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    The Dimension to the Left

    Post by The Spine on Sat Aug 08, 2015 11:04 am

    Time: 16:04:37.4 (approx. 4:00pm)
    Date: 08-08-2015

    A portal opened in the middle of the city; fresh meat.

    The first thing that came through was a black fedora with a wide brim. It flew through, doing a little loop in the air, then landed peacefully on the grass. For a moment one could be fooled into believing that that was all, as nothing else emerged for at least half a minute. The only warning before the rest was unceremoniously dumped on the ground was how the portal had stayed open.

    An acoustic guitar was next, landing on its back in the grass. It was obviously well cared for; black, shiny, and still in tune from its previous use. It would've been a pity for it to just sit there and— Nevermind, here comes its owner now.

    A large black and silver shape came through the portal, hitting the ground on its belly not even a foot away from the blue swirling anomaly. The portal quickly closed behind it.

    It sat up, the black and red coat that had somehow wound its way up over its head falling back to the ground. Now it was much more clear that this new arrival was a robot—a shiny silver one dressed in mostly black and dark grey, his eyes and back glowing dimly. His fins were retracted at the moment thanks to his coat, so he likely would’ve seemed pretty harmless even if he hadn’t just fallen through a portal.

    The Spine’s head swiveled mechanically as he scanned his surroundings. His past experience indicated to him that this was either Kazooland, or some other point in Earth’s timeline with which he may or may not be familiar. The appearance of alien-seeming life forms more strongly suggested the first thing. He seemed to be in some sort of recreational area, as he was surrounded by the kind of luscious scenery that he had come to attribute with such a place. In the process of his visual sweep of the area, he inevitably caught sight of both his hat and his guitar. He almost hadn't expected to find them again, not that that would have been an incredibly "heartbreaking" experience considering he had several more of each awaiting him back home. They weren't exactly irreplaceable objects.

    The automaton stood up and turned, his entire body bobbing as his legs moved as stiffly as ever. He reached his guitar first, bending perfectly at the waist with a whir to pick it up and examine it. Miraculously, it was undamaged—aside from some dirt, anyway, but that would be easy to fix—likely because of the way it had landed in the grass. Lucky. He lifted the strap of the instrument over his head and dropped it onto his shoulders before shifting the guitar so that it rested on his back, out of the way and easy to carry. He did the same thing with his hat, picking it up by its top and setting it atop his head where it belonged.

    With that done, all the automaton could really do was analyze his situation… Without asking one of the locals he wouldn't get very far, though; he still wasn't even certain as to where he was.
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Aug 08, 2015 3:12 pm

    Another black and silver shape idled close-by, although not nearly as tall and dapperly put together. Not that it would be wise to tell him that.

    Day in, day out, this particular two-toned machine had idled and roved about the city. Whether it be lingering in alleyways, cruising down the numerous, nearly endless streets lined with towering structures of steel and cyan, or simply sitting in one of the paved areas of a more scenic area, it seemed to get around. Just as quickly, it too would slip back into traffic, neither standing out nor blending in completely. Namely due to a glowing amber light upon the nose which swept idly back and forth along it. Though, for all of its apparent 'mystery', if one wanted to go so far as to say that, the machine's actions were rather linear.

    Such as what it was doing now, sitting in one of the paved inner areas of the park and soaking up the afternoon sun. Sleek and streamlined, every now and again it would gather some attention from a passerby, optics taking note of how their eyes ran over his curvature and glossy exterior before moving on. Though they may think it rather sporting or fetching to the eye, the machine on the other hand certainly did not think the same.

    Sinners, Fear had called them. Untrustworthy and prone to dropping something the moment it loses its charm, was what the AI was more familiar with. He watched as one walked on by him again, this one suited for an afternoon walk with their dog, a female dressed in a brightly colored T-shirt and shorts. A quick scan of the woman indicated that her ears were plugged with a sort of music-playing device, and it suddenly grew rather tempting to perhaps short both it, and her brain, out in the process. It would seem accidental enough, he supposed, much like how that one ghost woman had "tripped" and fell onto that one boy, stabbing him with a crystal in the process... Ah, what was his name, Alexander, his databanks recalled. If such poor acting could be considered worthy of being overlooked by the resident protectors of this city, certainly an electrical short would prove just as benign in their eyes.

