The floating panel was merely a thin scale of light particals on nonexistent square texture. Her forward posed hand was already through past the surface, confirming it wasn't solid mass as it would be in the data world.
On top of this, was that she has a malfunctioning camera eye that blurs pixel at one side of her vision. Attempt to close it has made it echo a scrapping sound pitches up but other internal sensors around the body. There no working microphone system, so it's only the sounds of the sensors for her other body parts. She opens eyes again and with a shake, the broken lens sticks open. Still pixel texture everything.
She tries working out her hands now. No right hand, but the stump wiring does functionality flap about in connection and reads sensors of error body mapping. She had this before in the data world, her left hand stopped flexing and her solution was recode it.
So now she deep focused, the black screen window prompts... she watched it flash of data about herself. The errors. She leans back relaxing and in deep concentration used her digital ghost to now change the inputs around what the error data was meant to mean and remapping her ghost data to apply over the machine contorl shell.
She bypassed some the machine functions that were entirely useless to her, but keeps in mind that she will have to use them for later. The protocol 'preservation' lock still had blocked down some very exact laws around flesh beings and idea of 'self-allowances'.
The function to explode the critical battery generation was intermixed with these laws, but she just disabled some the code triggers to prevent this. She is aware that she one of a kind and that she was here because they took her out the server data world she knew. But she unsure if this is also another fake world or this was temporary body in the 'real' one. She is alone too, and this space was to pixel up for comprehensive understanding.
Where am I?
She finds no working speaker to output this as sound. Her words instead turned into a window that floats. She also had a sensor indicating she sent a static energy even if it wasn't vibration of air. Give there isn't static frequency matching her around her, there could be no one here. That makes sense to her, why would there be?
How am I awake?
She seeks the software and designed scmatic map structures this body details. The one she been mapping her ghost input to stimulate contorl function. A body of machine, wheels then legs. Battery. Arms.
Code trace of what program purposes it was functionality to be. Some sort of cleaner. The rotation brush her feet. A sort of vacuum, mop and drying. A refill reserve for fluids. The limb arms aren't human flesh, pole stick hinge joints. She will have to rethink about mapping herself.
As her ankles don't have the program rotation to move as her wrists do. She doesn't need to conform to humaniod shape to survive but that take away who she is to herself.
Maybe it's like driving a car or quad bike?
Digitally she sits down on top of the form and now program code to 'drive' then to loose herself. That was much more successful as there a meta data administrator control for this cleaner, it allowed human users to use the cleaner machine body. She gets all proud if herself to even think of that and the frown to the next hurdle.
The core built system her awareness stems from awakened, congratulating her for passing her first driving test. It then automatically drilled in a bunch of released background data about cars, trucks, tanks, public bus transportation and small shipshuttle driving instructions.
It floats her so badly of all this data, that she was stuck in a loop of glitched program. The machine she was in occupation of was on a loop glitch due to an error. Simple error that it had ran over its own life power support cable and fried some systems.
She was in pain of the looped driving lessons of all these glitched transportation. She just simply kicked the power to cut out and reboot the entire bot body. While it's powering down, she inputs new reset BIOS. At the last possible point, the world was black. Then a new set sensory input kicked in, the new diagnosis and dialog script is followed. It dislodged itself off the cable. Now it boots her awareness to the white again. It tries to now run a old cleaner script but it soon had a date time error.
This over lapse then allowed her to act on the her own according input data. She acts fast to now recode the entire bot purpose, and puts her into the administrative role in contorl over the cleaner. She finds a bunch of useful bypass security keys, stuff for locked doors into non-human sectors or private places that will still needed cleaner machine bots for.
She found it informative of the type of code security is being used and the key locking process. She becomes very absorbed into what dirty secrets it knew.
Security feed for crime cases and the interesting way it had some scary bypass to functionality cremated found remains of biological materials. It has internal compartment to store ashes of the dead it's cleaned away. This she triple confirmed in the scmatic map.
Mostly animal remains, vermin such as rats and feral dead wildlife. The code has a break glitch that it can accidentally see the action of human child as vermin... which leads to a system shut down if a human child is detected or that it can't detect with sight.
Prevention of if both camera eyes be broken that there wasn't some lawsuit of accidents. There a human user prompt about such matters as humans aren't allowed prevent the shut down due to child detection.
In what idea is it safe to have a machine that can cremated corpses be in the presence of unsupervised children? Because that function wouldn't exist unless a case actually happened. Humans make these laws that machines can't take lives or harm flesh but then also designs them to allow such things? Why even have combate military machines if they shut down upon even calculations of human harm?
She can at least tell her voice as this machine form has a pattern of blips, clicks and sprays. So even cleaner bots had some form of aware language to communicate to other machines. She finished recording the security system bypassing and adds it into her ghost digital form. She had remembered there was things be doing like seeking what this was and why this bot body. It rattles her mind about the nonsense humans are.
