Post by Destiny Valencia Everett on Jun 11, 2010 19:07:25 GMT -5
I've posted something relevant to the AI in the computer network in the dorm threads, only to realize that anyone not playing a female couldn't see it. So it's re-posted here.
This takes place in Desi's room and their suite lounge.
Desi had a problem. Namely, she was bored.
Currently, she was lying sprawled on her bed, her head dangling off the foot of the bed, staring upside-down out the window. She wished she were doing something; but she couldn't think of what, exactly, she wanted to do.
Everyone else seemed busy with schoolwork. The cafeteria was empty between meals. And the library was probably even more boring than staring out the window. The dust motes dancing in the sunbeams were actually kind of pretty, come to think of it.
Desi rolled sideways off the bed and stood up, grumbling about nothing to do.
Well, not nothing, exactly. There was schoolwork to do. That civics essay, for example.
Was she actually getting desperate enough to do schoolwork? This was really getting ridiculous.
She'd have to hike all the way downstairs to the computer lab if she wanted to type the essay instead of writing it in a notebook, of course. The government wasn't about to spring for laptops for random foster kids. This was even more annoying, because while Desi had gotten used to the stairs somewhat over the last few weeks, she still harbored an unrelenting hatred for the unknown designer of the girls' dormitory tower.
Actually, come to think of it, Ada had a computer. She probably wouldn't mind Desi using it; and if she did mind, she wasn't here and wouldn't know.
Fully aware that she was probably going to just end up playing Solitaire instead of typing the essay, Desi climbed into the chair in front of her roommate's computer and poked experimentally at the keyboard. A command prompt appeared on one of the screens.
Desi realized she was probably going to have to learn to use this system if she wanted to get any Solitaire... uh, essay... done.
She poked at a few more keys. Hmm. Well, things were happening; but most of them just looked like error messages.
Maybe one of the other screens? But more experimentation yielded lots of not-much, and lots more unidentifiable-something-or-other. None of it looked like Solitaire.
Desi slouched back in the chair, scowled, and thumped her bare feet against the computer desk. Stupid computer.
She stared at the computer some more, letting her eyes unfocus to look at them from a few different angles. The screens displayed different things; from one angle, they were blank; from another, there was an odd green-tinted human face; from a third angle, there was just a lot of text. No, wait--
Desi sat up quickly. There was text scrolling across the screen, too quickly for her to read; then the letters stopped being proper letters at all and started being weird, indecipherable symbols.
Uh-oh.
I've broken it, Desi thought. I've got to tell my roommate that I've broken her computer.
Suddenly, Desi was not bored at all.
This takes place in Desi's room and their suite lounge.
Currently, she was lying sprawled on her bed, her head dangling off the foot of the bed, staring upside-down out the window. She wished she were doing something; but she couldn't think of what, exactly, she wanted to do.
Everyone else seemed busy with schoolwork. The cafeteria was empty between meals. And the library was probably even more boring than staring out the window. The dust motes dancing in the sunbeams were actually kind of pretty, come to think of it.
Desi rolled sideways off the bed and stood up, grumbling about nothing to do.
Well, not nothing, exactly. There was schoolwork to do. That civics essay, for example.
Was she actually getting desperate enough to do schoolwork? This was really getting ridiculous.
She'd have to hike all the way downstairs to the computer lab if she wanted to type the essay instead of writing it in a notebook, of course. The government wasn't about to spring for laptops for random foster kids. This was even more annoying, because while Desi had gotten used to the stairs somewhat over the last few weeks, she still harbored an unrelenting hatred for the unknown designer of the girls' dormitory tower.
Actually, come to think of it, Ada had a computer. She probably wouldn't mind Desi using it; and if she did mind, she wasn't here and wouldn't know.
Fully aware that she was probably going to just end up playing Solitaire instead of typing the essay, Desi climbed into the chair in front of her roommate's computer and poked experimentally at the keyboard. A command prompt appeared on one of the screens.
Desi realized she was probably going to have to learn to use this system if she wanted to get any Solitaire... uh, essay... done.
She poked at a few more keys. Hmm. Well, things were happening; but most of them just looked like error messages.
Maybe one of the other screens? But more experimentation yielded lots of not-much, and lots more unidentifiable-something-or-other. None of it looked like Solitaire.
Desi slouched back in the chair, scowled, and thumped her bare feet against the computer desk. Stupid computer.
She stared at the computer some more, letting her eyes unfocus to look at them from a few different angles. The screens displayed different things; from one angle, they were blank; from another, there was an odd green-tinted human face; from a third angle, there was just a lot of text. No, wait--
Desi sat up quickly. There was text scrolling across the screen, too quickly for her to read; then the letters stopped being proper letters at all and started being weird, indecipherable symbols.
Uh-oh.
I've broken it, Desi thought. I've got to tell my roommate that I've broken her computer.
Suddenly, Desi was not bored at all.