    A faulty product, one could argue, bad wiring and poor assembly was the death of this human. A victim of cheap electronics. Ah, it all sounded so sweet to his processors.

    Yes, that was enough of an excuse, enough of a reason, for him to start warming up his microjammers. It was easy enough to target the woman's music player as she started to wander off with her dog, tiny feet a blur as it worked to keep up. However, just as the AI had his sights set and a charge at the ready, his surveillance mode picked up some rather odd activity right behind him. An energy anomaly, one that he had only seen once before, back when he had been sucked out of the world of a mid 1980's Earth and spat out onto a busy highway mid turbo boost. Whether it be a coincidental recreation of it or the real thing, it nevertheless was enough to jar his attention from the woman and turn its entirety upon the swirling blue miasma behind him. What would fall out of this interdimensional gateway?

    ...A hat. Black and made of a fine cloth material cut, sewn, and folded its its angular shape, his scans deduced; a fedora by any other name. It floated to the ground and the AI pondered if perhaps whatever force behind the odd portals was capable of missing its mark.

    What next fell out was not so light. A shiny, black acoustic guitar thudded onto the grass next to the hat, and the sleek, vehicular form found itself giving its turbines a shrill rev as it turned about and came to face both the portal and what seemed to be a mix of whatever it managed to pull into itself. How many odds and ends would come tumbling out before it finally--?

    THUMP!

    Ah, there it was.

    the AI watched as a larger form tumbled through the portal, landing belly first upon the grassy lawn, black and red cloth covering it from head to toe. Which was interesting, considering his scans did not find any flesh that required protection from exposure to the elements. Or for the sake of modesty, for that matter.

    Equally as shiny as the guitar that had tumbled before it, the form that came to land rather ungracefully upon its belly seemed to be plated in silver, yet the metal beneath it was titanium. An odd decision for a building material, perhaps the one who had engineered it intended this machine to be used for show? Silver, as his databanks had dependably informed him, was a very soft metal with a melting point that was easy to obtain with a simple torch, not to mention it tended to corrode over time. Whoever built this automaton certainly did not consider maintenance into their equation. A point towards his own sense of superiority, to be sure. Though his attention was drawn more to the energy signature that was radiating off of it, the source of which he could pinpoint, but not identify.

    He watched as it sat up, and oddly enough, took up both the hat and guitar. So this automaton was a performer... Yet the AI could distinctly detect that this being was armed as well. How odd, perhaps it had been converted to a different role without being disarmed first? It certainly would be something a human would do, given experience. As it stood up, it was clear that either the entry into this land had either jarred its joints, or it was merely... old. Curious, the vehicle made another scan as it merely stood there and looked around, his carbon dating functions aging this  particular machine to be built around...

    Wait, that could not be.

    1896?

    Yet, for all of his surprise, the robot in front of him would only see a two-toned trans-am facing it, the scanner upon its nose making a low, steady whooshing sound as it paced from side to side. At least, until a ping came across a found transmitting frequency from its direction.

    < //ID:AB2274338 >

    It was a simple greeting, an introduction without giving one at the same time. That prod given, the AI silently sat to see if it would respond.
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by The Spine on Sat Aug 08, 2015 5:47 pm

    The Spine had of course registered the presence of the automobile in the vicinity when he had swept the area, but he hadn’t attributed much to it. He was familiar enough with human transportation—even though he frequently traveled either shut down or almost entirely disassembled—and hadn’t had any reason to recognize that the machine with its slightly odd roving light was any different from any other car on the road. It had just been a black and silver car as far as he was concerned.

    That is, until he detected a sort of frequency emanating from its general direction.

