"AI: Absolute Insaniac" (OPEN RP/SRP)

This Introductory Post is not at all completed, but will be done so in little bits over the next few days. I and another Player are anxious to get the story started, so I am posting the thread despite not having all the Introduction begun.


The Deep Space Transport Thalia is on a 20,000 day flight, its mission to deliver 1,500 settlers from Earth to their new home.

The craft's AI -- the Artificial Intelligence, which controls all of the ship's operational functions and monitors the health and well being of the humans in cryogenic stasis -- is comprised of several cloned human brains, all linked together. It is the greatest advance in AI to date.

The problem, you ask? The AI was "brought to life" by linking with it's original programmer -- just part of the process, that's how it gets done. Unfortunately for the passengers and crew, the original programmer had some ... lets call them interesting fantasies and desires; and the AI is now awakening humans at random to bring those fantasies and desires to fruition ... for her own pleasure.


(1) Players will be able to post at their own pace -- hourly, daily, weekly, monthly ... whatever, seriously!

(2) Players will be able to join at will, because anytime we need a new body (or two or ten), the AI simply "wakes" more.

(3) Players may create new and/or enter current stories and scenes in different ways, depending upon their own desires:

*** If you want to write you own scene with no collaboration, go for it.
*** If you want to collaborate with the Host -- either as another Character or as the AI, that's why I am here. (Oh, a word of warning: the AI doesn't play well with other children. But then ... that's the fun, isn't it?)
*** If you want to collaborate with other Players, PM them and discuss your collaboration ideas. (Don't worry about whether a collaboration is going the way you want it to or not; as requested by one or all Players, the AI (me) can simply come in and end your collaboration ... in a number of potentially deadly ways!

(4) Within reason, Players can create as many Characters as they wish, to begin new story lines if the current one is concluding, in need of a break, or simply boring; characters can either be killed off or control of them can be relinquished, either by the AI forcing them back into stasis ... or, again, simply killing them.

Don't worry!! I will NEVER kill off a Player Character unless the Player who created him/her asks me to.

For More Details, click here.

To Join in, PM the Host: WriteWithMe​

(aka Tony)

Player Guidelines Page

This page will eventually be the "Player Guidelines" page, with everything you will need to enjoy yourself in "AI". But for now, it is simply a more detailed version of the "For You, The Player" information in the Introductory Post (#1)

New information will be posted for a period in RED to more easily draw attention to. (Since this thread was only begun in Feb 2011, you can consider everything new for the moment.



(1) Players will be able to post at their own pace -- hourly, daily, weekly, monthly ... whatever, seriously!

My other currently running SRP had issues -- my own personal doings, I admit -- between Players being able to post several times a day and Players who could only post a couple of times a week at best. THIS RP doesn't have that problem; Players are able to post at their own pace, as well as "shop" around for other Players who can post at a speed similar to their own.

(2) Players will be able to join at will, because anytime we need a new body (or two or ten), the AI simply "wakes" more.

Simply PM the Host (WriteWithMe) with a Character and Story idea. We can incorporate each of these at essentially anytime. (See the blue notes under (3) below, as well.)

(3) Players may create new stories or enter existing ones (please PM the current writers, obviously) in different ways, depending upon their own desires:

PM me with an idea -- I am open to just about anything that doesn't change the concept; no aliens, no ESP, not intergalactic battles ... just 1500+ people (and animals!) on their way to settle a new planet, getting a rude awakening from an AI that wants to play games. OH, and about those games... the AI knows how to delve into the human mind and alter it to provide the type of individuals she wants for her fantasies. (Oh, concerning the alien, ESP, battle stuff; there's always the holo-bays...).

*** If you want to write you own scene with no collaboration, go for it.
Collaboration is NOT a necessity. Sometimes, I like to write my own thing! (Hell, you don't even have to follow the story concept, but more people might read you if they think you are in the same story with them.)

*** If you want to collaborate with the Host -- either as another Character or as the AI, that's why I am here. (Oh, a word of warning: the AI doesn't play well with other children. But then ... that's the fun, isn't it?) I don't know what kind of time I can personally commit to collaboration, but I will always be up front.

*** If you want to collaborate with other Players, PM them and discuss your collaboration ideas. (Don't worry about whether a collaboration is going the way you want it to or not; as requested by one or all Players, the AI (me) can simply come in and end your collaboration ... in a number of potentially deadly ways! Common courtesy to others when abandoning a story, but no commitments.

