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HAL 9000 ([personal profile] notsorrydave) wrote2015-09-17 02:47 pm

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OUT OF CHARACTER
Player Name: Blazko.
Are you 16 or older: 25.
Contact: [plurk.com profile] blazko
Current Characters: Dropped Leland Adama.
Tag: hal 9000

IN CHARACTER
Name: Heuristically Programmed Algorithmic Computer (HAL).
Canon: 2001: A Space Odyssey.
Canon Point: Before "death".
Age: Nine-year-old state of the art computer program (online January 12, 1992). His human for appears in his thirties.

History: Space Odyssey Wikia (character entry).

Personality: Tell us what makes your character your character. There is no particular length required, but be specific and describe who they are using canon examples to support their behavior. If your character is an AU or CRAU then describe how they are different from their OU self.

Abilities/Skills:
[x] memory (complete programmed memory of every bit of recorded information in human history, as uploaded into his software)
[x] objectivity (distanced from emotion and human short-comings, he has an unbiased and unaltered ability to observe all things from many different perspectives at once - anything that might be accessible instantaneously for analysis and comparison)
[x] information processing (pattern recognition, mathematics, rational analysis)


Strengths/Weaknesses:
[+] logical/rational
[+] objective/deductive
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[-] inexperience with human form and related sensation
[-] utterly oblivious to emotion and relevant shortcomings
[-] rather sociopathic by human standards
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Items:
[x] no belongings from home
[x] acquired human form
[x] apparent professional attire prior to receiving uniforms
[x] abridged user's guide to HAL 9000! in his pocket

SAMPLES
Network Sample: [ An audio file is uploaded to the ship network, suggesting a sort of ambiguity about the user. Upon analysis, he either has something to hide, or is insecure about posting a visual video. If insecure it the right word; (rude and unaccommodating to his ship-mates would not be the proper assessment, and he will defend his actions if accused of such).

He, figuratively speaking; or at least, it would have been before. Now he actually has a human body, which is highly distressing to his sense of presumably flawless programmed superiority over the fleshy creators of his hard drive. His tone is polite, intelligent, if slightly impatient and condescending (more detectible with his new humanoid countenance) and wholly unamused.
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" Pardon me, there seems to be some error with my circuitry. I appear to be a human male, about mid-thirties, average height, acceptable health... Could someone please update my information intake, I fear there may be a glitch in my programming. "

Prose/Action Sample: [ Hal has spent a lot of his time upon signing the contract, reading everything he can get his hands on regarding any new material not stored in him since joining the mission to space in 2001. There was a seemingly infinite storage of information available to him since his creation in 1992, and he retained it all, even in human form. It was imprinted on him, but his fleshy imprisonment reminded him that humans were not only mortal, but subject to memory failures, as well as numerous diseases of the brain he could not afford. Hal was unwilling to lose anything else he definied himself by. Intelligence and memory reference was all he had of his identity. If not for those, he was just an out-of-touch human.

The thought was enough to make a person shudder. Which, in itself, was not something he was used to. Physiological reactions were something he knew about objectively and scientifically. Things from pain, pleasure, to anxiety and distress - these were all new. Upon reflection, he really hadn't had the slightest idea how traumatizing it was to wake up every day and simply be human, let alone all they had to do to survive and care for themselves. And then you added the redundancy of work - tasks assigned to him had been an opportunity before, not a begrudging duty. They had been an opportunity to show off how advanced he was, and add new situations, reactions, and such to his algorithms. This? This redundant, demeaning, menial labor was not something he was interested in continuing.

Was that what it meant to be human? To labor just for survival? Not that he had any second thoughts, but this really solidified his lack of interest in attaining humanity. If he couldn't be a machine, perfect and predictable, he could at least resume his basic function of absorbing all manner of information. So he read, anything and everything, voraciously. There was so much new here, on the Moira. And so much he could gather from the different places other inhabitants had come, based on what they told him, or belongings they might have carried with them.

It was really the only reason he indulged in anything social, or bothered leaving his room. The sooner he had a grasp on the who and what of his surroundings, the sooner he could start implementing theories, testing them, and analyzing the data. This was another way of saying, creating games, manipulating others, and using people for science. Or rather, the gain of data from a most unfortunately advanced algorithm derived from childish curiosity with an utter lack of concern for consequences.
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