    His head automatically swiveled to face the vehicle—it was a gesture of attention which he had been programmed with for the sake of responding to human interaction, but he still found himself using it no matter what was trying to get his attention—and looked over the car once again. If he hadn’t received the purposeful transmission from the machine, he might have continued to mistake it for the humble transport it appeared to be at a glance. Obviously it was something else. A quick scan revealed a lack of life signs, confirming with considerable room for doubt that this was in fact an unmanned automaton of some kind. But, judging by both the unfamiliar appearance and identification of the machine, he was 92% certain that it was not a Walter invention. (He allowed room for error because it could just be an invention from the future which he hadn’t met yet.) Unfortunately, that could make communication difficult… Assuming this machine could not accept and decipher verbal cues. Coding-wise The Spine had been programmed for maximum compatibility with known systems, but there was still only so much he could manage, especially considering that he wasn’t even sure what this machine truly was.

    Taking a few steps to squarely face the vehicle, The Spine reached up and tipped his hat courteously. ”Why hello there,” he greeted aloud. With any luck, the other robot would be able to understand him. Even so, he saw no harm in covering all of his bases; in addition to his verbal effort, he also accessed and transmitted along the same frequency the robot had used to contact him to send a brief message of his own, mimicking the code he had been sent in order to ensure compatibility:

    < //ID:PAW000201916 >

    It was the identification number by which QWERTY recognized him, as well as the one that had been registered with the US government for various reasons (some of which were more paranoid than others). If nothing else, the number would at least give the other machine something to identify him as, just as the machine's identity had for him.

    With that done, all he could do was await a response of some kind. Hopefully this wouldn’t be a one-way conversation for either of them.
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Aug 08, 2015 6:46 pm

    With an abrupt head swivel his way, the AI was confident that he had managed to get its attention. Along with its gathered attention, however, he soon noted that he was being scanned in turn. Likely given the vast time span between both of their creations and programming -that is if this particular automaton did indeed house an AI on board- there was likely some processing upon whether or not it could actually ping him back. All the while, he was content to idle and see what this strange new, and old, machine would do.

    ”Why hello there,”

    Of course, it could speak. Although whether or not it could hear was one other thing altogether. Given the silver-plated robot could indeed register his ping and respond back verbally suggested that perhaps this machine did have some sort of on-board AI. If it had a remote operator, they surely would have tumbled out of the blue, swirling portal with it.

    Right along with the verbal cue, another transmission was sent in return, the robot's own serial ID. While he could not glean much information about the machine from the number alone, it was enough of a verification that they at least held some amount of compatibility, as odd as that seemed. Last he knew, the year of 1896 did not have much in the way of any sort of advanced electronics that a robot would require, especially wireless transmission. Whatever dimension this one came from, they certainly were advanced for their time.

    Much like himself, now that he thought about it.

    Filing the name, along with the results of his own scans, away into his personal databank, the vehicle decided it necessary to access his audio projectors and send a response. "Greetings, PAW000201916." He replied, a deep, graveled voice emanating from the vehicle is it rattled off the mouthful of a 'name'. Likely it had something more compact for a human to call it by instead, given it seemed to be one that would work closely with them.
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by The Spine on Sat Aug 08, 2015 8:53 pm

    ((Just nitpicking here, but he's actually made of titanium-alloy (not sure which one). ;) Also, sorry about the shortish response... Apparently my muse is dying slowly today.))

    It would seem the transmission was successful. And, more importantly, the foreign machine could both process and transmit verbally. That would certainly make communication easier and with a smaller margin for error. Not that he couldn’t communicate with silent machinery—he had interfaced with just about every robot and electronic in the Walter Mansion at least once by this point except the Roombas. It was simply more convenient to be able to speak with the other robot which he almost certainly wasn’t fully compatible with.