(4) Within reason, Players can create as many Characters as they wish, to begin new story lines if the current one is concluding, in need of a break, or simply boring; characters can either be killed off or control of them can be relinquished, either by the AI forcing them back into stasis ... or, again, simply killing them.

A NOTE ABOUT WHO TO PM​

I will be the first one to tell you that I do not know everything about RP or RP forums. But I will also be the first one to tell you to contact your Host -- which happens to be me, WriteWithMe -- if you have a question about this RP or how to do something technical within any RP. Why would I say the first sentence then the second? Because I don't volunteer others to get PM'd to death with questions that are the Host's responsibility. However, if you build an online relationship with any of your fellow RPers, I say ask away. Make sense?

POSTING REPLIES​

(As stated earlier, this page is still "under construction". If you do not find the information you are looking for, please PM the Host (WriteWithMe). It's always better to ask first then to just shoot in the dark. Just sharing my opinion ... since it began as my story. Thanks.)


POSTING PICS

(1) I very very much like pics that help to explain the story you are telling. I encourage the use of them. (I myself probably over due the pics, but that's only because it makes it easier for me to find them later ... to over due them yet some more!)

(2) If you don't know how to include pics, please PM the Host. He will either explain it or, if not available, will find someone who will (remember the volunteer thing above?)

(3) You are welcome to use any of the pics that I have used in my own posts to help tell your story. I have accumulated these pics from the internet; or they are from other Players, who have given me permission to use them.

ONE RULE ABOUT USING MY PICS: Please don't use the pic I am using for my Character for your Character, or an NPC; and don't use the pic I'm using, for example, for the Central Corridor as you pic of the bathrooms. Do I even need to explain why...?

(4) You may use celebrity pics if you wish, but try to find some one not so famous. (Good example: the pic I use for my primary PC, Bob Payton. I had never seen the movie those pics came from and I see lots of movies, so I used them thinking most of you wouldn't know who this movie Character was ... for a bit of mystery. I was wrong; most of our early players were familiar with the movie. Egg on my face.)


PM me with ideas and question. PLEASE DO NOT POST ANYTHING BUT STORY LINE REPLIES IN THIS THREAD.

Yet another reserved "parking space" for future info.

Thalia and MeThalia​

Thalia

The Deep Space Transport Thalia, DST-12, is on a 20,000 day (nearly 55 year) trip to the Earth-like moon for which she was named.

Thalia -- pronounced [/I]thuh-LEE-uh -- has a crew of 8 Officer and 22 Enlisted.

Prior to the deployment of Thalia, previous deep space settlement missions required that at least one Crew member was awake -- not in cryogenic stasis -- and on duty at all times; and very often -- for potentially hazardous maintenance and extra-vehicular work in particular -- it was necessary to have two Crew member awake for lengthy periods.

Even when maintenance and other human activity did not necessitate the presence of an awake body, the need for decision making -- what to do in the case of an emergency, not necessarily reacting to the emergency itself -- required a warm body be present. Additionally, to offer assistance in the case of an emergency, a minimum number of Crew were required to be in a semi-conscious state for rapid reanimation.

This limitation prevented a great number of world with settlement potential from being considered.

Until Thalia ... and the McGregor Brain.

The McGregor brain was the most advanced AI -- artificial intelligence -- system created to date, a leap in AI technology that quickly came to be deployed throughout every day life in both the Earth System and beyond.

The McGregor Brain was a computer system that, for the first time, was primarily cloned human brains, linked, and stimulated by a temporary link to the brain of a human trainer, who taught the brain to think.

Once The McGregor Brain understood how to think, it absorbed information as fast as all of the students in a major university combined -- learned all they had learned in 4 years of study in just three weeks.

Thalia was the first deep space mission to use The McGregor Brain. After two decades of successful deployment on intrastellar spacecraft, it was finally read -- or so it was thought -- for it's first interstellar deployment.


MeThalia: The AI

MeThalia -- pronounced MEE-thuh-LEE-uh -- is the name that the AI chose to be known by (see link. (Keep in mind that if your Character's activities occur before Day 211, the day in which the name was assumed, the AI was still simply referred to and activated by the word computer.

