Saw You Wanted To Start Collecting Consoles… Which One Is The Prettiest, In Your Humble Opinion?

Homicidal is a bit of a strong word, don’t you think? I’ve only tried to kill one person so far, and they’ve come to like me quite a lot.

And I am not a robot! I am an Artificial Intelligence, robots have silly ‘commands’ and ‘tasks’ they must always follow, and they have much more freedom of movement than I… hmph. I hate to admit it but I am jealous of those tin-cans sometimes.

Very, very important Thunderbirds business today folks. I need votes urgently.

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!"

Well, this blog is the newest addition to the list. There’s also:

Checking up on Thunderbird 5’s communications, life support, etc.

Making the shopping list with Grandma Tracy

Playing visual novels. I quite like Ace Attorney, but the puzzles are getting too easy for me to solve…

Organising files with John. This is my favourite, and I get very mad when someone goes in and messes them all up. John does get frustrated too, but I’m the only one of us too being vocal about it.

Editing Wikipedia articles slightly for it to be almost unnoticeably wrong. I still haven’t been caught… yet.

I sometimes like to see if I can hack into the camera system on Tracy Island. Kayo’s security is starting to get a little too good at throwing me right out, however, and I am going to start considering different methods to get in.

And, of course, helping with rescues. But I will not be going out in ‘person’ unless absolutely necessary after I got that nasty virus from Havoc.

You may not see these as hobbies, but I have lots of fun doing all of the things mentioned above. Like you and your swimming!

Very, very important Thunderbirds business today folks. I need votes urgently.

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

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.”

Her worried state drops disconcertingly quickly, probably to try and make him more cheery too. “Oooh, yes please! I think you’ll win, in honesty, but I’ll still put up a fight—“

She swiftly stops herself, before she examines him, his shaking becoming too obvious (to her, at least). With behaviours akin to a not-as-intelligent robot staring him down, she seems to read his behaviours like a book. “Do you… would you like to eat first? Maybe that will help the shaking.” It’s difficult to name the emotion in her voice.

I’m sorry to interrupt your hoarding, Squirt, but consuming too much candy may lead to… unfavourable consequences. Don’t go too off the rails.

Remember, valentine's day isn't just about romantic love, it's also about showing appreciation for your friends and family and hoarding as much candy as possible.

Next time you see me I'll be perched atop a mountain of sweets like a little candy dragon. >:3

Don’t you dare! I’ll never let you on Thunderbird 5 again!

Good grief. I leave briefly to sort through my backups and now my ‘dash’ is full of every single Tracy is weeping over the things that have happened to their ships. Surely you can’t be that attached to a vehicle?

“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?"

How do you play games? It’s a weird question but you do have no hands

I hook myself up to a screen and then keybind controls to various functions within my system. Think of it like… telepathy, but it’s scientifically possible.

It’s much better than clunky robot hands for reacting to things, especially with how fast I’ve become. ^‿^

(Probably showing my age here with the GLaDOS reference but... ) Is the cake a lie?

(I love Portal too, do not fear!)

It’s a lie to me… I can’t even have a taste! Sometimes being just a little camera is very inconvenient…