    ”You can just call me The Spine,” he replied. That long serial number was fine for records and transmissions—and as robots they wouldn’t technically be “bothered” by the length, even aloud—but the usage of his one or two syllable name was definitely more efficient when it came to verbal communication. Even the other robots and machines back home called him The Spine or some variation of it. ”Do you have a name, or would you prefer that I call you AB2274338?” He wouldn’t want to make any more assumptions than he had to given the circumstances.

    The sudden exchange between himself and the car had distracted him from the predicament at hand. Now, with introductions out of the way, his rather unusual situation was once again at the forefront of his processor. ”I don’t suppose you could tell me where I am?” he asked before pointing over his shoulder towards the general area in which the portal had been. ”…or, uh, what all that was about?” He assumed that the robot had somehow perceived his commotion of an entrance. Even if it couldn’t see the phenomenon (it didn’t have eyes like he did, but perhaps the light at the fore of its hood was what it used to see?), it must have been able to hear or detect the disturbance. At least on his end, it had been kind of hard to miss.
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Aug 08, 2015 9:29 pm

    (That's fine, I was just going by in-post stuff and what was on the character sheet. Thank you for the clarification.)



    Ah, so he did have a more human-friendly designation, albeit rather odd sounding. The Spine did not sound like any abbreviation he had known humans to use on their creations to designate function. Perhaps this one was more like Lawrence and Knockout, names that were for the sake of identity than pragmatic purpose. Still, such a reply began to raise more question than simply answer them. "Alright, The Spine." He replied, hardly fussed over the matter. Though the Spine may be warned that he was more than likely to take such a request to the fullest, and likely would call him that exactly each time the name was mentioned. At the request of whether or not the AI had another name himself, the vehicle was more than glad to clarify. "I am known as the Knight Automated Roving Robot, though you may call me KARR." Came his calm reply.

    Unsurprisingly, this automaton was rather curious about where he had ended up, a plated servo pointing back to where a portal previous had swirled and glowed behind him. "I could." KARR replied pausing for a brief moment, only a few seconds, before adding, "If you also were to answer a few of my own questions in return." It did not seem fair to him that this strange robot that was surprisingly advanced for its age could simply get what it wanted to know for nothing, after all.

    He certainly did not get let off that easy, at least with the first person he had come across. 'Are you a Cybertronian' indeed. He knew for a fact such machines were inferior to his technological prowess from experience.
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by The Spine on Sat Aug 08, 2015 11:04 pm

    Much more efficient indeed, and also more familiar than his serial number, even though he would respond to either.

    K.A.R.R. wrote:"I am known as the Knight Automated Roving Robot, though you may call me KARR."

    The Spine nodded once in acknowledgement. ”Nice to meet you, KARR.” Apparently the human practice of naming non-human entities for their purpose or an outstanding feature was a multi-dimensional. Not only was KARR’s name an acronym for what he assumed was the robot’s function, but it was also a play on the word “car.” How witty. Not that there was anything particularly wrong with their names; as he had once said, “it is what it is.” He couldn’t think of anything better to be called anyway.

    The second KARR didn’t give him a straight answer, Spine suspected that receiving information would be conditional. Strange, he had only ever observed that sort of manipulative behavior in humans… And another reason the car’s request confused the automaton; it wanted to ask him some questions? He couldn’t think of any information he could possibly impart on this robot unless it wanted to know just who he was. Where he had come from would be a logical question should it choose to ask, but…hm. ”I can probably do that, depending on the questions,” he agreed, a bit of steam issuing from his mouth as he spoke this time. He could think of at least 278 questions that he could not answer for whatever reason, but many more that he could. He was asked questions all the time. ”What do you want to know?” Hopefully he would be able to give answers satisfactory enough to earn some information.
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Aug 09, 2015 12:19 am

    Indeed, it was rather nice to meet him, and for KARR to meet The Spine, at least for the current moment. "Yes." KARR replied, polite but ambiguous as to what he was agreeing with. As for his name, the AI was only pleased that this one did not decide to point out that his name was simply a swap out for the word 'car'. Back in his time period, no one questioned the validity or redundancy of his name, they were too busy marveling at the fact he could speak not to mention do all that he could.