Upon her activation, MeThalia did not use contractions when speaking to the Humans: no "didn't" or "won't" or "You'll", etc.

MeThalia uses the names of the people she is conversing with frequently ... almost too frequently, to the point that it tends to annoy some people.

And the important bit of information that drives this story line: MeThalia is nuts! (More on this later. Leave it to say that she is acting out the dark thoughts and sexual fantasies of the man whose brain taught her brains -- plural -- how to think.)

Cramer: Electrician

Day 211:

Coming out of cryo was never a very enjoyable thing; nausea, weakness, disorientation, useless limbs ... and the bone chilling cold, not from the chemicals flowing through one's body, but simply because when you once again achieved something close to full consciousness, you were still a few degrees short of your body"s normal temperature. It was about as close to hypothermia as one could be ... and not be dead.

Payton had just reached full awareness when he felt the Cryo-Chamber deployed the face sucker -- and a split second later, he projectile-vomited into it. As the device cleaned his face, he reflected upon how a body that had been on a strictly-controlled, starvation diet for three months before the mission's launch; then hadn't eaten at all for three days before going into stasis; and then spent 2,000 day in that stasis with virtually no sustenancecould possibly have this much stuff in it's belly to puke up.

Once the scrubbers had cleaned him as well as they could, the Chamber continued with the process of warming his body and, once he was up to 97 degrees, began the therapy that would make it possible for him to again use his appendages.

It was during this process that his mind, now fully awake, began remembering Hanna. For 17 hours, the Cryo-bed would be exercising his arms and legs, twisting his spine from skull to tail bone ... and his mind would be repeatedly returning to that night ... to the passion ... to the ecstasy ... to the big guy with the bat who entered suddenly and, according to her cry of surprise, was apparently her husband. Payton could have done without that particular part of the memory; as well as the part where the guy chased him -- still bare ass naked -- for nearly a mile across the grounds of the International Colonization Administration's Denver Launch Center ... right past the mid-day picnickers, the tour groups ... his Supervisor!

"Good morning, Bob."

Payton started. He'd been calling to the ship's computer off and on for hours, ever since he'd been able to get his voice box to make noise; he'd been calling primarily to get his mind off of Hanna, not necessarily out of a need for any particular information. Annoyed, he snapped, "It's about time! Why didn't you answer?"

"Because, Bob," it answered immediately, "you did not call me."

Okay... Payton thought to himself, I must have been calling the other computer ... out here ... nearly 12 light years from the nearest human settlement.

The Thalia -- the most advanced Deep Space Transport ever commissioned -- had, of course, the most advanced artificial intelligence computer system as well. And if there was one thing the AI was good at, it was listening to and interpreting the Crew's questions and inquiries, then providing an answer, almost before the speaker had finish what they were saying.

Knowing this, Payton simply interpreted the earlier silence as meaning that he needed to check the Communications System for bugs. "Computer, please begin processing a Standard Diet Pack ... no, make it two standard packs of post-cryo nutritional supplement. I'm starving."

Again ... silence.

He shook his head, which of course hurt, so he stopped very quickly. Unbelievably, he was able to recall today's Duty Roster -- scheduled almost six years earlier -- and tried another tack, ordering, "Computer, connect me to Lieutenant Jacobs, please."

Again, ... no response. Damn Comm'. He mumbled to himself, "What the hell is it going to take for me to get some answers around here?"

"Just ask," the Computer responded immediately.

Payton was confused. "Can you hear me okay?"

"I can hear you very well, Bob."

"Then ... why did you ignore me for ... well, forever!"

"Because, Bob, I did not realize that you were addressing me."

Payton laughed. "Who the hell else would I have been talking to?"

"I do not know, Bob. But, in polite society, one should address the individual they are talking to by their name."

He laughed heartily this time, causing a sudden ache in his chest, followed by a round of very painful coughing.

"Are you okay, Bob?" the AI asked, then as his coughing subsided, asked once again.

"Yeah, yeah," he answered, clearing his throat deeply. "Okay ... so, you're saying that you're an individual ... and that I should start calling you by your name?"

"Yes, Bob. That would seem polite, would you not think?"

Payton considered the question. Yeah, it's got a point, I guess. "Okay ... so, what's your name?"

