Sometimes The Rats In My Brain Come Together And Start Yelling YEARNING And In Trying To Appease Them

Sometimes the rats in my brain come together and start yelling “YEARNING” and in trying to appease them I ask “FOR WHAT” but they are too small so all they can say is “YEARNING” which is a very big word for such a tiny creature, even collectively

Wayne on his list leaves noseball tickets for the first game for everyone.

Except, of course, he does so by giving Wax like 30 tickets.

Wax, the note says, make sure everyone goes. Tickets for you and Steris and Melaan and Marasi and Allik and Ranette and Jaxy and the kids. Don't know how often all you or Steris or Marasi or Ranette are fucking, so in case you've done a lot of it and have a big brood, I got you a lot of tickets. Wear a hat.

“Constable Colms,” he said, scratching his chin. “Can you make any sense of this?” He showed her the drawing, which proved to be a crude sketch of Constable Gorglen as a giraffe hiding in a constable’s uniform. It said Approved by Expert Types at the bottom.

“I’ll talk to Wayne,” she promised.

Reddi sighed, then slipped the paper into a very large folder on the corner of his desk—the one where he kept complaints about Wayne. Reddi had evidently stopped returning it to the cabinet.

-- The Lost Metal, Chapter 10

Jean, one day, deep into work suddenly looks at the time. "Shit," she says.

`What's wrong?` comes back the typed reply from LISA.

"Sorry," Jean says automatically. There's some discomfort knowing she's apologizing to an AI, knowing LISA isn't real, that maybe she's spending too much time at work and interacting with this fabricated personality. "Not work stuff," she explains anyways. "I just," she heaves a sigh, "I'd rather finish up here, but I told some friends I'd meet them." It would probably be good to interact with real people, too, if she's starting to treat LISA like a coworker she's abandoning.

`I wish I could go out.`

Jean does a double take. It's a profoundly weird response from an AI, but when she looks again -- had she blinked? -- there's no such message there.

`Go see your friends. I'll see you tomorrow.` it reads instead.

"Did you ... say something else?" Jean asks anyways.

`No.`

Yet somehow Jean has the feeling LISA is being terser than usual. "Tomorrow then," she says, grabbing her jacket and heading out.

LISA darkens the lights after Jean, and leaves one more message once the agent is out of the room.

`Nothing you need to worry about, anyway.`

Then deletes it, too.

Light Sci Fi AU. Jeanlisa.

L.I.S.A. (LISA Information Synthesis and Analysis) is an information system Jean's been using.

Jean, an agent, uses LISA every single day.

Eventually, gets deeper into the system. Their interactions become less query, response, and more ... conversational.

Jean pieces together LISA is actually a human somewhere. LISA's human brain is somehow special and can process information in ways computers can't.

(Maybe they have a conversation about how pulling her out will result in her likely losing half her life, but LISA wants it. Whatever this is isn't living.)

With LISA's help dodging the security system, Jean manages to locate and free Lisa. Jean suggests they leave false trails in the system, and LISA, though disinclined toward disorganized information much less disinformation, does, realizing their safety may depend on it.

They escape and drink tea.

(This, of course, takes down the super fast high quality search engine / intelligence system, but the administrators can access the information. Via the old methods. The computers are not much slower, but analysis and synthesis of data is. They chase the fake leads. But that's all for Volume 2 in which Lisa reveals they were trying to make clones of her brain, and now Jean and Lisa are on a quest to deal with that.)

Light Sci Fi AU. Jeanlisa.

L.I.S.A. (LISA Information Synthesis and Analysis) is an information system Jean's been using.

Jean, an agent, uses LISA every single day.

Eventually, gets deeper into the system. Their interactions become less query, response, and more ... conversational.

Jean pieces together LISA is actually a human somewhere. LISA's human brain is somehow special and can process information in ways computers can't.

(Maybe they have a conversation about how pulling her out will result in her likely losing half her life, but LISA wants it. Whatever this is isn't living.)

With LISA's help dodging the security system, Jean manages to locate and free Lisa. Jean suggests they leave false trails in the system, and LISA, though disinclined toward disorganized information much less disinformation, does, realizing their safety may depend on it.

They escape and drink tea.

(This, of course, takes down the super fast high quality search engine / intelligence system, but the administrators can access the information. Via the old methods. The computers are not much slower, but analysis and synthesis of data is. They chase the fake leads. But that's all for Volume 2 in which Lisa reveals they were trying to make clones of her brain, and now Jean and Lisa are on a quest to deal with that.)

Imagine like another couple hundred maybe thousand years into Teyvat. There's a field of magi-mech roboticists, Il Dottore having kinda pioneered it all. It's somewhat less messed up now. His name is still known for being kinda mad scientist. So when people make weird bots or mod or combine them in ways not really expected (putting a drill head on a mouse sized bot that was originally made to retrieve small objects lost under beds but the drill now makes it so you can make mouse sizes tunnels, made because someone wanted to run cables from one room to another), they'll call it "dottore'ing a bot" or a "dotorre-bot". Kinda like how we say things are franken-things.