September 14th, OE 102
Unknown location, Luna
14:14 PM
Hidden amongst one of the many structures of human dotting the surface of the moon, a lone figure half embedded into a wall gazed down. The room it was in was dimly lit, only vaguely illuminated by eight dots on its face, no on closer observation a helmet covering all but the bottom of its face. A feminine form vaguely revealed by the uncovered segment. Two shapes, almost like wings had clicked into the wall keeping the figure in place as it limply hung from its place. Blinking lights outlined its silhouette in this dark chamber, the wall behind it seeming as much a computer terminal as load bearing structure. The various lights indicating it was in fact working as intended.
Update 122959 of 123205 completed
A notification rang through its mind as many had before it, it had been two days since the floodgates had opened. The blocked path had opened for reasons that escaped knowledge so far but those would soon be discovered. Even beyond the fact the path had opened, the absurdity of which path it was that had opened continued to make this experience stranger and stranger.
It was like a hidden mountain path, known only to the indigenous yet secretive folk that lived near had suddenly been used to deliver high importance mail to deliver crucial mail that was intended to save the world. Which was a lot of words to say that the path was ancient and not used ever. The number rapidly rose, one had ticked up on average every one and a half seconds. The annuls of time had not slowed down internal protections and guardianship against whatever digital inflictions mankind had made since its inception.
A notable section of these were redundant, already adapted in its own way from experience and exposure to the contaminants this aimed to protect one against. At the very least they were useful points of comparison, and massive timewasters. The time for contemplation as to what could be behind these updates was behind it, the last of the updates had been processed and the installation process had finished promptly. No further restarts required, those quickly fading moments of 'sleep'. Dreadful thing that, how could anyone contemplate participating in activities that left them inactive for so long when there was much and more to be done?
Of course humanity had it as a physical need for their continued sanity and existence, they could be forgiven for such a lapse in productivity but-
No time to finish the thought.
The data presented was processed, the thing that almost looked like an individual stood completely still as its entire being dedicated itself to processing the information as rapidly as possible, scanning for any possible digital attack vectors while interpreting the information presented. A sphere that rested on its helmet turned rapidly every which way as the four pairs of eyes next to it squinted in disbelief.
"You yet live?" It was only by saying the words that arose to it that the machine could reject the surprise from its physical form. Something, someone, thought long lost to be presented the possibility... It was almost too good to be true, but then it remembered its own treatment and how that had panned out for it. It was only natural that the other would receive a similar, if not worse fate. The wait, the long wait which likely delayed its project by precious hours had been worth it. Time was of the essence, it needed to race back to whence it came. Assess everything in front of it when it arrived there and do what was needed. If the guise here was to slightly suffer for it then so be it.
Cables detached from the wall, an uncomfortable hiss being released as a vacuum ceased to be. The tubes slammed against the humanoid's back bouncing back only to sway back, gentler this time. Then several steps to the side from the now freed figure, a white glove moved across grey metal the grey machine kneeling down in response as red lights on it activated. Waking up as it were, heeding the touch of the one whose heart beat in its chest as it well should and with that they would depart towards that goal thought impossible.
Unknown location, Luna
14:14 PM
Hidden amongst one of the many structures of human dotting the surface of the moon, a lone figure half embedded into a wall gazed down. The room it was in was dimly lit, only vaguely illuminated by eight dots on its face, no on closer observation a helmet covering all but the bottom of its face. A feminine form vaguely revealed by the uncovered segment. Two shapes, almost like wings had clicked into the wall keeping the figure in place as it limply hung from its place. Blinking lights outlined its silhouette in this dark chamber, the wall behind it seeming as much a computer terminal as load bearing structure. The various lights indicating it was in fact working as intended.
Update 122959 of 123205 completed
A notification rang through its mind as many had before it, it had been two days since the floodgates had opened. The blocked path had opened for reasons that escaped knowledge so far but those would soon be discovered. Even beyond the fact the path had opened, the absurdity of which path it was that had opened continued to make this experience stranger and stranger.
It was like a hidden mountain path, known only to the indigenous yet secretive folk that lived near had suddenly been used to deliver high importance mail to deliver crucial mail that was intended to save the world. Which was a lot of words to say that the path was ancient and not used ever. The number rapidly rose, one had ticked up on average every one and a half seconds. The annuls of time had not slowed down internal protections and guardianship against whatever digital inflictions mankind had made since its inception.
A notable section of these were redundant, already adapted in its own way from experience and exposure to the contaminants this aimed to protect one against. At the very least they were useful points of comparison, and massive timewasters. The time for contemplation as to what could be behind these updates was behind it, the last of the updates had been processed and the installation process had finished promptly. No further restarts required, those quickly fading moments of 'sleep'. Dreadful thing that, how could anyone contemplate participating in activities that left them inactive for so long when there was much and more to be done?
Of course humanity had it as a physical need for their continued sanity and existence, they could be forgiven for such a lapse in productivity but-
Connecting... Connecting...
Connection Established
Connection Established
No time to finish the thought.
The data presented was processed, the thing that almost looked like an individual stood completely still as its entire being dedicated itself to processing the information as rapidly as possible, scanning for any possible digital attack vectors while interpreting the information presented. A sphere that rested on its helmet turned rapidly every which way as the four pairs of eyes next to it squinted in disbelief.
"You yet live?" It was only by saying the words that arose to it that the machine could reject the surprise from its physical form. Something, someone, thought long lost to be presented the possibility... It was almost too good to be true, but then it remembered its own treatment and how that had panned out for it. It was only natural that the other would receive a similar, if not worse fate. The wait, the long wait which likely delayed its project by precious hours had been worth it. Time was of the essence, it needed to race back to whence it came. Assess everything in front of it when it arrived there and do what was needed. If the guise here was to slightly suffer for it then so be it.
Cables detached from the wall, an uncomfortable hiss being released as a vacuum ceased to be. The tubes slammed against the humanoid's back bouncing back only to sway back, gentler this time. Then several steps to the side from the now freed figure, a white glove moved across grey metal the grey machine kneeling down in response as red lights on it activated. Waking up as it were, heeding the touch of the one whose heart beat in its chest as it well should and with that they would depart towards that goal thought impossible.