[Altius digging his own grave (having to have conversations): Who put this hole here?
Octavian neither notices nor cares, though, so it's going great. He's too enamored with his robot to pay attention to others' responses to it, unless they start trying to knock it around, or something.]
As in with a computer? No. Runework powers this project.
[And Viktor stuck a hex crystal in there, but that's not something he's going to go around advertising.]
I am unsure how a programmed construct would function here. Even a simple AI within an AI's domain seems... [he waves his hands a little,] antithetical.
[He turns a newly critical-slash-intrigued eye towards the bot, letting out a hm of something like realization. Runework... magic that works as a set of instructions. He wonders... could the magic of his world be utilized in such a sense? He's only ever given direct commands to his constructs and let them go about it, rather than establishing sets of conditions and behavior...
Now that he's actively looking, he does sense something magical within the thing. For nothing more than a toddling errand-runner it seems like a rather strong signal, so to speak, but he doesn't know what Octavian's true intent is with his creation.
Ah, well. It seems the ghost is rather proud of it, so he'd be surprised to not hear more of it later. He'll file that away in memory as something that might be of use after all...]
Do you think it can emulate biological and magical processes but not electronic? Or rather that it wouldn't?
[He shrugs lightly; he doesn't claim to know much, but since these AIs running their little world here do seem to have... emotions of a sort, it stands to reason one would want to protect its own existence from another AI and what it could do. Probably.]
The previous iteration was prone to corruption. One of us creating an intelligence capable of the same things as our AI overseer might make it nervous.
[But again, not his area of expertise.]
No doubt it would be possible. However I doubt it would be allowed to remain for very long.
[It's a neutral reply, largely, though he personally leans in the opposite direction of that opinion. How different are any of them from a truly advanced AI capable of emotion, really? Especially when he knows there's now an android among the Chosen...
Hmm. As he considers further...]
Do you think that's what's happened to the copies?
[Illicit copies of a version of this program that was prone to nearly collapsing in on itself and also never seemed to manage to actually "save" any of its prior groups of alleged criminals? Hmm.]
I have yet to hear anyone has succeeded in accessing any of said copies. So. Perhaps.
[...But he doesn't really want to get corrupted into a lizard person or whatever, so,] I have zero desire to live in that unstable world again.
[That's a stronger sentiment than most he's heard from Octavian, even worded obliquely as it is. He sits back, arms folded over his chest, and raises his eyebrows with some surprised curiosity.]
Was it that awful for you?
[Part of him wonders how that "glitching" he's heard of could even affect the ghost, given his apparent ability to become all but immune to danger. The other part recognizes that this place no doubt has its way of directly affecting anyone it's brought here, regardless of their current state—and is curious as to the particulars.]
[He immediately squashes the thoughts that arise regarding Octavian's sustainability. Still, the conversation takes something of a grim turn, as it only seems logical to him to ask:]
Do you think this place would fail to bring you back as it has for others?
[It is a constant wonder that he-- and, he supposes, Charles, for the same reason-- is here at all like this, when all the other unfortunately deceased have been restored to full life by default. He's decided not to take it personally, but in so doing has decided the simulation simply does not know what to do with a ghost, so.
Best not to risk it.]
Besides. The previous iteration consistently failed its charges. This one does not even have the boon of experience.
[Altius lets out a hum of thought, briefly. He certainly has no interest in testing the limits of revival, himself, even if it didn't come with the unpleasant sensation of dying.]
Understandable.
[He has thoughts about this separate iteration, how it might be shaped by its circumstances, their presence and knowledge, its lack of caretakers. He doesn't know that discussing them would yield anything of worth, though, so he simply says with the air of a sigh,]
I always seem to come back to even more questions I have no idea how to get the answers to.
[Like: whatever happened to that little crys he dropped into the crack in reality? Did it even make it through?]
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Octavian neither notices nor cares, though, so it's going great. He's too enamored with his robot to pay attention to others' responses to it, unless they start trying to knock it around, or something.]
As in with a computer? No. Runework powers this project.
[And Viktor stuck a hex crystal in there, but that's not something he's going to go around advertising.]
I am unsure how a programmed construct would function here. Even a simple AI within an AI's domain seems... [he waves his hands a little,] antithetical.
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Now that he's actively looking, he does sense something magical within the thing. For nothing more than a toddling errand-runner it seems like a rather strong signal, so to speak, but he doesn't know what Octavian's true intent is with his creation.
Ah, well. It seems the ghost is rather proud of it, so he'd be surprised to not hear more of it later. He'll file that away in memory as something that might be of use after all...]
Do you think it can emulate biological and magical processes but not electronic? Or rather that it wouldn't?
[can you play doom on expiation?]
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[He shrugs lightly; he doesn't claim to know much, but since these AIs running their little world here do seem to have... emotions of a sort, it stands to reason one would want to protect its own existence from another AI and what it could do. Probably.]
The previous iteration was prone to corruption. One of us creating an intelligence capable of the same things as our AI overseer might make it nervous.
[But again, not his area of expertise.]
No doubt it would be possible. However I doubt it would be allowed to remain for very long.
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[It's a neutral reply, largely, though he personally leans in the opposite direction of that opinion. How different are any of them from a truly advanced AI capable of emotion, really? Especially when he knows there's now an android among the Chosen...
Hmm. As he considers further...]
Do you think that's what's happened to the copies?
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[Illicit copies of a version of this program that was prone to nearly collapsing in on itself and also never seemed to manage to actually "save" any of its prior groups of alleged criminals? Hmm.]
I have yet to hear anyone has succeeded in accessing any of said copies. So. Perhaps.
[...But he doesn't really want to get corrupted into a lizard person or whatever, so,] I have zero desire to live in that unstable world again.
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Was it that awful for you?
[Part of him wonders how that "glitching" he's heard of could even affect the ghost, given his apparent ability to become all but immune to danger. The other part recognizes that this place no doubt has its way of directly affecting anyone it's brought here, regardless of their current state—and is curious as to the particulars.]
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[He gestures to himself; this thing, the body, but also his usual ghostly form, so,]
...sustainability. I cannot be cavalier about "changes."
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[He immediately squashes the thoughts that arise regarding Octavian's sustainability. Still, the conversation takes something of a grim turn, as it only seems logical to him to ask:]
Do you think this place would fail to bring you back as it has for others?
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[It is a constant wonder that he-- and, he supposes, Charles, for the same reason-- is here at all like this, when all the other unfortunately deceased have been restored to full life by default. He's decided not to take it personally, but in so doing has decided the simulation simply does not know what to do with a ghost, so.
Best not to risk it.]
Besides. The previous iteration consistently failed its charges. This one does not even have the boon of experience.
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Understandable.
[He has thoughts about this separate iteration, how it might be shaped by its circumstances, their presence and knowledge, its lack of caretakers. He doesn't know that discussing them would yield anything of worth, though, so he simply says with the air of a sigh,]
I always seem to come back to even more questions I have no idea how to get the answers to.
[Like: whatever happened to that little crys he dropped into the crack in reality? Did it even make it through?]