.001 - Gen 1 Repair, Scheduled 0500

[abyssum_invocat]

She was the oldest manufactured full robot of the lot currently housed in the lab, and that meant Sinthia required more downtime for repairs than the others--or it would have, if the others hadn't been remarkably talented at getting into situations that predicated they be repaired first. She was better at staying out of physical trouble, at least; it was a fact for which she would have been proud, if the emotional response matrix in her processor had been programmed for that.

Early in the mornings was when she hooked herself up for updates and information download to her storage server, long since practiced with the wires that plugged into her neck and back, and behind one ear. It necessitated that her visuals were offline while memory from her eyes was gathered but she never fidgeted during the process, laying still on the cot, on her stomach instead. The steady mechanical whirr of the internal cooling system powered by her breathing was the only thing that broke the silence, or would be until one of the others came in.


[ooc: consider this open forever, I guess? still working out kinks but so excite.]

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[bondorblood]

The heavy thud of his boots resonates in the room, something not as accidental as some might think. It's a subset of one of his programs; to make it easier to hear him come and go when he's in places humans might be. Something inactive during raids and the like, it only showed itself when he was moving through any part of EDEN. They didn't like to be startled, not to mention it wasn't a natural thing for most people-- it was another little bit to try and make him more human.

He's not in for repairs today (surprisingly), instead simply getting a chip exchange. There's new mission briefs available and transferring data wirelessly was still dangerous. Too many hackers, many of which would love to get information on their missions before it headed out. The entire building was like a black-hole for wireless signals, scramblers on every floor. Sure, small wavelength transmissions could be sent to the tower when they were out, but nothing inside of it functioned wirelessly for the security of the company.

A glance given to Sinthia as he leans forward, one hand brushing at the longer, curled strands near the back of his neck, moving it out of the way for his input bay. Ignoring the gloved fingers as they went to work, careful to touch him as little as possible while exchanging the cards.

"Try not to look so comfortable."