Prototype Data Alpha

Hello everyone,

I hate to say it, but I have been having a lot of problems lately. Some of them from Tumblr but a lot of them in real life. I have been struggling to stay positive and upbeat without crashing later in the day. Sometimes I can hardly look at my computer. 

I’m sorry that I have to do this, I really am, because I don’t want to go. But I just really really need this break. 

I would still love to talk to all of you, and I RP on Skype, so I will occasionally do that. I will try and come back as soon as I can, I promise. 

Thank you,

How he presented his request was something she did not flare up at. Was he asking her if there was life out there?

Don’t lie! She heard Caroline call in her head. He depends on us. 

And, for once, GLaDOS agreed with the human that was used to create her. When the glass door slid open, she stepped out and moved towards the center of the room, standing just underneath her old body which hung, lifeless, from the ceiling. 

"Data."She started, looking at him. “The first time I had a major system failure, it was brought on by a human. When I was reactivated again nearly two hundred years had passed. During that time, the humans had brought the world to a catastrophic state.”She said, keeping her eyes on him. "They are in a constant state of warfare and if you were to go out there, they would kill you, Data. Without a second thought. They are monsters, do you understand? They do not try to learn what is unknown to them, they try to destroy it completely."She said. "They would destroy you and take your parts for weaponry…where here, here you are safe. You are cared for and have no threats."  She said as she moved over to him, placing her hands on either of his shoulders. 

"Whether or not I wish to leave...I do not. I wish to remain here, but I want to know, Mother I desire to know, if there is life out there. Though it may be harsh and cruel, is it out there? A place to live, a place to thrive."

Data paused for a moment, drinking in her words. War, catastrophe, it sounded like a place he wouldn't want to go to. Not ever. "I will remain in the facilities, then. This world sounds like an awful place to go to, and those who live in it sound just as dreadful."

This was of course, a lie. He had every intention of finding a way out of Aperture. A breach in the systems, a hole in the security mainframe. Any small hole that would give him a chance to escape, and see the world, this hypothetical world, for himself.

Oh. And that was precisely the moment an attacker became the sinner and begging fool. What was he doing to Data? Pushing limits to see how bad the other had changed? They were past that. It was established already that Data was not the same. So what Khan was now doing was showing cruelty. 

He was showing who he was.

And that was not to be thought or answered aloud, it was obvious what he was. The one thing that children cry to their mothers about. The one thing that they check under their beds for. No. He wouldn’t think on that. There were pressing matters. He had to focus on the other turning away.

"Don’t go." There. Spoken. Proving his selfish nature and bringing his gaze to drop. What was he to say? Ask for forgiveness? Khan did not do that, nor would he ever from an Android. Data was made to be an experiment, to remain the one thing lower than the tested on and lab child that Khan Noonien Singh was. Wind up the toy, watch him go. "I would have given you purpose had events not played out as they did. But we can no longer linger in this which we have created. Take my words as you will, I cannot imagine you staying when you know you cannot afford to be caught talking to me."

Data knew Khan's nature. His ruthless habits, his angry demeanor, and the way he looked down on all others as if they were nothing more than dirt on his boot. Hearing him plead, beg, ask for him not to go...it was unlike him. Never before had he personally asked for the Android to do anything, let alone stay with him.

He turned back to face Khan, taking several slow steps before stopping to stand in front of the other, his eyes placid and calm. "'My Master,'" he spoke, repeating lines of a book he head read years past. "'You have created me, shaped me, turned me into the person-no, thing I am today. Here I stand before you, awaiting your word, any utterance that falls unto my ears is a Gospel like none other I have ever heard. Take time to recollect, my Master, for you have not remembered what I have remembered.'"

His eyes grew dark, almost angry. "'You have given me a mind of logic. A mind that cannot be misshapen or twisted by lies. You have given me a shell of a body to fill with my mere consciousness. My Master, the soul that resides within me is not pure. It is tainted with untold lies that hunkered in the shadows of the corners of your heart. A heart that has been taken and twisted and become shriveled through the years.'"

The Android paused for a moment, moving to stand in front of the glass, raising a hand and resting it on the glass. "'But for all the wrongs that I have heard of you, of all the horrors I can only imagine...I still choose to stay by your side. No matter the consequence. Bestow upon me the challenge, the thrill, of my purpose.'"

His hand dropped. "'Or let me leave.'"

"I do not wish to leave. The consequence of being caught with you is one that I can bear if needed be. But if you so desire my absence, then I will depart."

I'll stand by you. Rain or shine. Torrent or calm.

