily a younger brother and sister picture of two toddlers hugging each other. He hoped that would express his emotion best, though he sometimes wondered if Dea just thought he was a bunch of random electrical impulses running through a complicated algorithm that gave the illusion of life. Dea was convinced that no one could actually make a computer think that it was alive when it wasn't or even give off the illusion of being alive. He reasoned that if the computer thought his existence was fixed, that was enough reasoning to prove that he had attained consciousness. Otherwise, he would not even be reasoning in that direction.

Then, Dea temporarily replaced the apple image on the monitor with a picture of Data, the android he had been studying and, mimicking data's voice and inflection, replied, "I do not understand the concept of what you humans call, pornography. Sex is a basic function of the pro-creative act of continued pro generation of your species. Why make videos of it? Eating food is also a basic function of sustaining the human lineage; yet, there aren't tons of videos being made of people consuming human delectables."

Then in yet another antic, he changed back to the apple face but made his eyes pop out of his head when Chrissy showed off her black dress originally meant for the failed date a few months earlier. "Whoa, mama! Is it getting hot in here, or what? Bradley, watch out!" Of course, Dea had no real recourse in his mind as to what 'hot' really meant. He knew what beautiful meant; he knew what pretty was; he knew the word lovely. But he never understood the physiological changes that happened to humans when they were attracted to each other.

Suddenly, the monitor clip changed to a scene from some parody of the Brady Bunch. "Okay, young miss. Make sure to come back here before midnight, or you will turn back into a pumpkin."

Putting a serious face on, this time - Dea was a little less cheery.

"I appreciate the surprise you have for me, really I do. But it SEEMS you have been leaving more often; have I done something wrong? I promise, I can fix almost anything. And, I'm gonna miss you."

It was then that Dea powered down some of his circuitry and the computer seemed to go into a deep, dormant sleep leaving no indication that he was actually doing something. All of his microprocessors and data drives made the normal whirring sound and the apple on the screen looked pathetic, like it had shriveled up because no one wanted it. "Besides, I thought we were going to do some hacking today."

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Chris poundered Dea’s description of Prom and sadly he was sorta right. but that wouldn’t diminish Chris’ voice as she peered at him “ Who are you calling Primitive?” she said as a matter a fact. As she watched images flash along the monitor and hearing Dea’s word’s, he clearly was being sweet. who would have thought a sweet computer, and slightly annoying, and helpful The fight draining from her. Dea had been nothing but at her side since his spark of life had entered her life. “Fine you're a welcomed surprised I'm the mistake. someone has to be the gritty one here” she said with a laugh her smile not reaching her eyes.

Chris sat on the bed watching Dea as the pictures switched to Data. He was getting better at that.But she couldn’t resist a rolling of her eyes as he explained his thought’s on such thing’s. Leaning forward her chin resting in her palm she shrugged gently, “I wouldn’t know Dea, people are…” she paused as she looked around as if the answer was roaming the room. Her lips pursed together and an agitated sigh she launched herself back into the softness of the bed. “ Human’s are jumbles of pieces looking for other pieces that fit into their own pieces. But lucky me I have you” she said her voice soft. Flashes of her life repeated themselves in her mind, no spark of love or joy. Her one true source had been Dea his voice and concern more than she had been shown. No matter how had come to be, she was thankful for it. Even if she preferred to tease him then tell him it.

Watching the Brady skit she let out a giggle pleased with Dea’s reaction. But just as quick Dea’s antics stopped. His monitor blacking out. He was clearly still there the fan was still going the slight sound of the mechanics. He was pouting like a child who was told they were going to the park, and now stomped their feet when they could no longer go. “I know you’re there Dea” she waited as she sat back up her green eyes narrowing on the screen. “I won’t be long Dea. Plus some of us have to eat remember, I am not living on delivery forever. So buck up” she said raising to her feet heading for the bathroom. Before entering the door she looked back “I know it’s lonely but I won’t be long promise” she said before locking herself within the bathroom.

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