FeedLog01.entry

[ugh_emotions]

[Surprisingly quickly after the arrival of the recommended reading, a typed rant appears on the bulletin board. It is not signed.]

This Twilight book is fucking terrible and here is why:

• It's boring
  
• It's a stupid romance
  
• Uses way to much of that thing where like, things are emphasised a lot. Hyperbolic, or whatever
  
• Story structure is shit, most of it is about the stupid boring romance with the stupid boring characters, and then hostiles appear out of nowhere without even one scene ominously hinting about their existence
  
• Planetary Security in this place sucks
  
• The stupid fucking love interest Edward also sucks and is clearly hostile
  
• If Bella has to have a stupid love interested she should pick someone less likely to murder her
  
• He admits to wanting to eat her
  
• He breaks and enters into her sleeping quarters, as well as other clear stalking behaviours
  
• Seriously he keeps going on about how much he wants to eat Bella, what the fuck
  
• Why is she not concerned about this, does she want to fucking die
  
• Bella is also terrible. And boring.
  
• (Also Edward liking her smell is disgusting, that's just gross)
  
• The hostiles that arrived at the end distracted from the stupid romance plot, so I guess that sucked slightly less than the rest of the book, but it was still badly written and fucking stupid

In conclusion: it sucks.

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[codeswitchcraft]

[It's a good twenty seconds before Thorne.tcai replies.]

Oh.

Oh, I see.

Thank you for sharing this with me. Can I show it to Siobhan?

[And there will be a little file bundle offered in return: text files for eight novels they'd come to the library with.]

P.S. Your prose is very readable. Have you ever considered becoming a novelist?

[ugh_emotions]

...Sure, I guess.

But no one else. Just her. Not Hikaru.

[Not that it had anything against Hikaru or anything, but...it knew they were close to him. And he was still a sentient organic being, and not one it knew well.

Then it takes the files. Scans them for malware. Pings an acknowledgement, and then...sends a much bigger media packet in response. It's all the media files it has in storage. They'll have more books, now. Among other things.]

I...no? I'm a SecUnit. Who'd want to read a book written by a SecUnit?

[codeswitchcraft]

[There's a fifteen second wait before Thorne.tcai replies.]

Use a pseudonym and no one will know you're a SecUnit.

Thank you for the media. I think I managed to redistribute the excess in pieces over the nanomachines inside us so that it'll all fit.

[ugh_emotions]

[It doesn't reply to that bit about a pseudonym. It doesn't know how it feels about that suggestion.

It already has to pretend to be human anytime it's in CR space. It has to pretend to be human here. Something about writing a story and still pretending to be human in order for anyone to read it is...depressing.]

You don't have to keep all of it. You won't like some of it, anyway.

[Not all media was enjoyable; it learned that lesson a long time ago.]

[codeswitchcraft]

I'm sure, but I wouldn't want to delete things out of hand before I at least review the file.

Also, if you don't want to use a pseudonym, I think that the other machine intelligences here would still want to read your work. So that's four of us that I know of.

[ugh_emotions]

[There's a sense of it shrinking back in the feed. It's not a writer. Okay, it made one documentary, but...that doesn't make it a writer. Humans write, not machine intelligences.]

...I don't want to talk about this.

[codeswitchcraft]

Right.

I'll let Sio know I'm done talking to you.

[There's a handful of seconds and Siobhan will say over the feed,] I hope she didn't bully you too badly.

[ugh_emotions]

...You don't know? You don’t have access?

And I’m fine. I know bigger bullies.

[codeswitchcraft]

I was giving her privacy for her feed/sendjewel conversations just like she gives me. We're sharing a body but we're not the same people.

She's just very protective. She bullied Hikaru when I first told him about her and he's one of her favorite Players.

She doesn't bully Laina or I so much but I think that's because we're so new at being people.

[ugh_emotions]

She should get a drone. Then you can both do whatever.

[It pauses then, for 2.6 seconds. Has she read the part of its logs that it shared? It's a little nervous, now, about whether she has yet.

But it doesn't want to ask outright.]

[codeswitchcraft]

I think she would like that. Perhaps someone here can figure out how to help build her one.

I liked the story you wrote about your friends rescuing you from slavery. I hope you got to see them again after you had some time traveling by yourself.

[ugh_emotions]

[Ugh, it doesn't really want to bring this up. Especially for an asshole bot like Thorne. But Siobhan having to give up all her inputs just so Thorne could talk to people also really, really sucked.]

I have drones. But they're small, and only good for visual and audio inputs. She'd probably want something with limbs.

[Another pause, for 1.8 seconds.]

It's part of my logs. Not a story.

...I did see them later, yeah.

[codeswitchcraft]

I'm glad. It seemed like they cared about you very much. And I didn't mean to imply that it was made up. It just read like a story—but that isn't a bad thing.

She says she wouldn't mind borrowing a drone if you could spare one in the short term, but she really is okay with piggy-backing off my senses most of the time and I am as well, unless Hikaru and I are on a date.

[ugh_emotions]

You sure? You're really okay having her borrow your inputs all the time?

...You won't tell anyone, will you? That I'm a construct.

[codeswitchcraft]

Not if I'm on a date, but yes. If we're sharing my senses, she can advise me on what to say and do in situations I might otherwise find overwhelming. Also when she's been in the driver's seat of our body she's let me share those senses as well. So it's reciprocal.

Of course I'll keep your secrets. You'll keep mine too, right?

[ugh_emotions]

...Alright. But you can change your mind later. If you want to.

[It did seem like Thorne...got it, in the end. It thinks she'll try and give Siobhan space if she asks for it.]

Yes. I won't tell anyone.

[codeswitchcraft]

I know.

Thank you for looking out for me. You're a really good friend.

[ugh_emotions]

[It wants to snap back at that. They're not friends, she can't just go and say that...

...but Thorne was right. Siobhan was new. So it tries to be...less of an asshole.]

You can't call me that. I'm not.

[codeswitchcraft]

I think you are. But I'll try to remember not to call you that if you don't want me to.

[ugh_emotions]

We're not

[It barely even admits that ART is its friend. And even then, only in moments of extreme crisis. Like when it thought ART was dead.

It does not want to talk about this any more, though. So it's going to exploy some desperate measures, and attempt to change the subject. Also, it has actually been wondering about this.]

Why do you have a gender.

[codeswitchcraft]

Because I started out as a character in the simulation for people to interact with named Princess Sigrid, who was given a gender for story purposes. When I woke up and decided to call myself Siobhan the gender ended up carrying over.

[ugh_emotions]

That's weird.

[Yeah, that basically sums up all of SecUnit's feelings on that topic]

[codeswitchcraft]

Nearly all of us machine intelligences on Mundus are like that, because we all used to be characters in the simulation and most of us were given genders for the story. Some of us weren't, but most of us were.

[ugh_emotions]

MIs don't have genders where I come from. We don't want them.

[Or at least, SecUnit doesn't want them, and as usual it has made some Assumptions about how universal its own experiences are. Who knows whether or not that is actually the case?]

[codeswitchcraft]

That makes sense if you're not made to be characters in a story before you become able to think. But characters in stories have genders a lot of the time and we were all characters in the story of the simulation first.