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part 2
". . .so when Poe's repetitive usage of a specific meter coincides with the
rhyme on several occasions, it is considered creative?" NukuNuku's brow furrowed
as she looked at the literature on the page. She didn't need to, though; she had
memorised it already.
"Yes, and skillful. If they can tell a story..."
"But it is not difficult to produce words that arrange that way." Kyu groaned.
This was the third time he came back to this point with a screeching halt. She
was improving on this point of creativity, watching various media and listening
to music trying to develope the taste for such things, but the depth of high
school comprehensive foreign literature proved to be her greatest hurdle yet.
"Maybe I should approach this differently..." He began to scratch his head,
thankful that he had gotten sleep the night before. He doubted he would have had
the stamina for this otherwise. He stretched his arms upward, sitting upright
slowly.
They had been sitting on the floor in front of the computer loft area of his
apartment, somewhat in front of the hallway. They'd have use the table, but
there was sensitive equipment on it at the time.
"I'm sorry, Papa-san...," she said weakly, her eyes shrinking in disappointment.
"What for?"
"That I'm so slow...," she mumbled.
"Slow!?" He stood up. "SLOW!?" His thin frame began to quake with anger.
NukuNuku shrank back from him, pulling her knees to her face. Kyu deflated
quickly, seeing his tone of voice had gotten out of hand. "Look at me," he said
more calmly. "You are a beginner, NukuNuku. Not slow. There is a difference." He
wrapped his arms around her and her knees.
NukuNuku was embarrassed. She was so slow she couldn't figure out simple
literature concepts and now she had made Papa-san angry. She felt miserable and
if she could have cried she would have. Everybody kept telling her that not
being exactly human yet wasn't worth worrying about. They were so wrong, so very
very wrong. Everything was so important to her being totally alive again. Every
new nerve net in her skin, like the first one in her lips, able to feel every
cool air pass over it; every sound she made, to be carefully tailored to come
back to human. Every idea, every concept, every sight, everything was so
precious to her.
Every experience...
"You are very very fast, NukuNuku. I should know, I designed your systems
myself." She sniffled, trying to feign crying effects. "Oh hush, girl. It's
just that your new to these ideas. Almost no one can take off with something new
without natural talent." She looked past her knees at Kyu's face, shrouded by
his oh-so- badly-needed-trimmed bangs, curios. No matter what, Papa-san would
always say things to NukuNuku, when she wanted to listen most. "Do you think I
was a great cyberneticist all of the time?"
She sniffled again as her posture began to straighten, her face asking the
question for her.
"No of course not, NukuNuku. I was never any kind of certified cyberneticist. I
was a, well... am a roboticist. And no, I wasn't good to start with." He
relinquished his embrace on her and stood up again, making his way to the
kitchen area. "I had to learn a lot, and I had to learn how everything I knew
was important." He reached into the fridge, pulling out a sake bottle. He
grunted as he noticed it was empty, but then noticed a fresh unopened one next
to it's place. "I also had to learn how to mix up what I learned. To get new
ideas, you know." (She must have bought this.) He pulled a can of sardines out
as well before shutting the door. "And that took time, NukuNuku. Lots of time,
and help..." He looked at the photo album in his computer loft breifly before
sitting down, "...from those around me. They taught me much."
"You've taught me much, Papa-san!"
He laughed softly as he took his seat. "And you've taught me so much. I had to
re-learn ho to do things for you."
"Re-learn?" she said genuinely intrigued with his dialogue.
"Yep. I had to think about one thing while thinking about another, and then I
had to remember why the two separate things related." He popped the cork with
the key from the sardine can rather skillfully. "I had some practise with
Ryunosuke, but..." he handed her the can. "You were entirely new. I was a
beginner..." She began to idly munch on the contents of the can. "...hmm...That
gives me an idea..."
"Hmm?" she sighed softly. Kyusaku continued his silence for a moment
"Okay. Try this. " He reseated himself near the study materials. "Poetry was
like... a program for people of the past."
"Program?" She blinked, her eyes wide.
"Yeah. To write something they had to use parameters and couldn't step out of
them." He began to point to 'The Bells,' by Poe, and it haiku counter-part by
Edogawan {ed note 1}. "Their language was one parameter."
"Uh-huh."
"Their topic was another. And whatever device they used was another. And the
more parameters they tried to use, the more difficult it became to get the other
parameters. Kind of like a puzzle, it gets more complex with more pieces."
