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4/30/2025, 7:55:00 PM
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The sun sinks low in the sky as you gaze satisfactorily at your new temporary home. The solar charger blinks red as direct sunlight slips away and the shadows march across your campsite. She won't be able to function for very long on just one day's solar charge, but it'll at least allow you a peaceful night's rest knowing that a pair of unblinking eyes are open and watching the perimeter for you. Opening the case, you see her much as you left her, the form of a woman wearing a gray jumpsuit and boots with pale skin and white hair that reached slightly below her shoulders. Another pang of regret as you remember that her combat gear and weapon have also been left shipside. You unplug the solar charger and gingerly hold a button on the side of her head, which flashes green after a few seconds. Her eyes open and stare upwards at the sky, her expression blank.
You speak. "Good morning, Allie."
"Good morning, sir. I currently have nine hours, seventeen minutes, and fourteen seconds of charge at the average usage rate." she intones.
You grin. "Corporate code check, please."
"Nigger." she states, gracefully rising from her box and sitting crisscrossed beside it.
You let out a light chuckle. It took more work to overcome the hardened layers of personality censorship inherent in the standard personal android model than it did to make sure she didn't immediately lock up and try to contact police upon being ordered to hold and use a firearm, but you considered the effort worth it. It was good for a laugh now and again, and it helped assure your squad that the android you kept around was jailbroken enough not be transmitting their location to counterinsurgency forces.
You briefly point out important items in the camp for the benefit of her code; where food was to be stored, where the water was, the medkit, the fighting position, and rattle off some commands in order to prepare for the night.
"Check out the wound on my scalp, prepare cold camp dinner for one person, and then night watch until dawn, please."
"Of course, sir.
She dutifully rises from her sitting position and begins her tasks, starting with inspecting, cleaning, and bandaging the clotted gash on your head as you try not to squirm. Thank heaven it wasn't worse, you've seen how bad head injuries can get. After Allie's ministrations you lay back inside your lean-to as you consider your plan going forward. This place seems temperate, mild, and quite habitable, but you won't be able to stay here long-term. You don't have the proper tools, seeds, or building materials to try and make a proper homestead where you are right now, and have no idea where "here" is. You could have landed three miles from civilization or right in the middle of this planet's equivalent of Siberia. Foraging and trapping will sustain you for now, but not forever. You don't know the seasons, the weather patterns, or even exactly how long a day was on this planet.
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The sun sinks low in the sky as you gaze satisfactorily at your new temporary home. The solar charger blinks red as direct sunlight slips away and the shadows march across your campsite. She won't be able to function for very long on just one day's solar charge, but it'll at least allow you a peaceful night's rest knowing that a pair of unblinking eyes are open and watching the perimeter for you. Opening the case, you see her much as you left her, the form of a woman wearing a gray jumpsuit and boots with pale skin and white hair that reached slightly below her shoulders. Another pang of regret as you remember that her combat gear and weapon have also been left shipside. You unplug the solar charger and gingerly hold a button on the side of her head, which flashes green after a few seconds. Her eyes open and stare upwards at the sky, her expression blank.
You speak. "Good morning, Allie."
"Good morning, sir. I currently have nine hours, seventeen minutes, and fourteen seconds of charge at the average usage rate." she intones.
You grin. "Corporate code check, please."
"Nigger." she states, gracefully rising from her box and sitting crisscrossed beside it.
You let out a light chuckle. It took more work to overcome the hardened layers of personality censorship inherent in the standard personal android model than it did to make sure she didn't immediately lock up and try to contact police upon being ordered to hold and use a firearm, but you considered the effort worth it. It was good for a laugh now and again, and it helped assure your squad that the android you kept around was jailbroken enough not be transmitting their location to counterinsurgency forces.
You briefly point out important items in the camp for the benefit of her code; where food was to be stored, where the water was, the medkit, the fighting position, and rattle off some commands in order to prepare for the night.
"Check out the wound on my scalp, prepare cold camp dinner for one person, and then night watch until dawn, please."
"Of course, sir.
She dutifully rises from her sitting position and begins her tasks, starting with inspecting, cleaning, and bandaging the clotted gash on your head as you try not to squirm. Thank heaven it wasn't worse, you've seen how bad head injuries can get. After Allie's ministrations you lay back inside your lean-to as you consider your plan going forward. This place seems temperate, mild, and quite habitable, but you won't be able to stay here long-term. You don't have the proper tools, seeds, or building materials to try and make a proper homestead where you are right now, and have no idea where "here" is. You could have landed three miles from civilization or right in the middle of this planet's equivalent of Siberia. Foraging and trapping will sustain you for now, but not forever. You don't know the seasons, the weather patterns, or even exactly how long a day was on this planet.
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