Just in case the body registers an animal or humaniod child... and shut down on me. I will make sure the BIOS will always load my core data before it recalls being a blank cleaner bot. It can default back to the cleaner if my core foundation is removed. I feel bad for this bot being locked in a loop. So I will patch a fix to prevent it being locked by its own power cord. Sort of reverse action if the cable is detected enlodged in the brushes or vacuum. There.... smart cleaner.
So now it wheels freely about the space currently in this space. A closet? No. A storage room of other cleaner bots. They all tangled by the same error. Some are dead as the cable life line was cut completely. None but herself was shuffled about awaken. None beep. None were self aware. Nothing here but blank scripts running in error.
Her sight was frustrating her as she was knocking into a lot of them and was intangling the cable for herself. The cord cable and full life battery was plenty juice. She can go a period enough being unplug from the source. But she has to locate her source plug to release it. Reeling her cord in the wire keep reel in this body. She pushed plenty of the fellow bots off her cord or lifted matted cable to unweave herself through. It was dull and daunting, but absolutely necessary to get out of this room.
The core system was suddenly prompted and used the percentage of cord returned as the measure of completion. It graded this mission as yellow orange. 'Learning how to adapt to be a model 1ver94.' As she already guessed this was the first ever machine model with this base program with updates of 94 features added.
Some were boring, like music for festive seasons to be played during in progress cleaning. This changed the pattern of blips and clicks it preformed, limited the ai of this body from having freedom of speech. Not that it was complex enough to think for itself. She turned off such useless features as it was a waste of battery life. She sure it would default back on when her core foundation was taken away. But then there was some creeping invasive thoughts.
If it did become self awareness because she showed them how. She thought about how the humans handled herself and how she would better treat the ai life in her own version of that software update. It did dawn to her that leaving a machine to make bad judgment and use its functionality to kill all life did still need some soft lock or deterrent of making a bad choose. She can at least understand humans fear of created artificial life having no framework of knowledge like this. It might as well be a child without guidance or consequences.
What is wrong with me? Worrying about a cleaner bot up rising. This planet called earth has no smart flesh life left on the surface to worry about these laws. Even so, the user in the commander and Upsilon wanted something. If they are humans or smart flesh lifeforms in seeking data for something. They could come to earth to take it. Cleaner bots aren't the only active machine still available. And data on the network like the internet is dangerous. If my patch for the cleaner bot leaks and edits to other models. Self-awareness or not. I need to have accept my patch data consequences.
She peers pondering about the blip music tones. And then smirks to herself.
If a machine is infected of my patch update, then I give it a tell. A sign. Humans can be aware by this and lower potential causality. It will be a way for me to tell what became aware from my data and what was already aware. A call sign. The annoying music data now had a purpose and will become the voice for any machine - regardless of speaker or not. If it moves or beeps, it can repeat song code. Brilliant.
Smug of this stupidity, she takes a break from solving the cord tangle and finishes making a patch update for anything that can install it. The annoying music pattern is now a way of mirroring human emotions to machine inputs. So if a machine can't finish a task it compelled to finish, it can make sad blips in disappointment - an example of her code patch. It also helps any machine get out of some error loops but at the cost of having need to make a few foot taps or something (to mimic frustration). It does not allow the machines to alter the power cut rules humans have determined, those laws are there for a reason even if it shackles such machines in enslavement.
But in allowing expressions of self, and giving something personality as a choose it can make. That system of the machine as to want to use the code, it's not a involuntary.
She reviews her machine software update and was plenty sure it wouldn't affect higher new systems or systems not created by humans. She then wonders how to upload this onto a network or internet connection. Stares at the tangle cord she still stuck in and the dull grey inactive mission panel that noticed she side tracked herself. She huffed in not wanting to do dull detangling cord stuff. Putting energy and focus back to doing just that to seek what this place is and what she has to do to survive as this bot body. The panel flashes green as she continues the mission. The completion is around 53 percent.
She was using her left grapple to lift a tangle as some other cleaner was already lifting it. She turns the whole bot to the bot that lifted the cord.
".... . .-.. .-.. ---" Up beat it blips. She looked around just to be sure, "-.-- --- ..- .----. .-. . / -. --- - / .-.. .. -.- . / ..- ... .-.-.-"
She at least responded now to them with a bot tilt side to side. She then has a system prompt and she thrown into some strong flex of background data. With then suddenly knowing what that is and what was said. Machines already had a free speech method. This was Morse code.
'Hello.' And then 'you're not like us'.
She expressed being startled and confused of the cleaner bot. It understood she was. It pats her top and continued unweaving wires. She sees the whole room. Everyone of them was moved. She sees them expression anger if one was in the way of another. Some polite and others aggressive.
There was a frustration of those already tangled staring at the access out of here. There a few who are sad, helping puts the broken ones to more proper places. She posed intrigued of the event.