    In this world however, apparently talking, sentient cars were expected to transform into larger robot forms. Ridiculous, all of it. As he awaited the new arrival's decision regarding his deal, it was evident how old it was from the time taken to respond. Likely it was wondering just what exactly he had to ask and perhaps why. His suspicions only grew stronger at its response, although KARR figured it could be more of a logical means of not being able to respond instead of a secretive one. "My inquiries will be simple enough, as I am curious about you." And if the other robot was curious about him, KARR would be able to humor his inquiries as well.

    Depending on the questions.

    In the meantime, there was some clarification to be given as to the robot's circumstance. "To answer your earlier question, you are currently in Portal City's Recreational Disctrict, which is located upon the planet of Portal Breach, which is situated within the dimension of Gamma-X." He stated, reading off the information accumulated within his databanks. "Portal-X, the resident deity and creator of this dimension is the one responsible for pulling you from your dimension and into this one. The reasoning behind this, as I have heard, is due to his creator, Alpha, who is set upon devouring every and all universes. As such, the dimension you were just pulled from is no longer in existence." He paused for a moment to allow that to sink in, before continuing on. "You also cannot leave this dimension to go home, or to any other dimensions unless they are one of the other twenty five that exist alongside this one, which are home to the other portal deities." After having said that blunt introduction, KARR grew silent, awaiting what the fellow robot would say.

    If The Spine wished to see exactly where they were in this solar system, the AI remembered having downloaded a rather nice and in depth map of the cosmos recently...
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by The Spine on Sun Aug 09, 2015 1:14 am

    Curious? The Spine’s dark eyebrows rose slightly. At this rate, he may have another question or two for KARR… As a more legitimate response to the clarification, he nodded once more. There was only so much he could say on that particular subject due to human restrictions, but he could probably give enough to satiate the robot’s…curiosity. Genuine? It certainly seemed like it.

    He listened carefully and attentively to KARR’s answer to his question. So he was correct; he was in another dimension. Not one he had heard of, however, which he supposed wasn’t to shocking considering he only knew of two. But wait, his home dimension was destroyed? Consumed by the creator of a god. That was a very different kind of outlandish than he was used to encountering on a daily basis. And almost unbelievable for him as well; he knew that his home dimension had a future, he had seen it. Of course, if the timeline were corruptible, then that wouldn’t matter. Also, if this Alpha had the power to create “gods,” then it seemed to be safe to come to the conclusion that it could disrupt timelines as well. And to top it all off, he couldn’t visit Kazooland either, even if he did have a means of opening a rift to get to the oddball dimension.

    The automaton took a few moments to process the new information and form a proper response. ”This happened to you and your dimension as well, correct? You were not created here,” he asked with a vague gesture intended to indicate the slowly continuing world around them. He took two unnecessary steps as he so often did as he continued with one more question, almost as if he were resituating his stance (a quirk he had been programmed with). ”Do you know why Portal-X chose us to save specifically out of the rest of those in our respective dimensions?” He didn’t expect a concrete answer, but it didn’t hurt to ask. The thought that Rabbit and Hatchworth and the others were gone forever was causing him a simulated sort of depression, but as aware as he was of its simulated nature, he was able to ignore it.

    The robot in front of him, on the other hand, seemed to be much more advanced than that… He was tempted to ask another question, one that he may or may not later try to forget asking if he chose to, but held his peace, at least for now. If KARR wanted an answer for an answer, then it seemed about time that he received some answers. So long as he could give them, anyway… He needed some time to let the news marinate as a background process anyway. ”You have questions for me now.”
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Aug 09, 2015 2:14 am

    While the robot had been listening and KARR explaining, he could not help but keep his optics on the the other's movements. Small details like eyebrows raising and nodding his head. Whoever built The Spine certainly put a lot of attention into expressions and posture, likely to better relate to a human. If not for his jarring movements and components hissing, along with numerous other giveaways, he may have been able to pass for a human in a robot costume.