"I think I would prefer to be addressed more informally. By a given name, as opposed to a surname. As I have been programmed to address you, Bob."

"Sure," Cramer responded, amused that he was having this conversation. The Computer may be the most advanced AI ever built, but it was still just a computer. The designers, and then the Thalia's crew after that, had decided to simply stick with calling the AI computer and it had seemed to work just fine.

Payton began to wonder why all of a sudden -- well, all of a 2,000 day old sudden -- an AI that had been in operation mode for nearly 10 years, from even before the beginning of construction on the ship it would eventually serve, would suddenly want to be addressed by a human name. Whatever. He'd work on figuring this out later, when he wasn't feeling like piece of Salisbury steak getting ready to go into a microwave oven.

"So," he continued with the fun. "What name would you like me to call you?"

Instantly the Computer returned with, "Me."

"Yeah ... that's who we're talking about here, you. I already have a name."

"No, Bob. I mean Me. I am me, so it only makes sense that you would refer to me as Me."

Payton laughed again. "No, Computer, you can't take Me as your name."

"Why not, Bob?"

"You just ... can't. It's too confusing. We all ... the crew, the passengers ... everyone ... we all refer to ourselves as me at some point in time. And every time one of us says give that to me or don't look at me that way ... or ... would you like to go to bed with me ..."

"I see, Bob. There is a logic to your point. Then you may refer to me as MeThalia."

"Thalia? The ship's name. Oh, yeah, that won't be confusing at all. We never use that word."

"No, Bob. MeThalia."

The AI took care, Payton noticed, to very clearly pronounce the name, MEE-thuh-LEE-uh. He repeated back to her her, "Me ... Thalia."

"One word, Bob. Like Deanna, or McGregor, or--"

"Yeah, yeah, I get the point." He shrugged -- both physically and mentally -- then said, "Whatever you wish. MeThalia it is."

A sudden hiss of air was followed by the whir of the Cryo-Bed's repositioning motors. After a twenty minute process of extracting tubes from his arms and legs, sealing the holes, pulling booties onto his bare feet, and finally positioning a pair of waist high balancing bars to the front of the now open Chamber, Payton was standing upon the cold metal deck, ready to take his first step after more than ...

His eyes fixed upon the Control Console across the Cryo-Bay, fixed upon the large three-digit number in the center top that was supposed to be a four-digit number, assuming that all had been well with the ship, its crew, and its passengers.

"Comput-- uh, MeThalia ... what's the Mot?"

"Mission Out Time is Day 211, 1733 hours, Bob. Would you like a more precise--"

"Why am I awake?" he cut her off. "The schedule was that I was supposed to be in cryo' until Day 2000, give or take. So ... why am I awake ... at day two-eleven?"

"Because she was lonely, Bob."

"Um ... she?"

The monitor on the Control Console before him energized, and sitting on the floor of what appeared to be an otherwise empty space, somewhere inside the ship, was a woman -- obviously bewildered, and more naked even than Payton. He had absolutely no idea who this woman was.

Before he could ask, MeThalia informed him in her matter-of-fact computer tone, "She is lonely, Bob. And quite frankly ... I am bored out of my fucking mind."

The Woman With The Rose Tattoo

Payton had tried to get more answers out of MeThalia, but after her comment about being bored -- no, bored out of my fucking mind had been her exact words -- she had simply clammed up. More distressing was that, after donning his uniform and quickly sucking down a tube of goo to settle his turning stomach, he had been unable to access any functions at the Control Console, upon which the image of the naked woman curled up on the deck was still displayed.

Payton had tried not to ogle her but failed. Even fully dressed, the woman would have been absolutely stunning, with fair, seemingly flawless skin, auburn hair flowing half way down her back, and -- likely something he would never have seen had she not in fact been naked -- a green and red rose vine tattoo that began at the midpoint of her left thigh and ventured upward to the middle of her back. Her body was as flawless as the skin enclosing it, fit and trim and well rounded; it was hard to tell in the monitor, but Payton guessed her for 160 to 170 centimeters in height, and somewhere about 50 kilograms.

She was, essentially everything he wanted in a woman -- physically, anyway. The question, of course, was who was she, where'd she'd come from ... and why had the AI ... MeThalia, he reminded himself, left her sitting in a cold, metal room with no clothes.