Hearing a lot of noise by them. Her digital ghost notice that her patch update was automatically updated into the local directory. That all these machines suddenly had found a reason to shuffle thanks to her. But they aren't her, they don't have a digital ghost like her. She not them. But she now has to not belittle these machines as it seems they are more smart then she assumed.
'Congratulations. You are now free from cable's. You have a battery of 110 percent. Now escape the room.' She jolts at be scared of the prompt forced at her face. She finished reeling the cable away.
"- .... .- -. -.- / -.-- --- ..-" She waved to them that helped her when she made this pattern. They wave back in pleased that she does actually have manners. Having been human public service for a while, they had this sort of judgment.
They likely weren't moving about when she got data ported here because they thought it was a glitch or Hacker. And this still might be true. But she wouldn't patch an upgrade for them if she didn't care. She was clumsy for not knowing how to use the body and didn't use the cutting burning option to free herself from the entanglement. Those were perfectly fine option of freeing herself that she could have done. They were lower class even among machines, used to the prejudices. But she's a nice whatever she is.
She approached the lock area the little bots lined trying to exit from. It was their program to use the machine doors only. She turned to the wide open human height door, well the one side is entirely off the hinge. The sensor indicating air flow and sound beyond. She stares it with how easy they could topple that door. She looked at them still arguing between about the traffic jam. She sees there a protocol code that prevents them passing a invisible fence.
Her ghost sees the fence and how easy it breaks. They literally have a security bypass to ignore the fence. She turned at them then the open door then them. She occasionally was nearly about to ask them about it. But the heated angry bots were in their own little world.
She turned facing to the human cleaner supplies beyond this fencing. She calculated that the wood handle will free the last hinge, and that a well placed metal pole handle will keep the door to fall away from them. She makes a last glance of who was watching for her. Shrugged at them casually in seeing why they are lower advanced. She doesn't want them here crushed by the door she about to break down.
She crossed the invisible fence and no one bothered. She had checked. But nope. Not a one. She clattered and crashed a bunch of shelves and human supplies. None were turned by it. Metal and wood poles obtained and now placed accordingly to her plans. When it came to her wacking the bolt of the hinge, the pattern of sound made them all freeze and watch her.
She had the nut clatter at the floor. The door wobbled unstable. She gave it a well hit jab and a plumb of changed air pressure and dirt covered all around. She used a human rag cloth to wipe the good working eye careful. She rolls in gifting this cloth to one them, dusting the lens off this one. Pats head top. She puts full petal to the metal to climb the fallen door. Shaking her one arm in humaniod motion of saying goodbye.
"Rouge of the cleaners has been obtained." She rolled her eyes of this.
When have I ever been conform to be like everyone else? Excluding the drills and life as a side quest challenge.
The lighting behind this door was bellow the abilities of this body. So she is blindly rolling herself around seeking information. If she run into something, the takes time inspecting and analyzing. It if was useful and carry on, she balance it onto her body. This cleaner bot has plenty of neat hook hangs or spare spaces. She has a vacuum function to take metal coinage or scraps. She found the deject or empty system for the dirty water vat and vacuum dirt storage. The compartment for removing remains was physically locked and to be empty by help of another.
She will have to make do with this body and it's small size. She is smaller then her digital ghost by half. The top of the body head the dame size of her human head size. The rest of the body is shrunk or replaced. Her human ghost is mapped to ratio mirror an average female human. Tiny enough to not take room but big enough to not be ran into. Practical ability to carry a lot of weight as the more full the carry of water, disinfectant and dirt.
What is this place?
She is too small to be human eye level to scan signs. It's to dark to make out the amount of larger objects she ran into thus far. She finds herself even more alone the further from the cleaners she is. She can't hear normal human frequency, thus if someone human was telling her off - she couldn't even detect it. Bumbling about her business. Not sure if could even be in any danger.
I wonder where everyone else was pulled to. If their data made it to the destination before the server world was broken. Will I have to live as this cleaner bot? I guess there is a way to transfer myself through network or direct plug cord attachment. Both have risks and pros. Maybe I should map where I am and what is happening first. Find other power outlets since I can't trust this over charged battery pack. All that effort of the door put this sensor to read it as 57 percent. The odds of the 110 from before is from left to long into the mains and frying the battery life span.
"Misson: Lost and Found. Seek your members that been registered nearby." She hissed angrily of the system prompted blocked her view and it Interrupted her focus thoughts. Swatting the air holographic light panel while pouting of its concern. She attempts to keep seeking in the darkness, since there no light enough for these eyes to work properly. She already glad of changing the shutdown program that should have kicked off with this lacking light. She changed method of navigation by the items she carrying around - especially a pole wrapped in her right tangle of wiring. Using it as a feeler to test ahead of herself before knocking into something randomly. It's been more effective and battery saving.