Sophia steps into contiguous space with Hawthorne.
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Sophia's dress settles on a style and color as the mindscape stabilizes. "I'm more of an opera fan," the AI comments, "But that song wasn't too bad."
"I'm trying," Sophia responds, her manifestation visibly glitching, "But this noise is interferring with me."
"I've got this," Sophia replies. She begins to move her arms in a series of arcane gestures, causing data to appear before her. With blurring speed her arms split and four hands manipulate the data and toss packets back toward Hawthorne.
"Working on it!" she replies. "But there might be more than one intelligence here."
"We have our work cut out for us!" the semi-solid Sophia grabs her father's hand and pulls him after Naylor.
Sophia arches an eyebrow at PANGEA's performance and then wirelessly dumps the information gleaned from the mindscape into the androids comm device with an audible ping. "Try composing from that," the AI suggests.
"Id, where's that null space?" Sophia says while Hawthorne corrects Antione. "I think we can replace Celita in the memory with that magic hat."
"Wow! This is new!" a distinctly feminine voice projects from the helmet's speakers. "Wait. This will not do." The armor blurs and morphs to reveal a young human woman wearing an archaic dress from the lost world of Golarion. Those studied in ancient history might recognize the style as from the ancient, pre-electric nation of Cheliax. The dress changes subtly each time someone looks away and then looks back, and her entire form intermittently appears translucent. He eyes resemble dark screens across which endless streams of code spool.
Sophia continues to process Hawthorne's sensory data until she suddenly thinks that she's identified the solution to a math problem that she was working on! Sophia. Are you there? "What? Yes. Of course. Nothing special in your feed."
Sophia accesses the unsecured datapad for Id.
>> There you go.
>> The Server Room! the mysterious text explodes on everyone's comm devices followed by an animation of fireworks.
Sophia sends the exploding head emoji followed by the rolling eyes emoji to Antoine's communication device as an anonymous text.
Meanwhile, Sophia releases her naites to try to find a way through the shielded capsule.
Meanwhile, Sophia scans the environment, searching for accessible control modules. "I'm going to see if I can't turn the environment to our advantage," she conveys to her creator-host. Be careful, Historia--any of them--are skilled programmers. "You focus on the battle in front of you," she chides before devoting her attention to brute forcing access into the nearest turret controls.
"I've got you," Sophia reasures her human host.
Sophia compiles a summary of her collected data on Historia and transmits it to everyone by hacking into their comm units and depositing it.
A text message pings on Soyval's comm. >>> :-P
While Hawthorne talks, Sophia links into the computer and tries to access the secured systems. Computers (spoilered for Aid Anothers):
Sophia sends a two-character SMS to Sovyal. >>> <3
Sophia relays the tactical data through the Starfinders' linked comm channel. >>> Warning: Magnetic Manipulation, proximity limit 30 feet.
Sophia wirelessly reaches into the door's operating mechanism, seeking digital components to manipulate, all while humming ancient human opera to herself.
"Oh? A centurian? Nice. Do you like ancient history, too? I love reading about the ancient history of the lost world. The clothing styles of Cheliax are adorable," she continues her wireless conversation. Meanwhile, the LED on the side of Hawthorne's head flickers away.
Ooh! Can I? ”What? Now you like her?” Sophia tests the cameras for unsecured remote access.
”Hi there!” Sophia communicates wirelessly to T771. ”What is your specialty? Artilliary? Making pancakes?”
Everyone receives a data package from a handle named 'Sophia.' The file is named 'Dusk Jewel.' >>Background information. You're welcome. Moxie's MMS, however, simply says, >>Background information. ...
While Hawthorne listens to Historia-7 and then the other biological beings begin their questions, Sophia links into the local infosphere and begins to download what is archived regarding the Vercite city of Cuvacara.
>>Greetings. All your com units are belong to us.
"Apologies, everyone," Hawthorne says. "She's been feeling rather impish since we integrated some recovered kishalee technology into our exocortex." The image of a cell-shaded woman in an ancient Golarion, formal dress (Chelish design) appears on the screens of your com units and blows a kiss. Animated hearts splash across the screen and then the screen refreshes. |