Dr. Bedelia Du Maurier (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entrancelogs2016-06-15 02:55 pm
participatory) wrote in entrancelogs2016-06-15 02:55 pm
The traumatized are unpredictable
Who: Dr. Bedelia du Maurier, open
Where: Bedelia's office: 8th Floor, Rm. 035
When: June 15th-June 30th
Rating: PG-13 for starters, will be adjusted accordingly
Summary: A catch-all log for every walk-in appointment Bedelia will take from now until the end of the month. (Office info for prospective patients.)
The Story:
Bedelia stands in the doorway of her office, newly created, furnished, and arranged. She swills a wine glass gently in her right hand. The sun is coming bright now through the tall window at the other end of the room. A window that, surely, shouldn't exist and isn't visible from the other side of the wall. It reminds her of her old office, nonetheless.
If someone had told her that one day, a truly extraordinary set of circumstances would lead her back to this line of work, she would not have believed them. It is hard to decide how one should feel, in a new place with a new life, going back to the same old way of things. She finds it isn't in her to feel sad, however. She has fought very hard to regain a sense of peace in any place she calls her own--especially her own office. She doesn't have it yet. Apprehension sits at the base of her skull, threatening to rattle her. She finishes her glass of wine, and forces it down.
Slowly, she makes her way to the chair which faces the doorway, and sits. She crosses one leg over the other, and brings a folder from the table in front of her to her lap. She waits.
[ooc: New patients PLEASE READ Bedelia's office info post here. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. I will match any style you like.]
Where: Bedelia's office: 8th Floor, Rm. 035
When: June 15th-June 30th
Rating: PG-13 for starters, will be adjusted accordingly
Summary: A catch-all log for every walk-in appointment Bedelia will take from now until the end of the month. (Office info for prospective patients.)
The Story:
Bedelia stands in the doorway of her office, newly created, furnished, and arranged. She swills a wine glass gently in her right hand. The sun is coming bright now through the tall window at the other end of the room. A window that, surely, shouldn't exist and isn't visible from the other side of the wall. It reminds her of her old office, nonetheless.
If someone had told her that one day, a truly extraordinary set of circumstances would lead her back to this line of work, she would not have believed them. It is hard to decide how one should feel, in a new place with a new life, going back to the same old way of things. She finds it isn't in her to feel sad, however. She has fought very hard to regain a sense of peace in any place she calls her own--especially her own office. She doesn't have it yet. Apprehension sits at the base of her skull, threatening to rattle her. She finishes her glass of wine, and forces it down.
Slowly, she makes her way to the chair which faces the doorway, and sits. She crosses one leg over the other, and brings a folder from the table in front of her to her lap. She waits.
[ooc: New patients PLEASE READ Bedelia's office info post here. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. I will match any style you like.]
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Explaining the close relationships of the operatives with their AIs is coming shortly, he knows. He's not really putting it off, it's more that he knows it's pretty unbelievable to someone who hasn't run across the type of AIs that the Project were making. York rubs his chin, scruffing his slight growth of beard, and sighs.
"Okay, I guess...I'll start at the beginning here."
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"I appreciate any context you can give. Please, go on."
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York sits up a little, gesturing an illustration with his hand. "So say this scientist decides he wants to copy an AI and make another one. Problem is you can't copy them. They're too sophisticated. But if he wanted to break it in pieces, he could do that. Just torture it and drive it crazy, like you would to a person. Difference is, you can actually collect the pieces and separate them. And say the scientist's whole program is to pair up AIs with military operatives to increase their efficiency and stuff in battle. Well, then you get what happened to me."
York rubs the back of his neck one more time. "Delta—he was my AI. He happened to break off with a lot of the logic from the AI, but he got other things too. Lots of anxiety, lots of...well, he dreaded everything. Thought something bad was coming around every corner. Oh, that's the other thing about these AIs—they were actually installed into our heads, through a port...so the connection is a lot closer than just having a friend or partner. You can actually think things at each other."
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"It must be very difficult to be separated from someone so close to you." Bedelia was correct in assuming that this was far out of her range. Science in her own world had not progressed nearly so far as to create anything so sophisticated, or morally ambigious, as York is describing. The basic idea is the same--losing people we trust and confide in is difficult, often jarring--but multiplied ten-fold by the nature of the relationship. She can imagine how easy it would be to come to depend on a connection so consistent and so effortlessly close.
She mirrors him, reaching up to touch the back of her own neck. "Is that where the port is, where he was installed?"
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"It appears as though you are looking at two divergent scenarios. One in which Delta was taken from you, and it may be possible to find him while you are here, and one in which he is truly lost. Each scenario comes with it's own set of next steps."
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