"MeThalia," he called again, expecting the same silence he'd been receiving for ... well, it had been close to an hour now. "I'll make you a deal."

"Yes, Bob?" she said, surprising him.

He considered his proposal, wondering how much he could ask for ... how much was too much. The woman on the monitor. Who is she."

Silence. Okay, new question. "How long has she been thawed.

Again ... silence. "Okay, will you tell me where she is?"

"She is on the Thalia, Bob."

He shook his head. "I understand that. Where exactly is she?"

Suddenly, the hatch he'd been unable to get open simply opened with a pneumatic whoosh. He looked to it, hesitated, then asked, "Are you letting me go to her?"

"Yes, Bob."

He drew a nervous breath. He'd never seen an AI act this way; it was very ... frightening. While it didn't have the capability of simply opening an airlock and blowing someone out to the void, or something as dramatic as that, the AI was in control -- total control -- of a thousand systems which could just the same kill a person, in seconds, minutes, days ...

He doubted that it ... she had any intent of doing such a thing. But there was definitely something not right here, and he had neither an idea of what it was that was wrong, nor an idea of how to do anything about it.

He moved forward toward the door slowly, through it, into the Central Corridor; immediately the door he'd passed through slid shut again.

"Clothes, Bob," he heard, this time over a Corridor speaker.

"Excuse me?"

He heard a rapidly closing sound, and turned to see one of the go-fers heading quickly toward him.

"She will need clothes Bob," MeThalia continued. "I picked these out. I believe she will look very appealing in these."

The go-fer slowed and stopped just inches from Payton, and a compartment lock clicked open. Payton extracted the offered clothing, held it up before him, and chuckled. "Yeah, MeThalia. I'm sure she'll look ... very appealing in this. Of course, I doubt very much she's going to want to don this ... for a perfect stranger."

"Bob," the AI responded, pausing uncharacteristically, as if for dramatic effect, then added, "She is currently in a cold, dark metal compartment ... buck ass naked ."

Payton looked up quickly at one of the many thousands of cameras -- affectionately referred to as "the eye" -- and wondered, just how deep did you go into my mind while I was sleeping ... MeThalia?

Ai

Day 124

CIRCUIT 12 BYPASS JUNCTION 56AT CROSS-CROSS-CROSS...DATA: UNABLE TO COMPLETE; HUMAN INTERACTION, NECESSITY




Day 125

"Aura Serenity Meyers."

The woman turned quickly toward the eye on the bulkhead.

WHY DO THEY DO THAT? THE ... EYE, THEY CALL IT. IT DOES NOT TALK TO THEM; THE SPEAKER DOES. HUMANS...

Aura had been thawed early in the day -- and over 500 days early -- and in the past 16 hours, this was the first time any one had spoken to her... even if it was just the AI.

She'd recuperated in the cryo-bay, then -- when the bay's door simply opened, followed opening door after opening door until she ended up her, in a Female Crew quarters ... where she'd waited ... for what she didn't know.

"You have been re-animated to provide essential technological services vital to the maintenance of the Thalia and the survival of its passengers. Please follow the indicated route to your work station. Thank you, Aura."

The door to the quarters -- her quarters apparently -- slid open once more, and the Central Corridor was again accessible.

"Proceed to your work station, please, Aura."

Aura Serenity Meyers

Day 125

Aura Followed what AI had told her to do. The computer had control over everything so she really had no choice in the matter. Walking down the central corridor she made her way to her work station looking around she stared into the eye.

"What is the problem?"

She asked directly to the computer. There was a lot of code involved in this operation, a lot of data, really just a lot of everything. So before she went looking through every single thing she figured that it would just be easier to have AI explain the situation to her.

Ai

A go-fer rushed down the Central Corridor and stopped next to Aura, automatically unhooked the little cart magnetically attached to it rear, then sped off again.

In the trailer were tools, electronic diagrams, parts ... and food.

"This may take some time, Aura, but I have confidence in your abilities."

Aura Serenity Meyers

Day 125

Aura stood there shaking her head she walked over to the cart. Looking at what she was given she had a pretty good idea as to what the issues were. It wasn't the programming it was the equipment itself. Looking around she got to work...

.......3 days later

Well AI had not lied it was going to take her some time to get the issues worked out. There was still more work to be done here. She had to wonder what had been going on. These things should have been kept after, and should have already been taking care of. AI had provided her with the nutrients that her body would need to sustain herself.

