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(I can almost feel my page growing more and more niche as the days pass. Seriously me? Video Game Based Mind Control Roleplaying. Good god. Anyway, this is 2B from a game called NiER: Automata. It's basically a game about androids, which is cool.)"Hello. I am 2B. I assume you're the 9S Unit that I'll be working with? I do not understand this brand of communication you're attempting. I do not understand this 'humor' you speak of. 9S should cease emotional function immediately. 9S Unit, do not come any closer. You are not permitted to edit my functions."
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He nods, before standing up and bolting out of the door. Leaving you behind with the YoRHA unit code and some food.
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I start eating, discontent. With a few minutes to breathe, I wish I had apologized to the helpful android for my outburst.
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Despite all of that, you now have access to over millions of lines manipulating the combat YoRHA units.
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The day goes by in a flash as I study the code architecture. Half the food goes uneaten, and my regret is quickly forgotten while throwing myself into understanding the system.
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Thanks to the understandable language, you've eaten through half of the program in a day. 2B comes and checks in on you.
"Any issues?"
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She comes in to see me passed out, face next to the keyboard, snoring.
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She wakes you up, once again by pushing you out of your chair.
"Why are you not working?!"
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"Aaah! God damn it!" I exclaim. "I'm not explaining sleep to you a third fucking time!"
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She draws her sword at your exclamations. "These unstable outbursts will not be tolerated. What progress have you made for the Commander's Upgrade?"
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Still lying on the ground, I take a deep breath and set my jaw into a false smile. "I believe I've gained a thorough understanding of half of the code routines. Does that meet your exacting standards?"
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For the first time, 2B seems pleased.
"Well done. When can I expect you to begin work on new subroutines for her? Tomorrow?"
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"You said I had a week." I glare.
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"You do have a week. I would just like to know your plan of action."
She places her sword back in its sheath
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"I was going to spend that week studying the code architecture and running tests to see if I could understand how exactly your programs run."
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"Could it be explained to you by a 9S? We need your creativity working full time to improve us."
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"Yeah, I'm not buying the flattery. Here's a little lesson, without mucking around in your head: if you just pointed a sword at someone, they probably won't like you very much." I sigh, reigning in my sarcasm. "It's breakneck speed at a week of full study. They'd help, sure, but on this time schedule I can't be sure I won't make mistakes..."
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Her lips purse, similar to how the commander's would.
"I'm afraid I cannot help you with that. Good luck."
She turns and leaves.
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Well that settles it, I'm turning her into a fawning sexbot at first opportunity. Can't imagine someone would put that much effort in to skin that realistic and leave out the relevant holes. I head back to my room, exhausted by the long day.
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Dinner is brought once more. The next morning, another rude awakening and it's back to work for you.
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"Just get me an alarm clock, you tin bitch..." I grumble under my breath. At the desk, I look idly through a few lines as I wait for breakfast.
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It's brought in by the same 9S, who begins to head for the door as quickly as he can
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"Hey, wait a minute! Please!" I call after him.
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He freezes in place, afraid of you.
"Y-yes...?"
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"I-I'm sorry for screaming at you yesterday. I'm strung out, and a little low on sleep, and this is a really stressful situation..." I sigh.
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"I-It's fine. I just thought you were angry with me...so I thought it best to get out of your way...d-do you need anything else?"
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"No, no, not angry with you... I would've been screwed if you hadn't helped me yesterday. So thank you." I give a tentative smile. "Do you think you could get your friend to stop pushing me out of bed when I'm sleeping?"
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He looks shocked.
"Oh...I'm afraid I can't do that...2B marches to the beat of her own drum. She only takes orders from High Command..."
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"Eh, didn't think so. Thanks anyway. I don't suppose you have some hidden coffee stockpile she didn't know about?"
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This cause him to smile, rifle around in his bag for a second and hand you a thermos full of hot coffee. He hands you some cream and sugar.
"Please, make a change for the better around here."
He smiles at you once more, then leaves
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For once, my stunned speechlessness is joyful. Tears start to well in my eyes. I could kiss that metal bastard right now...
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You're left alone once more, the code almost tempting you.
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Adding all the cream and sugar he gave me, I slam back the coffee. As the caffiene starts to work on my system, I crack my knuckles. βAlright, letβs see what we can do here...β
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The 9S units have given you access to literally every aspect of the code. With this power, you could do whatever you wanted.
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Once I learned it, anywayβ¦ Prudence tells me I shouldnβt tamper with anything until I better understand itβ¦ But how hard could it be to change the βpush me out of bed in the morningβ subroutine? I wrestle with the temptation as I work and study.
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The code seems to be divided into different segments of subroutines that the YoRHA units carry out and use to react to different situations.
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(Is YoRHA both 2B's and the Commander's model?)
βAlrightβ¦ Maybe something to do with dealing with subordinates?β I scroll through the code blocks, looking for anything relevant.
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(They're the class of android built to fight, so yes. Also, how nerdy are you when it comes to programming. Because I can nerd out.)
You see a small block, with many lists of positions. There appears to be a 1A unit marked as the Commander.
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(My father is a programmer, so Iβve absorbed a little from him, but donβt expect too muchβ¦ especially since Iβm planning to go into biology or medicine.)
From what I gathered, they literally want me to make creative improvements, and gave me full license to do soβ¦ Hey, you know what? This might workβ¦ I zero in on 2Bβs programming specifically, seeing if I can add myself as someone she takes orders from...
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The matter is quite simple. All you'd have to do is append your name on to the commander list.
(Nice, I'll keep it minor then!)
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Simonβ¦ Roseburyβ¦ and a little picture to make sure she gets the messageβ¦ Well! That was easier than I expected. Now, letβs do a little more tinkeringβ¦ Figure out if there's anything I can do that will actually improve this commander, huh?
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The commander seems to be firing on all cylinders. Her processor leaves little to be desired however, nothing a little rewriting of some of the base source wouldn't fix however
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(As a fellow nerd, if on different topics, would you rather I technobabbled here or tried to keep clear of actual technical terms?)
"I'll just have to be sure to test this one before implementing it..."
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(I'm probably throwing a bunch of garbage at you. So I don't mind! On another note, your vocabulary is ridiculously expanded. I usually have to look up a word at least once when we RP. Which is educational for me at least.)
List appending is easy to you, but seems like it will have a much more tectonic effect then normal. Once you've established yourself as a variable, you're all programmed in.
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(Why thank you! I really do try...)
I run a side-by-side simulation of the original and upgraded command unit, comparing performance and compatibility with other subroutines.
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She's clearly much faster at processing and making decisions. Your integration seems to be a success.
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I send her a message, just to clear the upgrade. "Think I cobbled something together. Is now a good time for a little code optimization?"
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She replies instantly.
"Humans work much faster then my original assumption. I will be right over."
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βNot anything big, mind youβ¦ Wait, you canβt download over the internet?β I reply, suspecting she's already on her way.
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She's in your cubicle, alone with her blonde hair pulled tightly back into a bun.
"Hello. Is it ready?"
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"Yep. Ready? How do you want me to install it?"
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