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He couldn't understand.
Every fiber of his being adamantly refused to believe what he was bearing witness to. These people, the men and women running this ship, had a synthetic on board. One that was not only built to survive the ravages of space, but who actively enjoyed venturing out into that inky darkness. It would have only taken them two precious seconds to send him into the room that had caught ablaze and allow him to retrieve those who were being scorched, all begging for someone to just open the damn doors. If they had let him go inside, if they had not held him back as he tried to rush in, they would never have been forced to vent the room. While his synthetic flesh may have been slightly damaged or even mildly charred, it was an exceedingly easy repair. Reviving those who expired either to the fire or the near absolute zero of that near-endless void, however...
Arias' muscles trembled as he turned his head towards the captain. She was the one who ordered him to be held back. She was the one who claimed he was valuable cargo and that he 'best not have a single scratch' at the risk of being handed over to the CHV Foundation, whoever they were.
"Look at this from my point of view. This is a..." she paused, attempting to think of a way to calm down the synthetic before it caused more damage. "Unfortunately common occurrence. A little too frequent for my liking if I may be honest."
At this she smiled slightly and stepped towards him. Looking up to meet his eyes, she gently patted his arm. "The likelihood of us having another like you on board when such an incident occurs? Minimal. So what would happen to the ship--to us--if we became used to your heroics? If another fire broke out and you were not on board? We would be wasting precious time trying to find another who could fulfill your role, instead of taking care of the room being affected."
Arias bit back a snarl and swatted her hand away. His eyes narrowed to mere slits. "That makes no sense."
Rubbing the hand that had touched him off on one of her crew members sleeves, she looked back to him. Her lips had drawn into a thin line. "How?"
"These people would act on your orders immediately."
"I still do not see what you are saying--"
"You're the captain. You know your cargo, your crew members, your SO. You are aware of everything that happens on board this vessel. You would have no doubt in your mind if there was someone available. And if there was a stowaway? You would be none the wiser to their existence. You would still give the same orders."
Now scowling, she pinched the bridge of her nose and waved them away. It had not taken long for her to completely lose not only her patience, but the delicate composure she had been carrying. "Put him in the hold," she said. "Or wherever we can store that piece of synthetic junk until we can offload it safely."
As the man and woman who had been holding him in place started to move, it took them a moment to realize it was not budging. One glanced to the other before they tried again, but the only thing that occurred was the sound of steel screeching as Arias' claws dug into the metal floor. The woman on his left swallowed hard and didn't dare to look back toward the captain, certain that she was furious. How were they not able to move this synthetic shite when they had proven more than capable of preventing him from entering that room?
"No," he suddenly said.
Having begun to walk away, the captain turned slightly. "What?"
He took a step forward, practically dragging the two people who clung to his arms along. "This is never going to happen again; on this ship or any other."
The woman gave a harsh laugh. "How the hell do you think you are going to achieve that?"
"You lead by example. I may have only been awakened a few days ago, but from what I have seen? It is more than effective."
----
Feel free to imagine what he means!
This lovely commission was done by the wonderful and ever-patient Calavir! If I recall correctly, all I requested in the commission was for the pose to be dynamic and show a lot of movement. To say they delivered on that is putting it far too mildly for they did an astounding job! The sheer sense of force behind his action and the sense of flow is just beautiful. It gives a wonderful idea of just how powerful he can be when he puts his mind to it, which is actually exceedingly rare. To anger him is a nigh impossible feat, though what does trigger him tends to escalate rather quickly. Best not to touch on those delicate... topics.
You can find Calavir's user page on FR over here: http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=192765
And their art shop here!: http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/1654776
Every fiber of his being adamantly refused to believe what he was bearing witness to. These people, the men and women running this ship, had a synthetic on board. One that was not only built to survive the ravages of space, but who actively enjoyed venturing out into that inky darkness. It would have only taken them two precious seconds to send him into the room that had caught ablaze and allow him to retrieve those who were being scorched, all begging for someone to just open the damn doors. If they had let him go inside, if they had not held him back as he tried to rush in, they would never have been forced to vent the room. While his synthetic flesh may have been slightly damaged or even mildly charred, it was an exceedingly easy repair. Reviving those who expired either to the fire or the near absolute zero of that near-endless void, however...
Arias' muscles trembled as he turned his head towards the captain. She was the one who ordered him to be held back. She was the one who claimed he was valuable cargo and that he 'best not have a single scratch' at the risk of being handed over to the CHV Foundation, whoever they were.
"Look at this from my point of view. This is a..." she paused, attempting to think of a way to calm down the synthetic before it caused more damage. "Unfortunately common occurrence. A little too frequent for my liking if I may be honest."
At this she smiled slightly and stepped towards him. Looking up to meet his eyes, she gently patted his arm. "The likelihood of us having another like you on board when such an incident occurs? Minimal. So what would happen to the ship--to us--if we became used to your heroics? If another fire broke out and you were not on board? We would be wasting precious time trying to find another who could fulfill your role, instead of taking care of the room being affected."
Arias bit back a snarl and swatted her hand away. His eyes narrowed to mere slits. "That makes no sense."
Rubbing the hand that had touched him off on one of her crew members sleeves, she looked back to him. Her lips had drawn into a thin line. "How?"
"These people would act on your orders immediately."