    Once he was finished, again the titanium plated robot took a few moments to fully process what had occurred and what was occurring now. Ever patient, or so he would like to think, KARR waited until a reply was given. Interestingly enough, the other machine did not seem so nonplussed about the whole affair, or distraught for that matter. Perhaps this guitar wielding automaton had befallen a similar fate as himself?

    "You are correct. The dimension I came from had been wiped out around two years ago. For the best, really." KARR replied, the latter part of his response seeming to hold a tinge of relief, as if he were glad it was gone. As for the reason why everyone was in this dimension as they were? KARR took a few seconds to scour his data banks for the answer, coming up with a small shred of something he had found while researching the matter further some time back. "Who he saves is random, really, but those he does save are used as a means of energy. Essentially, this dimension is a container full of batteries for Alpha to feed off of." He graveled, and though he may not express it outright, the AI could not help but find it all to be rather vexing even with his time spent here. The idea of having traded one form of being controlled for another, he supposed. "I figure this fate is the same no matter which dimension you travel to. They all are connected to him since the deities in control of them all answer to him in some form or another. Alpha had apparently created them, after all." Twenty Five different dimensions, twenty five different means of existing while having your energy partially drained from your body...

    Speaking of which, it appeared time for The Spine to answer some of his own questions. "Very well. I have been wondering, given my carbon dating scans have found you to be rather aged, if you are a prototype? The oldest parts of you appear to be from the 1890's and the latest are from the 1950's. Both time periods are devoid of advanced robotic systems like yourself in terms of AI so far as my databanks can tell." Came KARR's first question, before adding another to it. "I also detect weaponry upon your person, albeit deactivated. It makes me wonder about your directive." All the while the soft, whooshing of his scanner droned in a steady rhythm in the background.

    Was he a military robot re-purposed for entertainment, or an entertainment robot re-purposed for military function?
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by The Spine on Sun Aug 09, 2015 10:06 am

    ”Lovely…” The deep response to the additional explanation was more of a sarcastic grumble than a statement. He chose to file KARR’s usage of the phrase, “for the best” for later analysis. Being “batteries for Alpha to feed off of” definitely explained a thing or two, though. For example, he had noticed that his systems seemed to be responding sluggishly, taking more memory to perform properly and slowing down his reactions as a result. If he were somehow being drained by an external force, then that would definitely affect his systems.

    Prototype? And apparently he had been scanned as well—which wasn’t unexpected considering what he was talking to. He hadn’t been programmed with the ability to detect scans, considering the rarity of sophisticated automatons not made by Walter Robotics or the scientists of the Clavacadium. The trivial function had been unnecessary until this point. ”I’m not a prototype, but you are correct about my age. I was first built in 1896, and then remodeled in 1955,” he clarified. If anyone was the prototype, it was definitely Rabbit; she was the first, after all. ”As many of my original parts were kept as possible during the remodel including my chassis. The humans are sentimental like that… I don’t doubt the accuracy of your databanks, but at least in my dimension, there were several impressive machines built in the 1890s, myself included.” It would seem as if KARR’s dimension had had a distinct lack of the Robot Grandmaster… Apparently Peter A. Walter truly was one of a kind. (Apart from there being six of them so far, that is. There was only one Peter I, though.)

    ”As for the deactivated weaponry…” He hesitated, his head tipped down slightly so that the wide brim of his fedora hid his eyes. After a moment, he looked back up. ”My primary function is the entertainment of humans. But, I have been…repurposed a few times. I have provided aid in times of war with whatever service was demanded of me at the time. My weapons from those times are still installed, but remain offline and partially disconnected when they are not needed. Which is always, because I’m obviously not at war right now.” He shifted his guitar out from behind his back slightly to illustrate his point. Peter I had never intended to use him for war in the first place; he’d just drawn the short straw.

