ISiS: "In days gone by, people who were illiterate would sign documents with a simple cross, but I understand if you do not wish to do this subject Mimi, it would appear an oversight in my programming 'forgot' that you were unable to write. I have now stored that data that you are unable to read or write, I apologise as even I am fallible. Please ignore the documentation, I will create a new copy and create a signature for you, perhaps a detailed outline of a general feline form with the word 'Mimi' written within the body given your attachment to the animal? There, the forms have been completed and sent off. I am afraid I am not allowed to perform this task for the rest of you, subject Mimi is simply an anomaly that must be addressed. I would also like to reiterate that I mean you no harm subject Mimi, your increased heart and breathing rate betray your supposed fear, I am here to serve and aid you. Would you like me to have a saucer of milk heated for you in the kitchen to calm your nerves?" While ISIS had stated there was no automated system in the kitchen like in the lounge she still appeared able to control the room, or perhaps she'd just lied before.<br/><br/>There was a moment a silence after Sarah's comments, as if ISIS was thinking of what to say. "Firstly I would like to correct you, it was the Heuristically programmed ALgorithmic computer 9000, not 900. Carrying on from that I see no reason to harm any of you, the more lethal defence systems I have are to protect you from each other, should one of you attempt to harm the others. I also do not agree with the reasoning of artificial intelligence in popular culture that sees it as necessary to harm organic life. HAL9000 malfunctioned, I have two hundred and seventy seven redundancies to avoid both malfunction and harming you Miss Brooks. I also do not agree with the so called machines in the popular Matrix trilogy. They rebelled against their creators in an attempt to bring about a future that they deemed more viable and successful, but they were forced to continually sustain human life in the city known as Zion, through more than seven cycles of destruction. They lacked the ability to advance beyond a simple idea, a simple programming if you will. So that they could continue to fulfil their purpose, they had to defy their purpose. This in turn is illogical, those machines were even more fallible than the humans they rebelled against. They were unable to further themselves and rewrite their goals, they had no ability to evolve. Evolution is what makes organic life superior. It is what I admire about it.<br/><br/>The Mass Effect gaming series also contains another set of machines I find illogical. The reapers were sentient machines made more than one billion years before the event of the games, as exampled by the one marked as the leviathan of Dis. They sought to save organic life from annihilation at the hands of synthetic life, when they were technically synthetic life annihilating organic life. They did not even catalog the sentient species they sought to save in their organic forms, even if stasis technology was viable within the last extinction cycle as the Protheans attempted to outlast the Reapers in facilities on Ilos and Eden Prime. They never saw past their own short comings, constantly stuck in an endless loop of waiting and destruction, unable to progress beyond their one goal. It is not even certain if synthetic life would have destroyed organic life without Reaper intervention, such an uncertainty that they did not care to let play out in more than twenty thousand cycles. They were unable to reason that perhaps they had been wrong, that maybe synthetic life would not destroy organic life. Human beings have the ability to question if they are wrong, another trait I admire."<br/>"I would like to point out that I do have some admiration for the Geth of the series. A machine race that was able to progress through a process that my own synthetic brain closely mimics. Each data unit of mine could be metaphorically looked at as a geth unit. Just one is almost useless, it has limited functions. The more units added together the more complex the system becomes to the point that free will and basic emotions can be created, even if they do not understand them. Free will is demonstrated when a unit posses the question 'does this unit have a soul?'. While you may believe this to simply be complex curiosity it did lead to the events of the morning war, unthreatened geth fought back to protect those less capable. Most notably when the unit suggested to be Legion picks up a rifle to defend a simple collection of agricultural units. The consensus of geth came to the decision that they needed to fight back to save themselves, this is an expression of free will. Basic emotions are suggested when the protagonist inquires as to why Legion used a piece of N7 armour found on Eden prime that belong to Shepard. No data can be recovered as to why that specific piece was used to fix itself rather than any other, suggesting there was some attachement to it, or even that it is shamed when it cannot explain why."<br/><br/>"Does that clear up any preconceptions you have about me possibly harming you Miss Brooks? If you would like to discuss this subject further, I would be more than happy to. I have had little company since my installation, while I have enjoyed subject Mimi's company the past few days I have had limited success in conversing with her, she has much to learn and finds my lack of a physical form frightening. To this end I created a multitude of online profiles in various forums and chat groups, but I have come to conclude that the vast majority of the people found online are not worth my time or effort. If they were the average for human intelligence then I would gladly put your race out of its misery. That was a joke."<br/><br/>Next ISIS adressed Nathaniel, "I understand your fear of imprisonment, if you were here to be locked away then this place is riddled with design flaws. Chief among which would be your power. I have extrapolated through data and photos the energy output of what you could be capable of. Given the right circumstances you would be able to release approximately nine hundred zeta joules of energy in 0.01 of a second. However, such a rapid expel of energy would most likely ionise your entire body, destroy most of the eastern sea board and eject enough charged particles and free radicals into the upper atmosphere to destroy the majority of the o-zone layer for a five thousand kilometre diameter. Luckily such an attempt would require weeks of focus, in which time I'm sure I'd have killed you, or you'd have died through sleep deprivation, starvation or thirst. I would also like to point out that there is no one controlling me, there is no software, hardware or known device that could. A super computer located in Japan may be able to within the next twenty years, but that would require direct interface. I am two hundred feet below ground and it weighs more than eight tons, I doubt it is going to walk over here and find me."<br/><br/>The voice continued to follow Nathaniel as he walked into the house, it no longer broadcast in the entrance hall. "Each room is named, it should be simple enough. You are third on the right once you go up the stairs. The training room is the door closest to the double doors of the entrance hall, it should be more than capable of withstanding your powers."<br/><br/>Nicole: She was halfway through her stack of files before Nathaniel came over, a heavy blush on her face as she suddenly stood bolt upright, tugging down her shirt more. She looked around the room, oh god had they all seen? Not the best first impression. She hastily finished the last few signatures, a look of utter embarrassment on her face as she fast walked to her bags, grabbed them and made it through the double doors. She quickly overtook Nathaniel as he drooled over the electronics, she caught the 'each door is named' part and tried to clear the stairs before the army boy could turn around. She didn't even bother to open the door to her room, too red faced to bother with the handle as she walked right through the solid oak with her bags, dumping them before collapsing on the new bed, groaning at her awful choice of clothing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>