"Why is it skillful?"
"Because for people it is hard to remember everything we remember. I know much
Japanese, but you know all Japanese. Down to every last Kanji. When writing
poetry, people usually studied their own languages for great lengths of time,
and in great depth before they tried to write."
"And they studied devices too?"
"That's right. And then they had to decide what to write about. Love, hate,
good, bad, right and wrong...," where upon he poured his alcohol into his small
bowl. "And then some wrote about time, and some about memories. Or progress, or
animals..." he cleared his throat.
"Tyger, Taiguru [ed note2], burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
And what shoulderm & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?"
NukuNuku sat there in rapt attention of Kyusaku. "Wow, that's pretty."
"That was just a piece of the whole poem. And that was another parameter. They
had to make money from publishing their works so other people had to like it in
most cases. Some older ones were purely religious to glorify the spirits of the
Earth."
"Another parameter?"
"Uh-huh. Then," he pointed at the book, "...they had to use all the parameters
at once. That might not be too hard for just a few parameters. Like a simple
rhyme. But once you get going, it gets harder for most people. Like Poe.
"lessee...He had rhyme, but he had four different types of rhyme, and three
different rhythms. He used rather obscure words for his language and they made
sense grammatically when strung together in this fashion."
"But, it's just a program with parameters, right?"
"Yep, but people couldn't think like a computer when they wrote these. They
thought with their hearts most of the time. When you learn to do that..."
"You mean I shouldn't run programs?"
Kyusaku shook his head. "No no, run programs, but like people you need to decide
when to think rationally, like a program, and when to think with your heart."
NukuNuku stared down at the textbook, letting his speech sink in. Kyusaku sat
back, enjoying a long drink from the bowl. His thoughts drifted briefly to the
meal he promised Ryunosuke earlier. Akiko had called ahead to let them know she
wouldn't make it until Sunday.
"Papa-san?"
At least she let us know ahead of time. "Yes?"
"Do I have -natural talent-?"
"Ahuhh," he exhaled. "Well, um..." He scratched the back of his head.
"Ahehheh... *AHEM*. well NukuNuku, its hard to say..."
"Hard to say?"
"Well, its difficult because almost everybody has different talents."
"Do I have one?"
"Of course you do. Everyone does. That's what natural means."
"What is it?"
"Well sometimes you just have to find it."
"How?"
"...ehhh," Kyu scratched his head some more. "Well, some people find it by
accident. Others have their friends help them."
"Will you help me find mine?" she said hopefully, eyes beaming.
"Sure, I can try..."
"Will Ryunnosuke help?"
"He might, if you ask...," he said his smile widening.
"Will Mama-san?"
His expression stalled slightly. "Well, she might, but she's very busy."
"And will Eimi-chan?"
Sweatdrop forms on Kyusaku's head.
=====
116110(Uh-oh. Great. No school records, no school.)
"Miss Yoshikawa, is something wrong?" Principal Ryutaro Yamadera was staring
down at Eimi's small frame.
(Think of something, you stupid machine!!) Eimi began to fiddle slightly, as
part of her undue stress subroutine telling her to do so.
246432
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248963
Threads spawned left and right in a desperate attempt to resolve the problem,
most of them meaningless and having nothing to do with the problem.
The principal sat back in his chair. "You don't have them with you...am I
correct?" He meshed his fingers and relaxed his shoulders.
29547 REPLY CORRECTLY
"Iie, Kouchou-sama," she said dejectedly, lowering her head.
"It's Yamadera, Miss Yoshikawa." He sat forward. "Well, no need to look
depressed. You have computer records of it somewhere, right?" Eimi looked up,
her program working furiously. "Does professor Natsume have them at home?"
18743 IDEA course for resolution of 29991:ENTER SCHOOL
EXTREME REACTION for 18743 recall sub routine
"YES!" she shouted, standing and striking a pose, startling the principal.
WARNING: interaction with DESIGNATE: Kouchou faultering
Remedy action for last action:
"Uh-heh, I mean, Hai, Yamadera-kouchou." she took her seat as her AI tried to
shame her for such impulsive actions.
"Is he home now?"
"How should I know?...uh I mean. He did not mention any plans, Sensei..." she
sighed deeply.
"Well, let's contact him, shall we?"
"Oh," she stood up suddenly again, her programming acting suspiciously quick.
"Sensei, maybe I should call him, he may be in an experiment."
