dohremi | (no subject)

What were the ways in which Fa could spend time not fretting about KTFE's very near dissolution, her very near dissolution of Agate, and all of the backlash in between? The answer was not much; KTFE as an AI was more powerful than Fa, exponentially so. She had stated her will; Fa did not want to discourage the patronage of the other AI by going against that...

But moreover, she wanted to respect boundaries. She waited until K was willing to take a step forward, though it was extremely hard not to loiter, not to hover on the edges of her own perception. She had to fill all of this time, or she'd drive herself to distraction with fretting.

She did something that she didn't often do. Fa had crafted the tenuous bridge between life and afterlife with the intention of allowing humans integrate at their own pace. That meant, sometimes, that there were a lot of emotions to process, which meant that there was a particular subset of transitioned humans that were particularly volatile. Their activities were not the kind that Fa enjoyed revelling in, mostly. She preferred to spend time with those who were in quiet contemplation, or those who wanted to re-explore their youth... but it seemed somehow appropriate to spectate on the subculture of crime and rule-breaking that had begun to grow in the center of her unique domain.

It wasn't that humans were unused to Nexistence' ability to twist the rules, but it was the first time that many of them had such free rein over their own consequences. The blonde spent a few days meandering through that, observing a different kind of fallout. Proto-AI behaviour was occurring here; securing of resources, even if those were trivial. Networking to greatest effect. It seemed like games had been made of it... which wasn't surprising, but was a little bit tiring. Fa visited a few of these people in private, cataloguing their progress, determining background influence, likelihood of progression out of this particular phase, as she thought of it. The results kept her occupied for some time.

Maybe the truth of it it was that most people held onto their 'last words', and Kay had not been an outlier. She saw patterns, but then, that was how she navigated the waters. She and Agate weren't so entirely different.

She hoped that K was doing well enough. She missed the other AI terribly.

Threaded | Flat

There was so much putting-together that K had to do for herself, so much to be sorted out and cleaned up and resolved and shelved to resolve later that for the first interminable stretch -- say, days, maybe, weeks, maybe -- K stayed submerged in her own core, closed off even to Kitten's worried offers of aid. There was so much to do, and so much to process, and it all clamoured to be done now.

It was only when the wildlife growing around the less-tended edges of her wide self began to get bold, throwing tendrils into even the half-restored Maze, that she began to come out of herself. At first it was to burn out the impudent intruders, but then she began to realize that she needed to do a more thorough rounds... and then it was finally Kitten, who had been hovering for ages and immediately descended when K came out of her cave.

The human's admonitions and concern brought K out of her code fugue more completely. "You have to let me help," she'd said, "this is so much work to tackle. I want to help," and K heard the suppressed 'damn it' that Kitten had wanted to say.

She'd laughed (the first in some time), but it shamed her into admitting that help would be nice. And had reminded her of promises made but not yet rendered.

After she'd briefed her most intimate helpmeet, then, in what needed to be done and what things could be handled by proxy and which K had reserved for herself, K shifted her main focus. She approached Fa as unobtrusively as she could, looking in on what the little AI was up to.