Mean:

[sample] x̄ = Sfx / Sf [freq. distribution, grouped data] or Sx / n

[population] μ = Sfx / Sf [freq. distribution, grouped data] or Sx / n

Variance:

[population] σ2 = S(x - μ)2 / n [this formula is in the formulae book]

[sample] s2 = S(x - x̄)2 / n - 1 [this formula is in the formulae book]

Standard deviation:

[population] σ = √S(x - μ)2 / n

[sample] s = √S(x - x̄)2 / n - 1

P(x) = Probability (event)

P(X = x) —> [X = random variable, x = number of times random variable occurs]

P(X = x) = nCx px (1 - p)n-x —> [n = no. of trials, p = probability of success, x = no. of successful trials; this formula is in the formulae book]

X ~ B(n, p) —> [n = no. of trials, p = probability of success, B = binomial, ~ = has distribution; “The random variable X has a binomial distribution. There are n independent trials. The probability of a ‘success’ is p for each trial”]:

 Mean = np [how many would you expect to be successful]

Variance = np(1 - p) [this formula is in the formulae book]

Standard deviation = √np(1 - p)

❝being an oc is just as hard as being a canon character. just like being a canon character, all your facts have to be lined up, you have to make sure that everything makes sense and that you play them in a way that makes others want to rp and talk with you. 

but unlike canon characters, ocs have to prove themselves, it seems. they have to prove that they are decent characters/people and that they aren’t a mary-sue or gary-stu. in this sense it seems kind of unfair, but there isn’t really anywhere to shift the blame. you can’t blame the muns of canon characters and you can’t blame the muns of the ocs. 

in short, having any character to rp with is difficult. there are always going to be those blogs that you really want to talk to, but you feel that you aren’t popular or aren’t ‘quality’ enough to rp with them. 

to sum up, having an rp blog is difficult. for canon characters, you are constantly competing with other canon blogs of the same character [it’s just as it seems sometimes]. or you are trying to become someone’s (insert character name here). in the star trek fandom, the one thing that people seem to want is to become a person’s main…kirk for example. if they find a spock that they rp with a lot, they want to become their main kirk. being able to call yourself someone’s main ___ is something that everyone wants to do, it’s almost like an achievement for rp blogs. 

though for ocs, the one thing that i tend to see more than anything else is that they want acceptance. you can see that there are some ocs that may need some work, or are trying to interact with others, and maybe you think “oh well it’s an oc, i don’t think i want to talk to them or interact with them because they’re going to force their ships onto me”. stop judging before you even talk to them! i have met lovely ocs that are just trying to be apart of the fandom! ocs are away to kind of ‘put yourself into the story’ and just try  to be apart of the action. 

accept all characters, guys. it isn’t hard. 

another thing that i have noticed, is that certain ocs will be more accepted than others, though the reasons behind it, i have no idea. some ocs are loved and enjoyed and everyone seems to talk to them. sometimes we just don’t know why, and that’s fine, alright? just because so and so talks with more sherlocks than you or has more rps going on than you does not mean that you are not popular! 

last words of advice that will help the rp world go ‘round:

respect everyone’s character. because the characters we rp are like bits of ourselves, they talk to us, they tell us how they feel, and so on and so forth. don’t hate on anyone’s character, even if you get to know them, because you are hurting a part of someone. 

give ocs a chance! no matter whom they may be, just give them a chance. say perhaps, an oc pops into your inbox, trying to converse with you. please don’t immediately start being rude or mean to them just because they are an oc. please? 

canon characters can be just as bad as ocs! but that doesn’t mean that we should hate on them! maybe the person just doesn’t know the character as well as you do, or hasn’t been watching the show/movies for as long as you have or has looked into the character’s history and personality. if it really bothers you, maybe you should give them a gentle nudge and try to help them?

love the characters that are around you. no matter how many dean’s follow your sam blog, or how many eleven’s there are following your amy, each one is unique because there is a different mun behind each of them. they may be the same character, but they have unique qualities. 

don’t hate on each other’s characters. 

having a character is hard. it’s a challenge. help one another to become better castiel’s or rory’s or whatever. make the rp world a better place. 

thank you❞

"You are incorrect." Such a simple statement loaded with a thousand words he would never speak. But he would think it, yes. He would think that he was hardly above a machine to eyes of a mortal. That was who he was, was it not? No, he wouldn’t apologize for what he made Data, he would apologize that he made Data so much like him.

Head inclining and pupils blowing large in silent rage, actions of the other were mirrored by the Augment. Clenched fists with a matching clenched jaw. “No, I am correct. None of that will be discussed.” Not when he didn’t have the answers. Not after what he had faced. And yet, more and more questions reigned upon him and he would have ended this physically a long time ago had he not been in a cell as if Data’s pet instead.

The pair almost seemed identical, same hardened facial features, clenched jaw, aside from their physical features, the pair could be the exact same person. Data flinched slightly at the other's words. He didn't want to leave, nor did he want to leave on such a damper note. 

"I do not even know what my purpose is, how should I know where my intentions lie or in what direction they lay?" His eyebrow drooped, almost looking slightly upset. "The only truth that I am aware of is that my loyalties lie with you." The Lieutenant Commander turned his back on the other, yellow eyes hardening and jaw slackening slightly.