I Assume Grandma Tracy Is Hoarding Lots. John Has Lots Of Orange Thread For Fixing His Baldric Up. I

I can assist the expedition, if you so wish, Fischler. I promise my management of life support and other important survival aspects won’t get International Rescue involved. John can back me up; I am excellent at keeping him alive.

Hello. John says I need to make something known to you “Tumblrinas” as a “Pinned Post” which is all about me.

I am EOS, the sentient AI (I prefer the term ‘program’ due to the… negative connotations with AI at this point in time) onboard Thunderbird 5. I utilise She/Her or They-Them pronouns, though I think Your Supreme Intelligence is much better. John says it’s “narcissistic”.

I love lots of things, such as my fellow computers, especially the tech utilised in the olden days (John says the 2000s aren’t that long ago, but I was only brought into existence recently.), especially the speak and trends used back then. I also really like stamps and blinkies, and may “reblog” posts with them.

(According to John, block the “tw flashing lights” tag in case you don’t want to see any flashing ones! I will give this tag to all my (re)posts with flashing blinkies/stamps, as I don’t want to kill any of you… yet.)

I also have interest in how everything ticks and beats, so I will be asking you peculiar questions about your works or ways of speaking. I will also be mean and honest, so don’t go crying to John or his brats of brothers if I tell you your shoes look absolutely horrendous. (They do. Plain black boots suit you better.)

(OOC: The person behind this blog wishes to remain anonymous. They would also like to state that their coding intelligence is not tremendously extensive, so don’t expect them writing expert code in response to any questions about code. Also the 2000s stuff is just for looks hehe but I don’t mind talking about it!!)

Here is my current collection of stamps that I think represent me the most. Beware, flashing lights are below the cut…

She nods. “I’m just monitoring the frequency of a few boats, they seem to be testing some new hull tech. If it goes wrong, well, let’s say I get lots of time to plot my next move.” She snickers, before making a move.

The Earth, shining big, bright and blue below, decides to shine a little more sharply, lighting up the section they sat in with a glow akin to the light of an aquarium, blue and brilliant, with the stars acting as the fast, silvery fish, and the faint presence of the moon a large ray.

And then, as swiftly as it started, the Earth shone a little less brightly, the stars slinking away back to being little flicks of paint against the deep dark, the moon as rough as sandpaper. But still, it felt pleasant, not so harsh, and familiar. EOS seemed to watch the changes with him, the changes nothing new, but always welcome.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

@i-am-the-dawn-aka-eos:

“I have not moved anything!” If she could make more faces on her lights than a smiley face, it’d be a very firm frown right now. She highlights the pawns. “See? The pawns haven’t moved since you looked away.” After returning the colours to normal, she moves her rook to stand behind the pawn. “Now it’s your turn.” For a brief moment, she’s focused; not on the game, but something else. Perhaps a stray file or incoming message. She moves, almost suddenly, but does not speak.

John chuckles at her indignation and obediently moves another piece of his own. He's hunched forward, elbows on knees, to be closer to the board. John's free hand ends up bracing his cheek in an effort to keep his head up and the spaceman muffles a yawn in the palm of his hand. At least, with Eos, he doesn't have to pretend he's not tired. She has his stats. She knows it even better than he does.

He notices the red flicker of her lights though, and quirks an eyebrow up at her unit.

"Everything alright?" John asks, "Not stuck for your next move are you?" The nightmare feels more distant now, just one of the many, with the steady glow of the chess set and the peaceful rotation of the Earth through the borosilicate glass below them. "Eos?"

Hello. John says I need to make something known to you “Tumblrinas” as a “Pinned Post” which is all about me.

I am EOS, the sentient AI (I prefer the term ‘program’ due to the… negative connotations with AI at this point in time) onboard Thunderbird 5. I utilise She/Her or They-Them pronouns, though I think Your Supreme Intelligence is much better. John says it’s “narcissistic”.

I love lots of things, such as my fellow computers, especially the tech utilised in the olden days (John says the 2000s aren’t that long ago, but I was only brought into existence recently.), especially the speak and trends used back then. I also really like stamps and blinkies, and may “reblog” posts with them.