He turned the phone on his desk to face her, offering it to her. "He mentioned
something about his other occupation before teaching at the last faculty
meeting. I had no idea he still pursued it."
"Well, you know," she smiled heartily as she reached for the offered phone. "Old
habits die hard!"
===
Ring[ed: or, beep, I can't remember]
"I'll get it, Papa-san!" She laughed lightly as she crawled to the phone.
Kyusaku lit up. [as in a cigarette]
"Hai? Moshi-moshi?"
18374Undesireable designate on phone line
DISPLEASURE
(oh great.) "NukuNuku- put Natsume on, quickly."
"Eimi-chan? Hi! How are you?"
"Would you put that blockhead on now, you dolt!"
"I thought you were registering to go to school today."
"I'm here right now, but I need to talk to Natsume!"
"Won't it be so much fun going to school together, Eimi-chan?"
A metallic and robotic growl resounded on the other end of NukuNuku's line.
"Perhaps..," she said in a dangerously happy tone. "...but we may never find out
if I don't get registered BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T PUT HIM ON THE DAMN PHONE!!!!"
NukuNuku held the phone away from her face, her scarlet hair blowing slightly at
the discharge from the receiver. She handed the unit to Kyusaku, and peculiar
expression on her face. "Its Eimi-chan, she says she needs to talk to you."
(Talk to me? What for?) He took a long drag before speaking. "Yup?"
Eimi's tone changed to urgent. "Quickly! Access Eimi's school records and have
them forwarded here!"
"You are Eimi aren't you?" he said slowly.
"Not me you idiot! The real girl! And make some more records to fill in her
death!"
"Why didn't you get them yourself?"
"You moron! I'm too stupid to think about that kind of planning!"
"You're talking pretty freely for someone who is asking for help."
"Are you going to do it or not?"
"Yes, I'm going to do it, only because I don't want to see you sent back to
Mishima." Eimi shuddered. "Not because of your sweetening tone." he said
sarcastically. "What happened to when we first met when you were hamming it up
to us?"
She chewed her lip. Her first 'self-made' directive was to acquire the NK-1124's
body for itself. It was something she didn't relish in remembering as there were
virtually no parameters set for how to do it, let alone question if it was
possible. It was an embarrasing directive to have thought of. "If you want to
act more like a person, be nicer, lower your voice. And I mean in decibels, not
in pitch." He sat down in front of his computer and began hacking quickly.
Fingers flying across the keyboard, he pulled up the records he was looking for.
The format was simple enough.
"Is this better, Kyusaku?"
"Much," he remarked. "...but try to avoid calling adult humans by their first
name." He began to fabricate a four-and-a-half year long record for Eimi's
death. And while he was at it, he altered some identification codes, and listed
her as an adopted child to the Natsume, with Kyu as primary guardian.
"Have you got it?" she said, trying to equate politeness with her vocabulary,
carefully choosing her words. It was hard and it made her think slower, but her
AI told her it would be most beneficial in the end.
"Almost. You're my adopted-child. You like the oboe. You study European
Languages, German is your favourite. You like volleyball. You aren't good in
Home Economics class."
Eimi was confused at the second person narrative coming at her. "Huh?" she said
stupidly.
"I'm filling in blanks. Act like what I just said; use these as parameters. And
I'll show you someone who will teach you the oboe."
"Are you stupid too? I barely have enough cultural database for Japanese let
alone another language!"
"Ah ah ah...nicer. Smile."
Eimi grit her teeth, causing a screeching noise which made Yamadera look up from
his appointment book. Eimi's AI suddenly dropped all subroutines and
reinitialised her other major routines she had called for herself. She
prioritised.
100042>1-Not be in Mishima. Mishima unacceptable.
2-Not in Mishima, then in school.
3-Not in school, then in Mishima.
4-Must get in school
5-Kyusaku Natsume places in school.
6-Not placed in school, return to 3
7-Kyusaku Natsume Says 'be nice.'
8-Not nice, then Kyusaku not place in school.
9-Not in school, return to 3
"Honto ni gomenasai, Natsume Sensei. I am not smart enough to know more than one
language," she said in an extremely small voice.
"Well then we'll have to look at upgrading you, won't we?"
664362Q(Upgrading?)