"I still do not see what you are saying--"
"You're the captain. You know your cargo, your crew members, your SO. You are aware of everything that happens on board this vessel. You would have no doubt in your mind if there was someone available. And if there was a stowaway? You would be none the wiser to their existence. You would still give the same orders."
Now scowling, she pinched the bridge of her nose and waved them away. It had not taken long for her to completely lose not only her patience, but the delicate composure she had been carrying. "Put him in the hold," she said. "Or wherever we can store that piece of synthetic junk until we can offload it safely."
As the man and woman who had been holding him in place started to move, it took them a moment to realize it was not budging. One glanced to the other before they tried again, but the only thing that occurred was the sound of steel screeching as Arias' claws dug into the metal floor. The woman on his left swallowed hard and didn't dare to look back toward the captain, certain that she was furious. How were they not able to move this synthetic shite when they had proven more than capable of preventing him from entering that room?
"No," he suddenly said.
Having begun to walk away, the captain turned slightly. "What?"
He took a step forward, practically dragging the two people who clung to his arms along. "This is never going to happen again; on this ship or any other."
The woman gave a harsh laugh. "How the hell do you think you are going to achieve that?"
"You lead by example. I may have only been awakened a few days ago, but from what I have seen? It is more than effective."
----
Feel free to imagine what he means!
This lovely commission was done by the wonderful and ever-patient Calavir! If I recall correctly, all I requested in the commission was for the pose to be dynamic and show a lot of movement. To say they delivered on that is putting it far too mildly for they did an astounding job! The sheer sense of force behind his action and the sense of flow is just beautiful. It gives a wonderful idea of just how powerful he can be when he puts his mind to it, which is actually exceedingly rare. To anger him is a nigh impossible feat, though what does trigger him tends to escalate rather quickly. Best not to touch on those delicate... topics.
You can find Calavir's user page on FR over here: http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=192765
And their art shop here!: http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/1654776
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I am loving Arias more and more with every post. He represents everything I want to see in an artificial intelligence, including a great care for human life despite everything else he's forced to go through. I feel his pain and I only wish there was some way I could reach out to him, tell him that I appreciate him, I would care about him and love him...
Heh, don't mind me, just getting mushy again. I'm a hopeless romantic for benevolent AI, as I'm sure you've noticed. <3
Heh, don't mind me, just getting mushy again. I'm a hopeless romantic for benevolent AI, as I'm sure you've noticed. <3
You have no idea how much it means to receive such a comment from you about that, haha. I also know exactly what you mean... Even though the people he runs into give him more than ample reason to detest them, some would say he is rather naive in the fact he simply does not. While he will certainly protect himself if it is a must and he has no other choice, he will do everything in his power to make sure incidents end on good terms. Something I think holds true to him is that it would be 'far easier to hate and destroy than to care and try to ease them into change.' While he is well aware no one can be forced into taking a path they do not wish to walk, he wants to at least show them there is another way,
Sometimes I find it hard to believe he remains so... gentle, even after everything, but he does. I kind of wish I could be more like him, haha. Goodness.
Naw, I am too admittedly. <3 Although it has a great deal to do with my kinnity, even then I could still have turned out to be someone who loathed them just as much as society. I could even have wound up hating myself for the way I felt, especially given how the community is towards machine/synthetic 'kin and the bad press it has been getting thanks to Tumblr.
Mm, rambling again. But yes, hopeless romantics for benevolent AI unite!
Sometimes I find it hard to believe he remains so... gentle, even after everything, but he does. I kind of wish I could be more like him, haha. Goodness.
Naw, I am too admittedly. <3 Although it has a great deal to do with my kinnity, even then I could still have turned out to be someone who loathed them just as much as society. I could even have wound up hating myself for the way I felt, especially given how the community is towards machine/synthetic 'kin and the bad press it has been getting thanks to Tumblr.
Mm, rambling again. But yes, hopeless romantics for benevolent AI unite!
There are actually communities for synth-kin? I might want to look into those, since I've been feeling a little bit like that lately. Not as in feeling I have the soul of a synth, but rather that I feel ultimately the most comfortable around benevolent AIs, does that make sense?
In a manner of speaking. I have not found a community meant specifically for machine/synthetic/AI otherkin as we are still seen as either trolls or simply impossible. Thus the vast majority say nothing and do not participate in any of the forums or create one for fear of people who feel that way finding them. There are virtually no blogs or general accounts even run by people who are, ignoring the ones who are purposefully making a mockery of it. *sighs*
Oh! That would be incredibly neat to see. I also realized that I neglected to mention this in the previous message, but what you described is called being 'otherhearted' in the 'kin community. So you could be otherhearted towards synthetics, but not actually identify as/with them.
I might use that term, then. :) So, just to clarify, "otherhearted" would mean that I feel a deep affinity and care for androids/synths/AIs and want to be around them as much as possible, even though I still feel like I'm human? Because I'll gladly take that. I just hope that said synths would welcome me. <3
It is indeed what the term means. ^^ I think it came into existence rather recently (within the past few years) in response to those who felt such an affinity, but never had a specific label for it. Tempted to ask some of the older members when it came around, seeing that I stayed away from the community for about five years or so before returning.
Anyway! I am sure they will. <3
Anyway! I am sure they will. <3
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