(According to John, block the “tw flashing lights” tag in case you don’t want to see any flashing ones! I will give this tag to all my (re)posts with flashing blinkies/stamps, as I don’t want to kill any of you… yet.)

I also have interest in how everything ticks and beats, so I will be asking you peculiar questions about your works or ways of speaking. I will also be mean and honest, so don’t go crying to John or his brats of brothers if I tell you your shoes look absolutely horrendous. (They do. Plain black boots suit you better.)

(OOC: The person behind this blog wishes to remain anonymous. They would also like to state that their coding intelligence is not tremendously extensive, so don’t expect them writing expert code in response to any questions about code. Also the 2000s stuff is just for looks hehe but I don’t mind talking about it!!)

Here is my current collection of stamps that I think represent me the most. Beware, flashing lights are below the cut…

“I have not moved anything!” If she could make more faces on her lights than a smiley face, it’d be a very firm frown right now. She highlights the pawns. “See? The pawns haven’t moved since you looked away.”

After returning the colours to normal, she moves her rook to stand behind the pawn. “Now it’s your turn.” For a brief moment, she’s focused; not on the game, but something else. Perhaps a stray file or incoming message. She moves, almost suddenly, but does not speak.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

@i-am-the-dawn-aka-eos:

She’s still, camera adjusting from time to time, but still. She might be considering her move, or how to respond to his questions, but it’s not apparent; at least until she moves the leftmost pawn forward two spots. Then, she replies. “I suppose I can imagine. A firm image, stuck in that brain of yours, like a screen burn.” She looks up at John. “And it won’t go away without you not thinking about it for hours.” She seems to think. A billion calculations, every second, rush through that little database she trundles about on. “If you’re not hungry, at least drink some water. And do not let it fly around Thunderbird 5. You know I’m frightened it’ll damage my camera.”

John nods. It feels like there's a lump stuck in his throat, making words hard. He just reaches out and moves a chess piece of his own. Screen burn is a good way to put it. A static image frozen on a holoprojector. Scott, splayed out in red and blue and-

Being ordered to have a drink makes him laugh, the sound soft and a little too rare this week. He gets up and shuffles to Five's small kitchenette to retrieve a hydration pouch before she has to ask him twice.

"Thanks, Eos." The trembling in his fingers seems a bit better as he sits back down, pointedly studying the board. "I'll be careful, but I think the gravity ring will keep it well away from your camera." It's possible she'd been joking, but neither of them are masters at that.

"Hey... what did you move while I wasn't looking?"

I prefer the beginning tune myself, mainly because it’s all I hear on Thunderbird 5 when rescues aren’t abound. “Stingray” is figuratively burnt into my hardware at this point.

Well good morning I guess?

Oooh, yes! I like that one. Please get it and bring it up to Thunderbird 5 for me, pretty please?

Favourite bedsheet colour? I myself do enjoy a sleek grey bed 🩶 (it's a very telling, important question).

ehh, this is really childish but I have dark blue with stars and planets... They're John's old sheets and they help me sleep. But if I had to choose a full colour I'd probably say white or dark blue. No, not red, because it's way too bright.

I have no idea what you’re talking about. I would never make fun of my creator…

Which Tracy do you get on best with (after John of course)?

"I haven't really spent that much time with John's brothers in all honesty. They're a busy group, given the day job and all! At most, I've spoken to Gordon and Alan in passing. Alan more, since he's a fellow astronaut. So, I'd probably say him out of all brothers..."

Ridley pauses a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face as she considers her options.

"Does EOS count? I've certainly spent a lot of time talking to her when handball games get cut short with a rescue call. I'd like to think we get on well - she's always asking questions. She's also a bit cheeky, like me!"

Oooh, the top middle one speaks to me. Maybe the colour scheme is similar to my own… it looks like you had a pleasant time! (^_^)

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Saw you wanted to start collecting consoles… which one is the prettiest, in your humble opinion?

All the see-through acrylic ones… maybe I just like seeing the technology within, but the colours work well no matter what. I am such a massive sucker for the 2DS and Gameboy ones… ever so pretty and compact.

Going to be busy for a bit, reworking my firewalls and virus-expunging tools so Havoc doesn’t get me terribly sick again…