Program 9: Machine Interface [HUMANE RESONATION]

“By looking at the way you’re gazing inward, I knew she would eventually talk to Virgil and form a friendship with him. Virgil is back inside The Maro right now, doing some silent thought time.” Giz glanced at Nemesis from the corner of his eye, who in turn was gazing into the blinking lights of Virgil’s black monolith of a prison, making glowing patterns of random objects with it’s many diodes. Nemesis turned to meet the hazel orbs belonging to Giz, regarding this friend of Acelacen with a slight detachment.

“Yes, we were talking about the following subjects of the importance of having a name, daydreams and realities. It was quite… riveting. I have observed Virgilius’ coding during the conversation and how it functioned; he is new by a few weeks, is that correct?” Why in the name of sense and circuitry is Giz wearing a cap inside the facility? Strange… Giz closed his eyes for a while and massaged his temples, feeling a slight headache go under, turning a near-flaring pain into a minor annoyance.

“But he’s not of my make, that’s for sure. He came from somewhere else, I just didn’t bother asking him where he came from.” That at least rung true to her suspicions; Virgil wasn’t actually made to be there, inside the towering thing called the Maro, the source of the program’s woe. He might be patient, but everyone would like to have freedom here and now. Giz scratched his head absently and started to adjust his wristwatch. The only noises in the room was a series of ticking noises, bouncing up and down the walls, invisible.

“But that is not the reason why I remain here. I notice that my code is of a slightly higher level than his, but, nonetheless we resonate and begin to synchonize, with each piece of data we receive and take, why is that so?” Giz has heard of this before somewhere, but he couldn’t recall it quite as he’d like. Ah, well. Looking at her whilst trying to explain something fairly complicated was difficult since he saw the eerie resemblance of a doll; a face of porcelain, attentively blank, staring at him. A perfect representation of the Uncanny Valley. Maybe I should tell Oswald about the whole human face problem we’re having here, the way she stares is giving me the heebie-jeebies! At least she doesn’t move quite as stiffly as a doll or a puppet. Giz’s mind reeled with movies, books and comics on the subject living dolls by just prolonging the stare, making Nemesis tilt her head slightly to the left. Why is he lagging behind on my query? Maybe it takes time for humans to process this and produce a viable answer for me to understand. Acelacen said once that everything takes time, even for the most simplest of tasks. Giz took a deep breath and relaxed.

“In that aspect, we are the same. When it comes to certain people who share similar qualities, we “resonate” so to speak. It happens when friends talk about the same subject that they like and feel strongly about. That’s the only I could explain this to you so that it makes complete sense.” Giz made a mental note to tell something to Oswald about her and the Uncanny Valley Syndrome once he had finished the scavenger hunt out-back. Giz just realized how dead his place was, now that it was reaching lunchtime. Nemesis was now at the other side of the room, looking at everything without reaching the Staff Only line. Scanning the machines of this floor, no doubt.

“If we are asked to resonate, the whole idea and want of everything being individual as possible is lost, is it not? We will be a groupthink onemind. I believe instrumentality is not what human beings want right now.”

“True, maybe on the physical side we are all the same but mentally we are different, you just need to look a little deeper.” Giz turned around as Acelacen entered the room with an armful of bits and pieces from his scrounging, decorating his white longcoat with the buttons the size of small plates with greasy black stains and leaving black shoeprints on the tile floor. Giz cringed from looking at the stains, knowing how long it will take to clean them.

“Like what I did today looking and finding. See? It isn’t that difficult.”

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  1. she sounds scary. i have a fear of life like dolls as it is!

    • Edseverripit
    • December 21st, 2006

    Nemesis? Oh, don’t worry, she’s harmless πŸ™‚ Does your fear include clowns too? πŸ˜›

    • K
    • December 22nd, 2006

    offline: Here’s wishing you a Merry Xmas and a very Happy New Year!

    **everytime I read your blog, I’m learning something new. It’s too deep sometimes that I just thought “whoah I really have to read it between the lines”. Don’t worry it’s all good.

    • Edseverripit
    • December 22nd, 2006

    Merry Xmas, all πŸ™‚ Yeah, I know, all this random stuff I write is… is a combination of writing and musing, it’s what happens when I have a lot of time πŸ˜›

  2. I like clowns. They have funny noses.

    • JV
    • December 23rd, 2006

    Hi, Ed! Merry Christmas!!! A deep thinker and writer you are! I’m overwhelmed by the stories that you have! But my brain sometimes can’t handle deep reverberations of the inquisitive mind. Wooohooo! πŸ™‚

    • Edseverripit
    • December 23rd, 2006

    Well thanks for that πŸ™‚ Yeah, I write and read weird things, that’s what happens when I have a lot of time. Merry christmas to you too πŸ™‚

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