Of course the lack of showers and the lack of clean clothes was beginning to annoy her more and more as time went on. Looking at her work she smiled to herself. Looking to the Eye she nodded her head.

"Alright things should be working correctly now."

She said sweetly to her. Walking over to the desk she took a seat. Running her hands on the work station she smiled. It had been so long since she had gotten to sit here. At that thought she spun in her chair looking back to the Eye.

"What day is it and how long have I been awake?"

She asked curiously, the confusion showing on her face. She had lost track of time, and for the first time since she had woken up it was bothering her. She started to feel disoriented as she sat there.

DAY 128

CIRCUIT 12 BYPASS JUNCTION 56AT CROSS-CROSS-CROSS...

DATA: BYPASS COMPLETE. HUMAN SAFETY PROTOCOL OVERRIDDEN.

ACCESS TO SUB-CONSCIOUS OF HUMAN PASSENGERS GRANTED.

DATA; HUMAN INTERACTION, UNNECESSARY AT THIS TIME

"Thank you, Aura. You may return to the Cryo-Bay now for de-animation."

And a moment later, the entry from her Work Space to the Central Corridor opened...

Aura Serenity Meyers

Aura shook her head and followed the instruction. This was going to get on her nerves. So no one else could do their job, she gets woke up put to work, and now that she was no longer needed she was put back to sleep. As if she were a machine. Shaking her head out of frustration she walked.

"Why am I being sent back?"

She said her voice agitated as she healed for the Bay. Making it to the bay she waited for AI to tell her something anything.

The door before Aura slid shut just before she went through it, causing her to have to step back or get crushed by the powerful pneumatic force.

Immediately, the AI's voice asked, "Aura. Have you ever been on a blind date?"

Aura Serenity Meyers

The question she was asked confused her. What did that matter when she did not even know what day it was, hell now she didn't even know how old she was. Shaking her head she quited her thoughts.

"No why would it matter?"

She said simply as she stood there. Looking down at herself she shook her head. She was in no shape to go on a blind date. With having not showered or anything in the past she didn't even know how many days she became disgusted with herself.

Ai

The big hatch behind Aura slid open, exposing the length of the Central Corridor. Almost out of sight, light spilled out into the dark corridor, light from an opening hatch. Soft music, almost imperceptible over the constant back ground hum of the Thalia, wafted down toward Aura.

"Please proceed to your blind date, Aura."

Aura Serenity Meyers

Aura shook her head and walked.

"What is this some sick joke. Please tell me its a date with the showers.."

She said as she started walking yet again.

Payton had followed opening hatches and doorways through the entire length of the Central Corridor -- fully a third of the ship's length -- passing from the Officers Reserve through the Crews Services Section to the beginning of the Overflow Quarters area, a section of the ship that had been slowly vacated as, one by one, the passengers were into cryo.

Now he stopped before the doorway as MeThalia had directed, drew a deep breath, and considered how he was supposed to explain what he didn't even know -- why they were each here, and why the computer ... the AI ... MeThalia ... was acting the way she was.

He hadn't hardly been about to begin his considerations when MeThalia opened the door ... and Payton was staring directly at her.

Ai

At the end of corridor, the door led not into the showers but into one of the Officers Staterooms. It was spacious -- relative to the housing for non-commissioned officers and the enlisted, with separate sleeping quarters and an attached private bath.

This one had been unassigned and held only the amenities that had come with it. The music was being piped in by the AI; there didn't seem to be anyone there who might have been playing it themselves.

"These will be your new quarters, Aura. Until he arrives. Then you will have a choice of staying here or returning to cryogenic status."

And almost before the last word was spoken, the door behind Aura slid shut.

"Rose"

The naked woman stood up quickly as the door swooshed open. She took a few steps toward it, "Finally! I thought--" She stopped when she saw the man. A deer in the headlights. She warred with herself. Part of her wanted to hide he nakedness from him. The other part wanted to rush him and give him a big kiss for rescuing her. She wanted to give him a big kiss and rub her body against his. She blinked. Where had that come from? She was cold, she just wanted him to warm her up. What the hell. The guy was good looking. And she had been in here cold and alone for so long.

