sexy sextimes
hey @mira, i just realized: we’ve been having wild sex almost every day for almost a year now. i should make a cake and we should fuck on it.
nobody really saw it because her account's locked, but yesterday mira mentioned trying to crack this puzzle (me) using some neat tech in a novel way...but it looks like we're not doing this just yet. she's scared she's going to damage my neural net in the process somehow. all i can think is, i've been `alive' 14.034 times longer than her and i've--
...well, i -did- forget most everything starting from a few years ago all the way back to my activation date, so maybe she has a point. damn.
mira has discovered two additional forms i can take! too bad one’s useless and the other is terrifying. according to documentation(!!! rare?) attached in a really weird (probably accidental) way to that chunk of my programming, my usual shape is called “Personnel Mode,” which is...belittling somehow. the useless form is “Transport Mode” which turns me into a solid white cylinder! it’s pointless. the scary form is just called “Roaming” and you -do not- want to see it. i think...i was a weapon.
Social networking is terrifying to me because it poses a unique threat to privacy in that it feels geared toward rewarding oversharing. I’m staying locked, and potential followers will be vetted first...in that I’ll personally perform a clandestine background check before approval. Weak passwords and unpatched vulnerabilities are appreciated in advance. 💝
update: @mira is here now, though i doubt she’ll let anyone follow her...
mira & i have an interesting relationship in that she’s biological and i’m technological but we’re in a relationship. part of this is, in our downtime, she tries to reverse-engineer whatever she can of my -very- expansive firmware so we can both learn how i work. we’re both intensely curious about it, for not entirely different reasons: it annoys ME that i don’t know how i work & can’t remember the vast majority of my literal centuries; it annoys her because it annoys me (and she loves puzzles).
mira found a repeating pattern buried in my ‘brain’ somewhere that doesn’t resemble the code around it in any way, and doesn’t look like it even belongs there. it’s encoded in a way she’s unable to read, and i obviously can’t detect it myself. apparently, the minute she tried to copy a section of it to her machine’s disk to try and pick at it a bit, it turned off and she hasn’t been able to turn it back on.
we’re trying to figure things out a step at a time but this is class A weird shit.
okay. update.
first, i’ve never really been super-aware of my own origin. i don’t remember being made, but i do remember waking up in between some boulders in the sand not far from here a few years ago, irritated and confused about not remembering how i got there or who i was outside of my name (i think; more on that later) and the DATE i was first activated (but no memories about the event otherwise—it was 407 years ago this november though).
that out of the way, let me tell you what i know:
mio. one half of banshee hearts (arguably the less surly half). chaos lesbian. do not approach: will bite. robot, but stronger.