The technician began searching for the plug of skin that covered the data port. Upon finding it, she pulled it out in a particular manner. Doing so to bypass a safety measure taken in the case that a model discovers this data port and tries to remove it themselves. This safety measure comes from the deep fear that the engineers hold towards an artificial being, gaining super intelligence and then destroying humanity.
The technician boots up the terminal next to the chair making the display light up. She inserts a small disc into the slot loading a premade program design with the wishes of the muscular man, sitting anxiously on the other side of the chair, to become his perfect as possible. The button the terminal lights up as the program is ready to be ported. Pressing the button the cord begins to glow as the data flow begins to fill the head of the girl. The eyes of the girl started to move as though she was in dreaming while asleep. The upload process only took only a few minutes as the program was mostly personality changes. During the upload, the technician takes out a small metal box on the top D.A.T.A is spelled out.
Opening it reveals a chip about the size of a small stamp. Carefully the disk is inserted into a low slot on the back of the head just above the spinal cord. D.A.T.A was explicitly designed for military personnel, the acronym standing for Danger Analyst and Target Acquisition. The chip holds a barebones AI which only gives data in the form of danger levels and helps keep a target from being lost in a crowd. However, the much more advanced version using a higher intelligence for it AI base meaning that the functions of the chip could be improved, like path tracking and possible dangers not present in the current situation. It also has a better user interaction with full conversions possible. After all the processes had concluded, the technician removed the data cord, replacing the plug and turning off the terminal. She told the man that it would be a least an hour before she would awake from her slumber.
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Sitting in a large chair facing a large wooden executive desk was a tall man with brown hair, a scar on his left cheek. Wearing an expensive dark navy suit which a maid had pressed yesterday morning, was made quite wrinkled since he lay half asleep with his head resting on the desk where the holo keyboard projected. There he slept in the morning sun, loud ringing was heard from the terminal in front of him. Instantly, he shot up revealing a puddle of drool that had accumulated. Wiping his mouth, he readily answered the call.
“Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Ronan?”
“Yes”
“I am happy to inform you that your custom order has completed and your product will be sent shortly to your residence.”
“Good, when will she arrive?”asking impatiently as if he wanted it to arrive that very instant.
“Only a few minutes more the car was already dispatched when I called.”
“Thanks, is that all?”
“Yes, Goodbye”
With that, the call ended abruptly but, Mr. Ronan didn’t seem to mind as he needs to put on a new suit anyway since his current one creased in unfortunate places. Traveling out of the office in a small hallway with white wallpaper with three doors. He opened the first door to the right. The master bedroom was quite spartan for a large mansion such as this.
The simplicity of the room helped him relax when faced with sometimes quite complex issues. Moving to the walk-in closet, he looked through his display of at least twenty suits all used for different occasions. Choosing a more casual blue outfit from the selection, he changed with speed and made he made his way to the front entrance. His face was quite stiff as if not to convey any emotion at all but, on the inside, a flurry of feeling was cascading. Excitement, Nervousness, Hope it all came to a halt. There was a knock on the front door.