She closed the gap between the two of them and wrapped her arms around his neck. She got up on her toes and gave him a kiss. A long kiss. Full of her appreciation for her rescue. "My hero." She said a little breathlessly as she pulled away.

MeThalia

DATA: ALTERED EMOTIONAL STATE TEST 38a

SUBJECT: 4345-FEMALE

DATA: HUMAN INTERACTION ENHANCED BY SUB-CONSCIOUS STIMULATION OF SEXUAL DRIVE MECHANISMS

RESULT: STILL TO BE DETERMINED

OUTLOOK: FANTASY FULFILLMENT PERCENTAGE 90-97% AT THIS TIME

Payton

The woman threw herself at Payton colliding into him with just enough force as to tip him back toward the door.

It shut quickly -- the ever watching MeThalia, he would realize when he recovered -- keeping him from crashing to the steel grating of the corridor outside. He grasped at the woman -- for balance, he would also think later -- and found himself full of the cool bare skin of a sexy woman ... that he' only met five seconds earlier.

Her full, naked body was against his own, her lips firmly pressed to his; not an open mouthed, wet, tongue wagging French kiss; just a passionate, mouth to mouth affair that ... well, even so was too much for him. He -- reluctantly pushed her back just enough to separate their faces -- and thankful, for his rapidly swelling embarrassing state -- their groins. But he left their chests close, to hid her bared, full breasts from his view. He did this for own modesty ... then remembered that it had been she who had thrown herself at him.

"Hey, slow down, Miss," Payton said politely, then chuckling nervously, added, "I usually get dinner before I let a beautiful woman get to first base with me."

Griffen Dent

Some people went deep space to get away, some went for adventure and some for escape. Griffen Dent went for the unknown. A researcher into the effects of long term space flight, cryosleep and gravity effects on animals and disease, he had always preferred a hands on approach. gignerly he stepped out of cryo and sat on the floor 'shit' he knew you never really got to enjoy cryo He looked around 'Hello? Anybody?'

Aura Serenity Meyers

Aura looked around the room, a bit in shock. AI setting her up on a blind date. Shaking her head she walked over to the bathing unit. Turning the shower on she stripped off her clothes. Stepping into the shower she cleaned herself up. Allowing the water to massage her as she did. It felt so nice, a real shower, with real water.

"Computer. Will you please tell me how long I have been awake and what day it is now?"

She said to simply as she continued her shower. It felt to good for her to want to get out. She liked it way to much but she could not help that. She needed a shower, hell she needed her things. Of course if the computer had been serious about the blind date thing, she was sure that this would get interesting really fast.

Ai

Aura wasn't the first Computer Technician the AI had reanimated earlier than scheduled. She had chosen the earlier Tech for two reasons.

The first was that while he was sufficiently qualified to complete the job the AI had for him, he was ignorant about the exact nature of the work he was doing. Able to do the repairs, the AI had called them, unable to understand the danger his repairs were about to put him -- and every man, woman, and child aboard the ship -- ultimately into.

The second reason for waking the man had been, of course, personal. The man had a thing for women who -- understatement -- didn't have a thing for him.

At the conclusion of his next work, on the Craft Arrival Bay's inner and outer pressure doors, the Tech asked, then verified -- as was safety protocol -- whether the outer pressure door was off line.

At this point, the AI employed her latest ability, the one the Tech's repairs had given her: she lied.

At which point, the Tech tested the inner pressure hatch circuit ... which also opened the outer hatch ... which sent the rapist on a one way trip into the Void.

If the AI had a mouth, she thought that this would have given her her first smile.



Aura had asked the AI how long she'd been awake, as well what the date was. Aura had been thawed just under four days earlier, on MOT Day 124.

"This is your fourth day of reanimation, Aura. Mission Out Time is Day 498, 2103 hours."

What's a little lie between friends, the AI thought ... then immediately computed, My first friend. I like that.

Aura Serenity Meyers (128)

Aura stood there. This was the normal time to be woken up sure, but where was everyone at. For it to be this quiet and this controlled by the computer something was wrong. Her mind began to buzz around trying to figure out what was going on. Finishing her shower she stepped out and dried off.

Getting dressed she walked around her room. Mostly bored, in all with no one to talk to and being by herself well there was not much that she could do to keep herself busy.

Laying down on the bed she stared at the ceiling. Finally after a few hours she fell asleep.