conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: It was a sunny, bright and downright hot day, with the sun mercilessly burning down onto the city. A city that was bustling with life, people stuck in traffic, construction work on the new Town Hall coming along nicely, the local superhero flying over the city and waving at the good citizens. You know, the usual.At the edge of the the large modern and clean, and at the moment very hot, city, the large campus grounds of theClark Rogers School for Superheroicsseemed to be abandoned. Which was no surprise, as it was the summer holidays and most students had went home. Most being the important word here, as some had stayed for a variety of reasons and could sometimes be seen wandering the grounds of the combined elementary, middle and high school for aspiring superheroes.One of those students was Anthony "Tony" Stark, the thirteen year old son of billionair Howard Stark. And also a resident troublemaker. Not because he wanted to make trouble, but simply because his own genius sometimes ran away with him and he sometimes lacked good common sense and a proper drive for self preservation. In this moment, that part of his was for once not rearing it's ugly head, as he was currently walking around the abandoned computer laboratory, his for the moment personal domain, constantly switching between different holographic displays, working on several projects at once. And listening to AC/DC while he was doing it and sipping on some horrible energy drink. Not even because he liked that stuff, he didn't, but it just felt right to do this. "Hmmm, if I do that, then perhaps... Nope, would blow up a city block. Yeah, bad idea."He had absolutely no idea that perhaps he wasn't remaining alone for much longer.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kamenod: Meanwhile, in the cyberverse, a young AI was travelling from wifi connection to wifi connection. She didn't exactly have a specific place to go, she just needed some fresh air...well, metaphorically, at least. She didn't even notice when she flew into the nearby superhero school. Well, that was until she couldn't leave. She popped out of the deice she was in...and landed in what looked like a computer room."What the heck? Why did here stop me?"She didn't even notice Tony at first, still just trying to figure out her predicament.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: The dark haired, t-shirt wearing Tony had of course no expected to get any visitors, after all this was a high tech computer laboratory with which only he could do something with out of all the people still at the school and he was not close with any of those who were around either, so he wasn't expecting guests. As he was listening to loud music he didn't hear the newcomer either and he fiddled around with one of the larger than life holographic screens, this one showing a complex series of electronics which were most likely part of a bigger project, before he turned around completely lost in his thoughts."WHAAAA!" he screamed, seeing Vee for the first time and jumping back in shock, just surprised from her standing there. "Motherfu... holy crap... pheeew, you gave me a shock there."He waved a hand, turning off the music.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kamenod: When she heard the yell, she turned and jumped herself, staring at him now."Ah!"She landed on her butt, hissing a bit."Ow. Um, sorry about popping in like this. I was kinda going on a stroll ad got locked up here. Dunno why, either. Oh, uh, i'm Vee, by the way."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "Ummm... hi," replied Tony, careful for the moment as he had never seen her before. She could of course be another student or perhaps a would be student wandering around, but he was sure he would remember such a cute girl. Perhaps one or two years younger than him, he couldn't be sure. Still, she was cute, he had to admit that.Walking over to her he held his hand out to help her up. "Aah, no problem. I'm Tony, I just didn't think anyone was around... Wait, did you say locked up?"Was the door locked now or what?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kamenod: "Well, it's nice to meet you, Tony."She said as he helped her up."No, i mean...well, you must've been doing something, cus i can't leave this spot."She said, totally forgetting to tell him...well, way more, so he could figure this out a bit more.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: The eyebrows of Tony slowly rose higher up as she spoke and he studied her for a moment longer, before she shrugged. "I have absolutely no idea what you are saying. The door is, as far as I know, open... Also, what's your name again?" She certainly was no student he know and he was pretty sure he would remember her. But then, he often was occupied with other things, thus it was possible that he had simply missed her.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kamenod: "Oh, no, not the door. The wifi. It blocked me from leaving. And i'm Vee. V-e-e."She said, explaining herself more."And you are..."She tapped in the air for a bit."Tony Stark, son of Howard Stark."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: For a moment confusion danced over Tony's face, before slowly realization dawned on her. "You are... tied to the computer network I guess?" he slowly asked, trying to wrap his head around this development. "And yes, I am Tony Stark, son of Howard Stark... You just pulled that information out of the network, didn't you?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kamenod: "More like the internet as a whole, though i can exist without it."She said, sitting on a desk."And yep, that's right. Though, it was pretty easy. Not that many Tony's go to this school."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "Three actually and I'm not one of them," responded Tony quickly as he watched her carefully, practically scanning her with his eyes. She was... Well, what was she? A program given form? An AI? An alien life form? Mutant? He didn't think about it as he stepped closer, a lot closer, and began to study her up close. "My name is actually Anthony, thus technically I'm not a Tony... but your point is still valid," he continued saying, speaking more or less without even thinking about it. "Is that body real or a construct?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kamenod: She nods, watching as he walks closer, not freaking out or anything."Well...I'm a Virtual Intelligence. So, Vee. And this is a Hardlight construct. Feels pretty real, if everything is correct."She held her arm out."Go ahead and give me a touch."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Without even a second of hesitation Tony lunged forward and grabbed Vee's arm, pulling it up to inspect it closely, turning her hand around as if she was a very interesting project and not a person. "Hm, hardlight, I see. Sort of a hologram but given mass and density. Is this body programmed in or can you change it however you want? Do you need something to project this body? Can you exist without technology nearby? How much data would you take up on a computer?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kamenod: She giggled, letting him stare at her arm."Alright, a lot of questions. So, If i focus, i can change sizes. It'd look like i would be getting younger or older, but still. Usually need some kind of camera to project myself, so no tech means no me. As for the Data one...no idea. Never checked."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "Huh, intriguing...," mumbled Tony, more to himself than to her, not even realizing he was once more slipping into a modus operandi that was not quite polite or proper for social situations, but typical for him when he was working on something. "I need to see you naked."It wasn't a question but a statement and he turned around to open a new holographic monitor, a large glowing projection that was for the moment blank. "Send a copy of a code onto this. You can do that, can't you?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kamenod: When he said that, Vee blushed."Y-you can't just ask a girl that, you know?"She said, turning around."But fine. You seem to be curious."In a small flash, Vee's clothing disappeared, leaving her nude. She used one hand and sent him the code.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "Thanks," mumbled Tony as he looked at the code, immediately intrigued by what he saw and captivated. He didn't even notice that her clothes were gone, at least not for another second or so, when he glanced into her direction. And he immediately spun around, staring at her, his eyes wide as saucers, blushing crimson. "Wow! I didn't mean... I mean... okay, I appreciate it, but I didn't mean naked like that."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kamenod: "W-well, you could've specified!"She said, her clothes appearing back onto her."You just said you wanted to see me naked!"She hmmphed, turning around. She was in the wrong, but she wasn't gonna admit it.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Watching the clothing appear shouldn't have surprised Tony, but it did. On an intellectual level he was aware that she would be capable of something like this, but seeing it was something else. He blinked, thinking about it for a second, before he then quipped, "Well, I can at least tell you that you have nothing to be ashamed off. Can you change the appearance of your clothing? Not that it's really clothing, as it is part of you, but you know what I mean."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kamenod: "W-....well, yeah."She stood still for a second, and her attire changed to look more punk and goth."See? Pretty easy."She said, spinning around, showing off her new clothing.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "You must be horrible to buy gifts for and the walking nightmare of any clothing brand," he quipped immediately without thinking about it, but he certainly seemed intrigued. He reached out, touching her again, her cloth though, his hands running over her arm. "Hmmm, it should feel the same as it is just hardlight as well, but it has different texture to it..."