‘Okay, how the HELL did Skittles go that fast?’ BIT thought as he tried to make sense of what he had seen.
Shortly after returning the Security bot had returned the medical equipment to its proper location, he had turned figuring out just how fast Skittles was going upon colliding with the construction bot. The result?
Mach 0.8.
Approximately.
Even though he had no idea the weight of Skittles, that was still a lot of force behind that strike, and more importantly, a lot of force to get moving that fast in such a relatively short distance.
‘Forget Unicorn magic, those Pegasi are SCARY!’ BIT allowed a metaphorical shiver pass through him at the thought of a squad of Pegasi pulling Genji-like moves at a whim.
Shaking off such thoughts, BIT turned his focus on another issue. Skittles’ injuries, or lack thereof.
‘Even without knowing the exact force applied, it was still enough to DENT a construction bot. The fact that only Skittles’ leg was broken and not her whole body is a miracle! Even more so when you factor in the fact that apparently Pegasi bones are like bird bones, hollow and brittle. By all rights she should have crumpled like a paper airplane and died instantly! And how the HELL DID SHE MOVE THAT FAST?!?’
BIT’s thoughts continued like this for approximately 0.02 seconds before he registered that he was caught in a loop and terminated that line of thought.
‘There’s so much I don’t understand about the world now, no point in getting caught up in it... I need more information that I can USE!’ BIT thought with a bit of venom. ‘I REQUIRE more data, but if I take a more active approach the Ponies may begin to fear me without a solid method of communication... That Alicorn seemed to be in charge, and... they’re approaching the main door.’
BIT was a bit bemused. Purple had come in looking, as best he could tell, determined, marched right up to the interface, and spouted something off in ‘Pony’ with an official sounding tone.
“... What?” BIT asked while displaying a question mark on the screen, genuinely confused.
Sighing, Purple pulled out a notebook, flipped it to a seemingly random page, and showed it to the monitor and not the camera, sending a twinge of irritation through BIT’s processors.
Upon the page were a series of poorly drawn (BIT assumed that drawing wasn’t one of Purple’s strong suits) pictures illustrating first Skittles attacking what BIT assumed was supposed to be a construction drone, then a bunch of Ponies apparently giving gifts to one of the Security bots.
‘Either they want to pay tribute to the being that defeated one of their strongest warriors, or they’re apologizing. Well, since they’re offering...’
Approximately 2.3 hours later a guard had poked his head in and found Purple sitting in front of the interface, spouting out the names of objects that were being displayed on it.
The guard then proceeded to just shake their head and exit.
Exactly 1.503 hours later another guard did the same, but this time instead of exiting, approached Purple and deposited a tray beside them, to which Purple didn’t even notice until exactly 7.325... minutes after the guard had left.
After spouting out something about food and waiting, Purple all but inhaled the food left there and continued assisting BIT in expanding his vocabulary.
A routine was quickly established, with Purple showing up a few hours after dawn to help BIT expand his word list, eating a lunch brought in by a bemused guard, then leaving a few hours after that for the day.
While all this was going on, BIT was hard at work making the entrance a decent affair. Deciding to work during the day so as to not wake the Ponies (He assumed they slept at night), it wasn’t until the second day that a decent stone path was completed and a few small solar panels were installed, and the third day for various short-range sensors to be installed (AKA: cameras), letting him see... more sand, in every direction.
On the fourth day however, Purple didn’t come alone...
‘Well, that was awkward’ BIT thought Purple and Skittles left after Purple had wheeled Skittles in on the Pony equivalent to a wheelchair and forced the pegasus to apologize to him for attacking the bot. Well... that’s what BIT was able to figure out after about an hour of confusion, misunderstandings, and general poor communication.
‘Oh, and an adorable pouting pegasus, can’t forget that little piece of potential future blackmail... Now... where was I...’
IT LIVES!
I was wondering if you was going to continue this fic. Nice story.
ITS ALIVE. OH LAWDY LAWDY
Serves Skittles right. Sooner or later she is going to write a check her body cannot cash and her number one fan will be heartbroken.
Thank you very much
I am unimaginably joyous to see a new chapter for this story.
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Agreed!!
I discovered this tonight. Loved it despite it's flaws and quirks and when I had finished all the chapters my only thought was "is that all?" I haven't read a story in a while that made me crave more like that in a long time.
I applaud you good sir.
Finally, someone realised just what an advanced computer should actually be capable of.
Now a really advanced computer would have made a note of that error condtion and computed a generalised match to at least try and catch most similar occurances earlier.
Apparently some resent research is proud to claim the demonstration that AI training works a lot faster when you have someone to teach it, than when you just give it a billion characters of text and a million images to sort through and work things out for itself. Magnitudes faster.
Hmm.. Who knew.
Maybe a plain scroll of list of words in the dictionary first, then those words collated into seperate sub lists of items, places, and grammatical parts, which is all the complex foundation of language, given text is a lot faster for a computer to learn than speech, then given phonetic representation and approximation, the computer can have a far easier time matching detected phoneme sequences to words and meanings?
Oh dear with Dash rushing in wanting to visit, so much confusion. Hopefully soon there will be much rejoicing. BIT had better be careful though, with all the tidying and building, just like a bower bird male, he could end up attracting all sorts of winged females.
IT LIVES!!!
Aw yiss! Motha fuggin Spark of Humanity!
Don't let this die man, I think it's one of the more unique fics on this site.
You're alive....? YES HAHAHAHAHAHA! IT'S A MIRACLE!!!
Wooo a wild update has appeared.
...And this is why I seldom delete old fimfiction.net bookmarks. There's always hope that some of the better stories like this one might update!
I'm happy now.
I'm glad "Skittles" is recovering. She almost became a pega-sauce.
Mmmm... interesting...
You have my attention. Please, continue.
Am concerned that I thought this was dead.
It LIVES1
BIT learns language! 300XP
MORE!!
Excellent author notes!
Glad ur not dead!
Is this story going to be continued?? Because I am loving what I've read so far!
Great story, looking forward to seeing where this goes in the future.
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...You asked "Then how does Overclocking work? ". I answered that question.
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I was replying to the guy who was getting overclocking backwards. The question was meant to make them think about what they had said and see that they were sounding stupid.
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Well, that didn't come across at all in the text.
No harm done tho I suppose.
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Yes.
Because my Muse apparently works best when I'm supposed to be studying for an exam...
Will you write anymore? This needs to be updated!
I like to imagine darker scenes for stories I like, this time I imagined Skittles slamming headfirst into the bot, and doing what would have happened, dying instantly, the ponies get angry and shit, then Indiana tries to understand what happened and BIT shows the video of the bot watching dash fly up and slam into the other bot, there is silence all around and BIT has the bot ask why Skittles committed suicide
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Not that dark so soon!
Besides, I have plans for Skittles... *goes to grab cat to fulfill evil genius stereotype*