[ there's an immediate twinge in him, hearing the AI called 'thing' and 'it', but it wasn't that long ago Sam was doing the same thing. Couldn't see them as more than wires and gears and programming. No one gets it until they experience it, and that's okay. He just smiles back, looking down at the little droid (only about a foot tall), that seems somewhat startled over the sudden attention. ]
His name's Daniel and I made him. I wrote the AI code, at least. Angel helped me put together the platform.
[ as that was still when he hardly knew anything about tech, even with the bits and pieces he held onto from his old life. Sam shifts some, peering down at Daniel and tilts his head. ]
He, um. He doesn't really do anything. Just whatever he wants to, honestly. [ well, he keeps track of dates, after Sam asked him to, and tends to remind him of things from home now and again, but none of it is written in directive. at least, as far as Sam knows. He was sort of in a techno-trance at the time. ] He draws. There's a stack of scribbles somewhere in my room.
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His name's Daniel and I made him. I wrote the AI code, at least. Angel helped me put together the platform.
[ as that was still when he hardly knew anything about tech, even with the bits and pieces he held onto from his old life. Sam shifts some, peering down at Daniel and tilts his head. ]
He, um. He doesn't really do anything. Just whatever he wants to, honestly. [ well, he keeps track of dates, after Sam asked him to, and tends to remind him of things from home now and again, but none of it is written in directive. at least, as far as Sam knows. He was sort of in a techno-trance at the time. ] He draws. There's a stack of scribbles somewhere in my room.