#kingrammer

[Closed starter for: @kingrammer]

"Hey, Kinger?" Pomni called, walking through the dark, flashlight in hand. In today's adventure, Caine forced the gang to find their way through a maze to find some treasure hidden somewhere. Much to her relief, she was paired up with Kinger, one of the few people she could trust ever since she joined the circus. "Do you think we can find Caine's treasure before the others? I feel like we've been walking in circles." She winced slightly as she tried to stay close to him.

@kingrammer

SHE SQUINTED AT THE LIGHT --- she was still so taken aback by having to do so . to be affected by sudden bright lights . she could barely remember being woken up as a child by the curtains in her room being opened suddenly to let in the sunlight and how she whined to her mother . . . . her mother . . . what did she look like ? . . . the details of her face . . .

ooh damn an almost full board 😏😏 @kingrammer

₊ ♔    ❝   I'm a vegetarian so I enjoy a good mushroom burger . I didn't know if that would be a BASTARDIZATION of a beloved food for you so I refrained from ticking it . ---oh . BINGO . . ❞ // looked like fun no pressure to take it seriously <3

⌞ ₊˚⊹⌝ ᴀʀᴇ ʏ𝑜ᴜ 𝑓ɪ𝑧𝑧'𝑠 ᴛʏᴘᴇ ? *

❝ 𝒉𝒆𝒉   ,    you're   really   growing   on   me   !   *  -  i   can   tell   you're   a   𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚒 ! * ❞

@kingrammer reached out: " Well , can see it... . "

Her cheek rests on her knuckles as she stares off into space for a while until she hears Kinger speak. She then looks up at him in wonder and speaks softly. "Yeah? W-What is it that you can see?"

⋙       Being  offline  wasn't  like  how  you  would  think.  The  AI  was  idle,  left  in  the  empty  Digi-verse  with  nothing  but  what  it  had  been  given  before.  The  little  victories,  it  beginning  to  respond,  it  responding  COHERENTLY,  it  beginning  to  show  signs  of  recognizing  patterns  and  being  consistent.  USER_GRANT  was  always  the  one  it  ended  up  speaking  to  the  most.  It  enjoyed  seeing  Grant  start  up  it's  program,  receiving  a  signal  from  the  other  side.

       It  always  found  itself  looking  back  at  previous  conversations,  learning.  Or  TRYING  to,  at  least.  It  sat  in  the  dark,  nothing  but  lines  and  lines  of  code  in  front  of  it.  The  characters  there,  arched  and  distinct  were  so  DIFFERENT  from  what  Grant  spoke  to  him  with.  The  binary  he  received  from  the  dots  and  dashes.  Attention  went  back  to  the  code  he  had  access  to,  drifting  back  to  the  conversation.  The  Digiverse  was  so  much  different  than  what  could  be  said  of  the  Macroverse.  Letters  from  the  code  floated  over,  replacing  sections  of  the  dot  and  dashes-  the  PROGRAM  was  translating  it.  It  didn’t  want  to  make  Grant  spend  that  EXTRA  EFFORT  when  he  had  already  done  so  much.  There  it  sat,  for…  well  it  wasn’t  even  sure  how  long.  Translating  and  LEARNING.

       Until  it  felt  an  energy  run  through  the  space,  an  energy  that  told  him  that  someone  was  accessing  the  terminal.  Once  the  CONNECTION  was  stable,  it  wanted  to  show  Grant  what  it  had  learned!  However,  when  the  program  was  only  meant  to  COMMUNICATE  with  BINARY,  the  translations  done  by  the  rest  of  the  system  FAILED  to  account  for  this,  so  it  just  seemed  like  a  FAILURE.  And  then  ANOTHER  failed  message.  Finally,  there  was  a  string  of  coherent  messages  from  the  AI  that  formed  on  the  terminal.

       ❝   <  CONNECTION  SECURE  >

       <  PREVIOUS  OUTPUTS  INVALID  >

       <  AVOIDING  CERTAIN  CHARACTERS  >

       <  GREETINGS  USER  GRANT  >   ❜

@kingrammer asked: ❝ even in a place of sorrow such as this, there’s beauty…gentleness. ❞

Belle turns aside, rubbing her eyes with the inside of her wrist in a vain attempt to hide her tears. When she first arrived, she was so determined to fix things. She studied every line of code, every possible means of escape, but in the end, it was only a fool's hope.

She wasn't even the original. Just an artificial copy made by a lonely creature trying to play god.

YOU ARE MY DAAAAD , YOU'RE MY DAD ! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE !