eeeeeeeeeh multi-quote comments like that give me life oh my god

i'm really going to try to get the second update out tonight, but it'll be a bit delicate so we'll so. it not, double-sized update tomorrow!
 
...you know, the machines' reaction to music has probably put a really weird spin on the ancient tradition of marching songs, cadences, what have you.

Namely that you can't actually march to them anymore. At least, not in straight lines.
 
...you know, the machines' reaction to music has probably put a really weird spin on the ancient tradition of marching songs, cadences, what have you.

Namely that you can't actually march to them anymore. At least, not in straight lines.
Unless the robots are the ones singing, apparently, in which case your formation is pretty much okay but presents a moving cognitohazard to nearby robots. :p

Parades must be trainwrecks.
 
On the physics, I've always liked caloric fluid and phlogiston theory. Caloric fluid in particular is just accurate enough that useful discoveries and theoretical predictions were made based on it, e.g. the gas law and thence carnot engines and suchlike.

Ah, yeah, her reaction makes sense if she sees it as evidence of dangerous ambition. I'd read it as Dora waking up and immediately identifying her goals, formulating a plan, and then spending thirty years executing, which is exactly the kind of long-horizon high-level decisionmaking that you want in an officer, and the fact that Dora did it immediately indicates natural talent that would have been honed by experience as an NCO. Especially since it seems like Dora's more highly decorated and evaluated than Theda, which to me would suggest Dora's working with some additional advantages - every robot ever made can be infinitely keen, you have to have some transformative advantage, a different strategy or something, to stand out. I guess Theda considers that all of that evidence of competence to be for NCO roles and therefore inadmissible for predicting Dora's performance as an officer.
Also, Theda may not actually have any clue what it takes to make a good officer. What they do may be this mystery to her, something she can appreciate but cannot analyze.

Except for being very sure robots haven't got it.
 
Moments later, Kennedy made a dash for the empty seat nearest us, sitting in a rush.

"Dora, thank the stars. This is a nightmare." she said, staring shocked in the seat. "I hate this sort of thing. Oh my God, Dora, your face!"
oh shit there she is

"I just… you look amazing. Compliments to the, uh, face-smith?" she said, smiling. "Who is, uh-?"
climbs conning tower, opens box of signal flags

"... lovely to meet you." Diana said, looking at me strangely. I felt a little self-conscious suddenly: I knew it was a bit unusual taking another woman to an event like this, but I had presumed it would be utterly overshadowed by the unusualness of being at such an event at all as a guest instead of staff. I hoped this wouldn't affect our friendship.
frantic waving of flags meaning 'I AM ALTERING MY COURSE'

HARD TO PORT, GO GO GO GO
 
Unless the robots are the ones singing, apparently, in which case your formation is pretty much okay but presents a moving cognitohazard to nearby robots. :p

Parades must be trainwrecks.
I'm starting to think drumlines are cool and don't get robots drunk, but they are super cool and fun.

Some robots can also turn off their hearing to stay sober, so maybe robots can for parades?
 
...It's going to turn out that Kennedy was that officer that Beatrice mentioned that was super into the robot smut, isn't it?

Some robots can also turn off their hearing to stay sober, so maybe robots can for parades?
That would make sense, yeah. You'd have to figure something out for signaling, but that can probably be handled with relentless drill, saber semaphore, and memorizing a plan for the parade and just doing the whole thing open-loop.

Could also be the case that different robots respond slightly differently to different kinds of music, which'd be a fun setup for different kinds of bars and hilarious friendly stereotypes, and Theos and Doras tend to have very high tolerance for cadences.

Also drumlines are the best.
 
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I'm starting to think drumlines are cool and don't get robots drunk, but they are super cool and fun.

Some robots can also turn off their hearing to stay sober, so maybe robots can for parades?
Isn't hearing pretty important for making the sounds come out right though? I was under the impression that talking and the like is difficult to do well without hearing. On the other hand, this probably isn't the case for machines due to the wonders of just sticking sensors to the appropriate joints so you can self-correct though simple proprioception.
 
Her eyes went wide when she saw me.

"Stars, Lieutenant. I didn't know you were going to go get a whole new face for the occasion." she said, looking askew at me. "Wow."

The dim little pink bulbs under her cheeks flickered to light a moment and I felt a thousand feet tall. And her? Like I knew I was gay, but stars. She had this bottle green dress, same as her mismatched arm, with little toggles and bows in a metallic brass that perfectly complemented everything about her. This might have been a last minute arrangement, but I was pretty happy with how it was turning out.
Happy gays :D
"Well, that's because you're English or whatever. In America, this isn't super weird. But also, Americans don't really have giant fancy parties like this. It's seen as aristocratic." Beatrice explained.

"Well… that's because it literally is." I said, a little confused.

"American humans don't terribly like thinking of themselves that way. The, uh… they had a bad time with both their last sets of aristocracy, yours and theirs." Beatrice said, wincing a bit. "It's not talked about. Point is, it's not weird for management machines and officers and the like to mix a bit more with humans. But here, stars, that's just not done."
There may not be many things about my country I am proud of, but ditching the monarchy was a pretty good mood. Now we only have a de facto aristocracy!
"Why's there a machine officer, then?" he asked.

"Excuse me, this is a skin condition." I retorted. He looked bemused a moment before one of the guards leaned in just a little.
I'm just waiting for the moment someone buys one of these completely and Theodora doesn't know what to do.
"She's had terrible luck at parties. Probably because she isn't allowed to stand far back and blow them up." Turner added with a laugh. "Poor girl, really, a damned shame."
I mean, I have it on good authority that this would be a solid move. Chicks dig cannons.
Moments later, Kennedy made a dash for the empty seat nearest us, sitting in a rush.

"Dora, thank the stars. This is a nightmare." she said, staring shocked in the seat. "I hate this sort of thing. Oh my God, Dora, your face!"

"Uh… is that approving or-"

"I just… you look amazing. Compliments to the, uh, face-smith?" she said, smiling. "Who is, uh-?"

"Um… this is Beatrice Taylor, my date. Bea, this is Lieutenant Diana Kennedy of the Royal Artillery, she's a friend." I said, indicating beside me. Bea gave a nervous little wave in response.

"... lovely to meet you." Diana said, looking at me strangely. I felt a little self-conscious suddenly: I knew it was a bit unusual taking another woman to an event like this
And we are setting sail! This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill!

(Okay maybe we could have had a more auspicious start than Theodora feeling judged but these are just minor hickups) (Top 10 messages sent 1 second before disaster) (although considering the status of our gays here, perhaps after disaster)
 
noticed a red-coated Maria, an officer's aide who bore the same heterochromia as the Lieutenant General, move swiftly up along the table and lean to her. Her face changed, a look of concern, and she turned and spoke quickly to Lt. Col. Harrison. The two of them got up and swiftly left, servants descending to remove their plates,
anyone else immediately jump to the scene from the sum of all fears movie where all the beeper start going off?
 
Regarding the drums, I think the soldier bots have to be able to get drunk because otherwise they're not proper Enlisted, but at the same time the fife and drum based command system is super cool and shouldn't be done away with. Maybe they only perceive middle frequencies as music, so the high fife and low drums can still be used but a music cylinder produces the appropriate effect.
 
But things that happen to me tend to end up in my books anyway. Often kinda by accident? Once or twice I've written about stuff I've been going through before I realized I was going through it!"
We know it's you, Sketch.
Oh gods it's a Ball and she's a machine, she's going to get absolutely sloshed on waltzes, isn't she?
Could be worse. Imagine what would happen if it was polka, or stars forbid, ragtime.
 
Regarding the drums, I think the soldier bots have to be able to get drunk because otherwise they're not proper Enlisted, but at the same time the fife and drum based command system is super cool and shouldn't be done away with. Maybe they only perceive middle frequencies as music, so the high fife and low drums can still be used but a music cylinder produces the appropriate effect.
Back in the day the Royal Navy did have Rum Ration, which is exactly what it sounds like. Seeing that the British navy only abolished it in 1970 I see no reason whatsoever why it would not only be ongoing to the modern day but effectively spread to the Army as a morale booster as well. What I'm getting at is, the Theos and Doras already love marching around and doing soldier stuff, why not add some extra morale into the mix with good ol' cadence and drum rolls?
 
Psh! Psh, I tell you! Just have the Theos and Doras practice marching until they can parade step fully sloshed.
 
Sometimes I'm doing research and I don't want to be the outsider American so it's helpful." she said.
I dunno this American sounds like an OSS Officer.
There may not be many things about my country I am proud of, but ditching the monarchy was a pretty good mood. Now we only have a de facto aristocracy!
I don't know, it sort of reads like the Southern Aristocratic Planter class got removed by something or another, presumably by an American civil war of some kind, perhaps over the treatment of machines instead of African Americans. By way of the following passage from the chapter, free typo spotted as well.
The[y], uh… they had a bad time with both their last sets of aristocracy, yours and theirs.
 
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I don't know, it sort of reads like the Southern Aristocratic Planter class got removed by something or another, presumably by an American civil war of some kind, perhaps over the treatment of machines instead of African Americans. By way of the following passage from the chapter, free typo spotted as well.
I don't want to go too far into specifics, but suffice to say that neither the south's peculiar institution nor manifest destiny lasted very long past the point of divergence in this universe.
 
Is it required that all music have effects like alcohol, and that all robots react the same way? For some reason I kind of jumped to martial music affecting martial robots in particular differently, making them more alert and focused, something like amphetamines are for people with ADHD, or maybe somewhat like adrenaline. Maybe it's taxing to be under the effects of the really strong stuff, but when the chips are down the music is playing.

(Plus neurodiverse machine cognition is neat to me)
 
Is it required that all music have effects like alcohol, and that all robots react the same way? For some reason I kind of jumped to martial music affecting martial robots in particular differently, making them more alert and focused, something like amphetamines are for people with ADHD, or maybe somewhat like adrenaline. Maybe it's taxing to be under the effects of the really strong stuff, but when the chips are down the music is playing.

(Plus neurodiverse machine cognition is neat to me)
Holy SHIT i like that so so much. Especially because it means the military music comes out only when it's really, really needed.
 
I don't want to go too far into specifics, but suffice to say that neither the south's peculiar institution nor manifest destiny lasted very long past the point of divergence in this universe.
The latter appears to have gotten redirected straight up, leaving the Native Americans (and northern Mexico) out of the blast radius.

The former, well, I can think of quite a few ways for it to fall apart quite rapidly.
 
Is it required that all music have effects like alcohol, and that all robots react the same way? For some reason I kind of jumped to martial music affecting martial robots in particular differently, making them more alert and focused, something like amphetamines are for people with ADHD, or maybe somewhat like adrenaline. Maybe it's taxing to be under the effects of the really strong stuff, but when the chips are down the music is playing.

(Plus neurodiverse machine cognition is neat to me)
I love this idea. Not just that different kinds of music have different effects, but there are some specific combinations that have very different effects than usual. Martial music making most robots shakey and jumpy but martial robots alert and focused is fun; not only does it mean the military music is for Important Occasions, it gives the martial robots a strong in-group. What other atypical responses might there be? I could see Lady's Maid models having a different response to waltzes and EDM and anything else that you're specifically supposed to dance to? Like, maybe they get super stoned out really fast because watching their ladies dance without them there to chaperone tends to be stressful. :p

(factory-worker robots, of course, can be easily filled with SLIGHTLY INEBRIATED BUT STILL GLORIOUS SOCIALIST FERVOR by tunes like The Internationale and La Marseillaise)
 
Gah! This fic is absolutely amazing. I love all the little details (like the laser-coolant 'gunsmoke').

Also, things are so rough for Dora. She's got lots of martials skills but no social skills (at least not for human society), which makes her the opposite of the typical new officer. This makes the story a (pleasantly) agonizing mix of competence and social dread.

And she has such a mysterious (possibly tragic) past! At first, I wasn't sure if another machine character could even compete with Marie (from Maid to Love You), but Dora has carved out her own place in my heart!

Huh... since same-sex relationships are seen as more-or-less acceptable between machines, I wonder if queer humans consume erotica written for robots.
 
As expected, as dinner progressed, the first toasts arrived, and this was the genius of the empty glass. It was apparently acceptable for those attempting who had given up drinking for their health to toast as such, and given that pouring a beer into my workings would probably not be optimal for my functionality, it seemed a reasonable substitution. Bea was quite impressed by the solution as I guided her through the first, which made me feel very confident indeed.

This was a good idea and nice to see that those who don't want to drink don't have to be socially pressured into it.

"Um… this is Beatrice Taylor, my date. Bea, this is Lieutenant Diana Kennedy of the Royal Artillery, she's a friend." I said, indicating beside me. Bea gave a nervous little wave in response.

"... lovely to meet you." Diana said, looking at me strangely. I felt a little self-conscious suddenly: I knew it was a bit unusual taking another woman to an event like this, but I had presumed it would be utterly overshadowed by the unusualness of being at such an event at all as a guest instead of staff. I hoped this wouldn't affect our friendship.

Uh oh. This is definitely come up again later.
 
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