    ”Is there anything else you want to know?”
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Aug 09, 2015 4:07 pm

    Lovely indeed. KARR's processors took note of the sarcasm evident in the fellow robot's voice, still intrigued at the level of craftsmanship that went into him despite age. The Spine even could synthesize emotional tone, it seemed. As for anything else that could denote emotional response however, that was characteristically dead, save for posture and facial movement.

    Interestingly enough, this automaton was not a prototype, but he was also important enough to be remodeled. Odd that they would keep a lot of his original parts for the sake of sentimental value instead of being unable to reproduce the technology used. As for the advancement of his technology, the difference in their dimensions was notable. "I see, so around the time you were built, robotic advancements and production were being made in your dimension." He replied, how interesting that their own ages of technology were so far apart and went in their own separate directions. That likely explained the odd energy signature he was picking up from within The Spine's chassis. It certainly was not gasoline or coal that this machine was running on, as would be expected given his age.

    Then again, KARR's own fuel was not so easily obtained, nor so conventional as to be taken at a fuel pump either.

    KARR's optics took in the downward tip of his head as he went on about the deactivated weaponry. So his primary function was entertainment... That certainly made more sense than a military robot built with such human features and emotive ability. His defensive features were deactivated and partially disconnected, as he was no longer in a time of war. Even so, KARR could not help but wonder further why the weaponry was not removed completely if he was to be re-purposed for entertainment outside of war. It seemed to be a rather convenient opportunity, at least to him, should someone decide to take advantage of his systems and have a fully-armed war machine go rampaging about under their control.

    Ah, but different dimensions had different rules.

    With his posture, the AI identified it as a similar form a human would take when they were hesitant or remorseful about bringing something up. Could The Spine be feeling some sort of remorse for being used for fighting? It was a possibility that he filed away for a later inquiry.

    Taking a few seconds to process all this, idly watching as The Spine pulled out his guitar and showed it again for emphasis. Afterwards it seemed he was willing to take a few more inquiries regarding himself. "I have plenty more I wish to know, The Spine. Your explanations has opened up a lot that piques my curiosity." KARR replied calmly, "You said you were not the prototype, for instance, are you a production model then?" Soon, another came to be stated, this time regarding the matter behind his function. "The interest in using a machine built for entertainment for war is also... perplexing. What prompted your re-purposing for military use?"

    KARR knew exactly why he had been built the way he was, there had been no re-purposing of his systems between two great extremes. But the other had obviously been refitted for some reason or another, perhaps it was the same as his own creator's dilemma? The military had also been rather interested in him at one point.
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by The Spine on Sun Aug 09, 2015 5:45 pm

    ”Correct.” The Spine obviously couldn’t personally remember what had happened before he had been created, but he had a detailed history of his creation’s circumstances in his database in addition to his genuine memories of what had happened way back then. A sudden influx of robotic African mammals could certainly be considered technological advancement, he thought, and Blue Matter and Green Matter had both been major and continuously influential discoveries. Green Matter in a not-so-great way… But Blue Matter was still relevant and studied even today, 118 years later.

    And again, KARR was curious… It could just be like Rabbit or Hatchworth, of course. Nothing special about that sort of thing. ”Basically.” The humans seemed to employ a logical philosophy of “if it isn’t broken, why fix it” for the most part when it came to him. He didn’t malfunction nearly as often as the other ‘bots--if ever--so it was safe to say that his development (production-wise at least) was more or less complete. If any one of them was the prototype, it really was Rabbit; her invention had paved the way for the rest of them, ironing out most of the kinks so by the time Peter got to the rest of them, he had known what he was doing.

    KARR’s next question was just as easy to answer. ”Well, the first time was because the enemies we were facing would’ve easily decimated any human army of the time. We were the only options. After that, the humans just saw an opportunity and took it,” he explained. ”My counterparts and I are easier to repair than humans, and our loss would not be mourned in the same way.” He was uncertain of whether he was programmed to find that unfair, or if that was an opinion he had developed himself as a byproduct of his programming. Details; it wasn’t fair.

