[ henry begins to answer, slipping into concentration as he tries to remember. it's interesting, how often people he introduces to robobee start referring to it as him when henry has never even named it. all of them probably would've. maybe it says something about him that he still doesn't think of it that way.
robobee lands delicately on andy's arm and blinks rapidly for a couple seconds. ]
Oh. Ten years and two months. Thank you. I was very... shy [ not the right word, but close enough ] when I was a kid. RoboBee was supposed to help me interpret the world, express myself, etcetera.
[ he's very curious about how smart the little robot is. it seems to be able to parse language well enough, but there's a difference between something like alexa and actual AI. ]
[ henry tilts his head at this speculation, raising an eyebrow in confusion. and actually he's having a hard time pinpointing what seems weird to him about that statement. henry does have a habit of talking to it like its autonomous, but in the same way someone talks to themselves. it's just thinking out loud. ]
He's a computer, Andy. You don't have to compliment it, it's not alive. And it's not... separate from me. It thinks what I think. It does what I think. Just makes it more organized. Out here, instead of in here- [ he pokes robobee before tapping his own temple, but that still might not make sense. if he was any good at explaining concepts like this, he wouldn't need the bee. ]
But because it's magic it can do things any other drone wouldn't be able to understand how to do. It just already knows what I want from it. That's what makes it valuable.
The next gen of those. They looked like a mix of gremlins with a baby bird. I don't think they ate, but they learned a few things and could communicate with other furbys.
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[ henry begins to answer, slipping into concentration as he tries to remember. it's interesting, how often people he introduces to robobee start referring to it as him when henry has never even named it. all of them probably would've. maybe it says something about him that he still doesn't think of it that way.
robobee lands delicately on andy's arm and blinks rapidly for a couple seconds. ]
Oh. Ten years and two months. Thank you. I was very... shy [ not the right word, but close enough ] when I was a kid. RoboBee was supposed to help me interpret the world, express myself, etcetera.
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[ he's very curious about how smart the little robot is. it seems to be able to parse language well enough, but there's a difference between something like alexa and actual AI. ]
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He's a computer, Andy. You don't have to compliment it, it's not alive. And it's not... separate from me. It thinks what I think. It does what I think. Just makes it more organized. Out here, instead of in here- [ he pokes robobee before tapping his own temple, but that still might not make sense. if he was any good at explaining concepts like this, he wouldn't need the bee. ]
But because it's magic it can do things any other drone wouldn't be able to understand how to do. It just already knows what I want from it. That's what makes it valuable.
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[ obviously, since henry was willing to risk his life.
it's weird though, that henry seems to be making an effort to make it clear it's a thing, like people didn't get attached to their tamagotchis. ]
I had a furby when I was a kid.
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[ like a pacemaker.
henry recalls robobee, which lands just on the shell of his ear, and goes back to petting the wolf while he considers andy's statement. ]
What is a furby?
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I never liked it much, but there was a big boom for a while.
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