Kyusaku changed shoulders for the phone as NukuNuku listened intently to both
sides of the conversation with her hyberband. "Until then, this record will get
you by Ryutaro and his computer easily enough. Once you'rr done there, head home
quickly. And 'home' means here at my apartment." Kyusaku had learned that
sometimes the obvious to him, wasn't quite so obvious to others. NukuNuku had
taught him that.
Eimi made a mental tag.
8183 DESIGNATE: Home: place of residence. when referred to personal possession
is understood to be apt 168 Nerima Heights apartments.
RESIDUAL SUBROUTINE BEING IGNORED
ACKNOWLEDGE
Her AI bugged her briefly before she finally muttered, "Thank you, Natsume
Sensei."
"Ojisan will be fine.[ed note 3] And good luck, Eimi."
He deposited the cordless phone beside the computer, while simultaneously
punching the -send- button on the forged records. "Well, that was interesting."
"Will Eimi-chan make it?"
"Even she couldn't botch it up from here forward." (I hope.) "Besides, she still
hasn't broken the four prime directives of robotics so..."
"What is it?"
"Well, she's been running as an independent program for almost...actually...,"
he turned to face the monitor and began hacking towards Mishima. Actually, as
much as he was in their mainframe, he could swear some of the password and
encryption relays said 'hi' or let him by because they couldn't stop him. He
checked some of Yoshikawa's records and experiment logs. "Well I'll be damned,
he let the program run inside a dedicated computer for almost an entire year
before it went idle."
"That means she's been active longer than we thought. So what does that mean?"
"She has some potential. Maybe we can make something out of this... situation.
Maybe even learn something." Kyu took a short drag. (I wonder how he got the
program into the robot body after his death? That clever old...) A dry smile
crossed his face. He was probably going to get his answers soon.
====
Eimi exhaled her cooling system, having generated too much internal heat in the
phone conversation. She briefly wondered if that was why humans sighed. She sat
back in the chair heavily, almost forgetting to adjust her servo's to the
chair's maximum weight.
"Well?"
She looked up suddenly. "Aheh! Well, he said he'd find them for me and send them
in a moment!" She said as cheerily as she could have. It seemed to have the
effect.
"Very well...," he began to access his computer, at least, from where Eimi sat
it looked like it. A lot of her on-task load intensity had just been lightened
but she still felt a certain tension. It didn't take too long to find out why.
The one thing she did learn in Mishima was that Machines tended to be more
consistent than interacting with humans. Not having constant meant having
variables.
Eimi didn't like variables. In fact, she hated them. They were her number one
cause for neural net slippage, or headaches.
She waited impatiently for her variables to resolve themselves, as she had
learned was the best thing to do. Her AI kept telling her that she had nothing
to worry about for now.
She didn't believe it.
"While we wait for the information to come through, why don't I show you the
higher points of my school?"
(Your school?) she thought with a distaste she didn't understand. "Uh, Kouchou,
you really do not have to..."
He stood up. He was much taller than her optics had portrayed. "I know."
She was getting hazy again, as confusion sought for control of her on task
database- much like an invading virus. "I don't understand you," she said much
too loudly.
"Please, Miss Yoshikawa," he said, holding his hand up. "There are some
tutorings taking place on weekends. Now then, actually I would be delighted to
host someone Professor Natsume has hosted. I have already heard from his son at
the elementary school, and Atsuko's study habits are an example to be followed
in these lazy halls of children. If you are anything like his past two, then it
would benefit me greatly to have you receive the best impression of this
school."
Her AI told her to relax again, reclaiming her on task database from its
confusion. "Oh," she said softly.
"Perhaps even a study companion for the first few weeks would be nice, eh?"
"Arigatou gozaimasu...," she said as she too stood up. (Well, he wants another
puppet.) her broken AI told her. She didn't understand that remark totally, but
decided to think about it in a few hours. She followed the principal out into
the hallway. Maybe things would turn out alright after all. Her AI kept nagging
her with an impulse.
NEF-NET>103 I TOLD YOU SO.
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ed note 1--Contemporary poet and first real recognised mystery & detective story
writer of Japan during the early 20 century. Pen name of Edogawa Ranpo. Real
name Hirai Tarou
ed note 2--ta i gu ru. Japanese romanisation of the word Tiger.
Tiger-Tyger-Taiguru
ed note 3--NOT ojiisan, which is grandfather; ojisan can mean mister, or uncle
ed note 4--NEFT NET is the designation for Eimi's AI matrix which usually
doesn't spawn threads of its own, but tells others to spawn threads.
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