Gold Coast: Chapter 1-G

Jan 7th, 2011 | By | Category: Gold Coast, Kymria
Imperial Guard

Bannen dal Hagen

A Seat Where Gods Might Dwell

Part G

Aerowyn and Aina were the last to walk into the large office in main engineering. Alia motioned for them to have a seat, and continued to work on the datapad in front of her.

“Alright,” She looked up from the thin screen and sat back in her chair. She sat behind a larger desk, apparently fitted with several control systems and other electronic devices as was appropriate for the head of physical sciences. “We’ve initiated all the systems and brought them up to speed. All we need to do now is release the final seal, and Brys will wake. Now, I don’t know if any of you have been to the waking of a synthetic mind before, but it’s rather touchy at first. We’ve been filtering information into him while he’s sleeping, so this hopefully won’t be as bad as normal. It’s worked well in the two others it was used on. When he wakes, he’ll be limited to access by the six of us. Once he feels he is capable of it he will slowly begin to take on more responsibilities, and open access for more people. If things go as planned, he should be at full running within the week. He’s going to be like a normal computer at first, not being able to understand certain aspects of common speech, taking things literally and responding with only what he is asked for. It’ll take about a month or so for him to develop a distinct personality. Until that time, please, be nice to him. He’s still young. I don’t imagine any of you were brilliant conversationalists when you were six months old either.” The engineer looked around at the other officers, “Are you ready? Good. Here we go.”

Alia entered a code into the datapad on her desk, and signaled for everyone to remain quiet. “Good morning, Brys. This is Chief Engineer Alia Kalil. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you.” The voice which emanated from a speaker in the ceiling was a slightly mechanical sounding replication of a Kymrian male. “It is not morning. The current time–19:34:02–is in the time slot designated as evening or night. Please explain discrepancy.”

“The phrase `good morning’ is a form of greeting used when one or more of the people has just woken up. You have just woken up, therefore the term may be used.”

“Data assimilated.”

“Brys, I would like you to meet some people. Do your sensors register the other people in the room with me?”

“Sensors register five persons other than yourself.”

“Good. I would like you to familiarize yourself with these people. They are the department heads for the station. One is also the Captain. Captain, please introduce yourself.”

Little Wing stood and spoke in the formal key as a superior to a lesser officer. “Greetings to you. Let it be known that I am Little Wing of the bloodline of Redgrass Clann. I am borne of Windflower, who is daughter to Vanisher. It is from them the blood of the clann flows in my veins. My first-father is Thunderhawk of the Clann Wineroot, and it is by his voice that I carry my name. Thus I am.”
Aerowyn never ceased to be impressed by the ceremonial introduction of the Delphi, sung in the majestic chords of the formal key. After such an introduction, the rest seemed somehow to lack. Nevertheless, the introductions did continue, each chief identifying herself to Brys, and letting him assimilate the sensory data with that of the personnel files stored in his memory. Aerowyn waited until the others had introduced themselves, preferring to be the last. She had worked with Minds before, and had a familiarity of how to facilitate their development.

“Hello, Brys.”

“Please identify yourself.”

“Who do you think I am?”

There was a short pause while the complex programs dealt with the unforeseen problem. “Data suggests that you are Doctor Aerowyn bren Moira of House Kelta, Chief medical officer assigned to Space Station 106, Rank O-8.”

“You are correct. I’m very pleased to meet you. I hope that we’ll get to know each other well during our service here.”

“I will serve you well.”

“Not the same, but it will do for now. I think it’s time for us to leave now. Good night, Brys.”

“Good night, Dr. bren Moira.”

Aerowyn and the other officers left Alia’s office and headed back to their own business, soon to be made easier by the addition of the synthetic mind they had just met.

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