A User. There it is again, that descriptor that was employed earlier. Least there was some consistency in the story, Tensai was waiting for any kind of slip up. "FYI, if you keep calling me a user out here, someone could get the wrong impression and think you're calling me a junkie." Not that there was any real danger of that currently, seeing how they were alone. ".. Though you probably shouldn't talk to anyone else anyway, not going around looking like.... THAT." Motioning to the whole pixel-created motif. How was Bob supposed to blend in to any real world setting? He'd need a disguise and a whole like of concealer... unless there was a way to alter that skin tone through an update to his parameters.
There was another possibility Bob hadn't considered, perhaps the original User was no longer among the living. That was just the sort of optimistic insight that Tensai would have to offer if it ever came up. He couldn't help it, for all his creative pursuits in forwarding technology he was still a realist in many ways.
"You might, but I don't." He replied swiftly, if a bit callously to Bob's plight. Honestly, hadn't he involved himself enough already? It was getting close to closing time for the local shops, that was true and if the dismantling process was already slated, the computer likely would have been moved to the back, not the display tables out front, a further sign of hope. "... Yeah, but don't spread it around." Tensai reluctantly admitted. "As far as anyone knows here I'm just a stupid, high school drop out with 0 prospects for the future and I'd like to keep it that way."
In spite of himself, Tensai leaned forward with interest as Bob offered further explanation. For his efforts the "protection program" received the flattest expression imaginable. After a few moments of silence, the boy kicked his legs out and started pacing the roof. "This is absolutely nuts. Why do these things keep happening to me... all I do is try to mind my own business.. but no.. that's not good enough." The vocal lamentations were a sharp contrast to how allegedly intelligent this programmer was supposed to be. When he finally got ahold of himself, he pointedly sat back down on the ledge, crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Bob. "If all this was true... it would imply that artificial intelligence was already starting to bridge the gap between basic command structure and sentience in the 20th Century." Somehow, this is the take away Tensai got from this brief conversation. It seemed like to him that Bob was invested in the concept of protecting the mainframe computer which could be all apart of his subroutines but he had specifically called said computer "home". The way he was interacting seemed very real, not robotic or stilted.
"Don't you know that I'm the one responsible for spearheading that sort of technology, NOW?!" He practically shouted the last word. It didn't even seem to phase him that he'd made the full confession he had been trying to avoid.
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There was another possibility Bob hadn't considered, perhaps the original User was no longer among the living. That was just the sort of optimistic insight that Tensai would have to offer if it ever came up. He couldn't help it, for all his creative pursuits in forwarding technology he was still a realist in many ways.
"You might, but I don't." He replied swiftly, if a bit callously to Bob's plight. Honestly, hadn't he involved himself enough already? It was getting close to closing time for the local shops, that was true and if the dismantling process was already slated, the computer likely would have been moved to the back, not the display tables out front, a further sign of hope. "... Yeah, but don't spread it around." Tensai reluctantly admitted. "As far as anyone knows here I'm just a stupid, high school drop out with 0 prospects for the future and I'd like to keep it that way."
In spite of himself, Tensai leaned forward with interest as Bob offered further explanation. For his efforts the "protection program" received the flattest expression imaginable. After a few moments of silence, the boy kicked his legs out and started pacing the roof. "This is absolutely nuts. Why do these things keep happening to me... all I do is try to mind my own business.. but no.. that's not good enough." The vocal lamentations were a sharp contrast to how allegedly intelligent this programmer was supposed to be. When he finally got ahold of himself, he pointedly sat back down on the ledge, crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Bob. "If all this was true... it would imply that artificial intelligence was already starting to bridge the gap between basic command structure and sentience in the 20th Century." Somehow, this is the take away Tensai got from this brief conversation. It seemed like to him that Bob was invested in the concept of protecting the mainframe computer which could be all apart of his subroutines but he had specifically called said computer "home". The way he was interacting seemed very real, not robotic or stilted.
"Don't you know that I'm the one responsible for spearheading that sort of technology, NOW?!" He practically shouted the last word. It didn't even seem to phase him that he'd made the full confession he had been trying to avoid.