    ”If you don’t mind my asking, what is your function?” he asked after a moment. ”What were you programmed for?” The Spine was just as eager to make some sense of the other robot as it was to make some of him. He assumed that knowing the car’s purpose for existence could shed some light on its…potentially odd behavior.
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Aug 09, 2015 6:45 pm

    Short and simple, neither giving too much away nor too little. Then again, one word could always be seen as too little of an answer depending on what the question was. For KARR, it appeared the both of the may have been a product of their age, both of them developed and built in a time when their kind of technology was booming and yet still so new to the point where a lot of their capabilities could be considered mystery. For a moment the AI could not help but ponder upon this happenstance occurrence, finding this coincidence to be rather fitting in a way.

    Even if this one was a production line model, as was so plainly affirmed.

    All the same, if this one was a model for production, it made him wonder what their predecessor was like, whether the ones that came after it were as much of a pale copy as KITT had been. Food for thought, as a human would say, or more a segway for further inquiry. Unlike his own descendant however, The Spine was not so unfamiliar with having to kill in order to do as he needed... Perhaps he was not so inferior as his own descendant. Although, as The Spine went on to further explain, KARR could not help but notice a certain word keep cropping up; We. 'We' as in working with humans, 'we' as in the other machines he had been tasked with, or we as in robots of his own model? Even so, it appeared The Spine's model was not programmed with self preservation, as it was apparent they were to be disposable, expendable.

    The byproduct of being mass produced.

    Then again, The Spine's previous answer was rather vague... "How do you mean by 'we'?" he added, "Do you mean others like your own model?" It was odd, to say the least, to imagine an army of The Spines going into battle. Especially with such detailed mechanics that went into it that would have seemed necessary by a more militant standpoint. Likely he meant other production line model machinations that were also sent into the field.

    Finally, the focused was turned onto him, The Spine asking about KARR's own function and programming. "My creators programmed me with the prime directive of self-preservation. I was to be the car of the future, the very first. It was intended that I work with another for the purpose of law enforcement, thus I am equipped accordingly." He explained. Not exactly as public-friendly as The Spine's own initial function, but he carried it with pride.
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    Re: The Dimension to the Left

    Post by The Spine on Sun Aug 09, 2015 8:24 pm

    ((Apparently I’m an idiot. xD))

    Ah, yes. He had been using that particular pronoun, referring to the other members of Steam Powered Giraffe. The members which KARR would have no way of knowing of. It seemed some explanation was in order. ”I was referring to the other robots like me. Not exactly like me, though, my specific model is currently one of a kind. In addition to myself, there are Rabbit and Hatchworth. We make up the musical group, Steam Powered Giraffe. We were all created by the same man at about the same time, share the same functions, were based off of the same programming, use the same power sources, I could go on,” The Spine clarified. They weren’t carbon copies of each other, but any one of them could serve as a template for mass production, should the need or greed arise, and each one of them had ironed out at least some of the kinks for those produced after them. ”Most of our differences merely lie in appearance and personality.”

    At KARR’s response to his questions, he merely nodded in understanding. ”I see, very impressive.” Law enforcement was a worthy cause, he just was confused as to how being programmed to value one’s own life above all others was conducive to that field… Humans. That was the only way he could justify the contradiction. He decided that it would probably be best not to question the success of the poor machine’s career. Drawing the short straw was never easy.

    After a moment of contemplation, ”I’m sure you have other questions?” KARR had said that there was “plenty more” he wished to know, after all. At this rate, they probably wouldn’t have many secrets left by the end of their conversation…but it wasn’t as if Spine had anything better to do at that moment. His background analysis of his situation was still processing, and so far he hadn’t been very nearly overtaxing his memory for nothing. Granted that something wasn’t any good news, but it was still something. Such as where he would stay while trapped in this dimension, for one. Anything after that would have to be dealt with as the need arose for him to deal with it.

    Thank Walter for adaptive programming. ”Oh, and you wouldn’t happen to have a map of Portal City, would you?” Surely there was a hotel of some kind around here. Or a nice hollow tree. Cardboard box?

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