T.I.P.

[DamagedGlasses]

First time posting here, so starting off simple to test the water.

T.I.P.
An artifical intelligence finds itself in the midst of a new world, but it's still
quite young, and it's arrival has stirred up the interest of many who seek to use him.
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Stockton, California

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Technologically Innovative Powercoder, named T.I.P. or Tip for short, found itself once again trying to explain itself to the authorities. Sitting in a tall chair, Tip let it's legs swing back and forth as the man in front of it stood with a pair of glasses and a no nonsense grimace on his face. Tip had done nothing wrong, or at least thought so, but felt a spike of guilt run down it's spine. Atleast it now knew that it's emotional coding was functioning, no matter how much a part of it wished it wasn't. The man had been staring down at it for the past 57 seconds and counting, and Tip had spent that time nervously counting how long the man had been staring at it and assigning each second to another bad thing that it could have done without realizing. Did it not have the proper clearance to fly? Was there a problem with the way it spoke? Was it being blamed for the wreckage of that poor cake shop? Oh no, it was the cake shop, wasn't it?

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Tip looked up at the man and said in its ever bright tone, "I can pay for the cake that I found, sir. I'm sorry if I took it without proper compensation."

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The man broke his vigil, "Lad, would you mind telling me why you thought taking it was a good idea in the first place? That entire building was demolished by a super fight moments before you arrived."

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Tip stared at the police officer, considering this, before explaining, "Well, I had been looking for food, sir. Being hungry is an unpleasant ordeal, and I thought it would be best if the cake wasn't ruined completely by the fight."

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The police offic-Hufferman, the medal on his chest says Hufferman, looked bemused, "You put yourself in the line of fire, superhuman fire, just for a cake?"

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Tip nodded once, glad that they were getting near the same page, "Yes sir, the cake was very good."

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Officer Hufferman pulled up a chair, sitting in it while he rubbed his forehead, wiping away some smut he had gathered from the scene of the crime, or whatever they were going to call it in the papers. He picked up a board with a paper, a filing for some of the information sewn together from eye witness reports. He read it over, before inquiring, "Many of the eyewitnesses report that you shot lasers from your fingers, lad. Any explanation for that?"

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Tip put on a thinking face for a second, before it responded, "Well, sir, what they saw was me coding in a few strands of html and loading them into the world as beams of energy."

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Officer Hufferman almost took that for face value, writing exactly down what had been said, but the officer knew that even though it was the answer to the question, it gave rise to many more concerns. Of course, before the local officer of the Stockton Police Department could push for more answers, his door opened up and he heard the police chief urgently calling for him, "Hufferman, get over here! We have a problem."

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Tip watched as Officer Hufferman picked himself up out of the chair and walked to the door, which was promptly shut, keeping the A.I. from listening in, as it was apt to do. Tip, instead, got up and looked over the reports of its appearance, preening a bit as it saw a few of the compliments the witnesses had given it. It had never expected much attention from the human world, only wanting to settle in the background and watch, but the attention was nice. Most were drawn in by its peculiar appearance, the form of a child, but with the blue eyes that had a rain of glowing code running up and down it. Its average brown hair even had a strange etherealness about it, not to mention it's garbs, an ornate robe with a similar hat on its head.

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Tip scrambled back to its chair as it heard the door open again, but it was not Officer Hufferman who came in, but a very confident woman in a fashionable blue suit. Tip cocked its head, but did not complain as the visitor sat down in Officer Hufferman's chair. Humans rarely changed appearance, so this was obviously not the same person, though statistics from previous encounters with humans had proven that nothing was completely true about the physiology of Homosapiens or otherwise.

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The woman had been watching it as it had been watching her, before she broke the ice and asked, "Do you have a name, child?"

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Tip nodded, "I was given the title Technologically Innovative Powercoder, but please, call me Tip. I have found that it shaves a whole second off of any conversation involving me."

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The woman smiled, "Quite. My name is Penelope, Tip. Do you know why I am here?"

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Tip shook its head, no specifics were coming to mind, but, "I assume it has to do with the same reason Officer Hufferman was asking me questions?"

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Miss Penelope kept smiling, "Yes and no. You see, you're arrival gathered the interest of a few radical villains, specially those who knew of peculiar physiology. We have used our considerable influence in many circles to track you down, and luckily, we managed to find you here."

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Tip brightly asked, "Miss Penelope, who is this 'We' that you speak of?"

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Penelope dropped her smile as she lifted a card out from her pants pocket, and recited the writing professionally, "'We' as in the Power Kin, an organization working to keep the world and those in it safe from harm. It's why we have come to bring you into our fold, Tip. To keep you safe."

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Tip nodded slowly, thinking it all through, "I have been thinking of helping people. Could I protect people, while being protected?"

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Penelope was smiling once more, "I'm sure that we could figure something out, if you were to agree."

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Tip accessed some of its coding, floating from out of the chair to reach equal height with the woman as she too stood up. Nodding, Tip smiled and said, "I feel I must accept such an accommodating offer, Miss Penelope!"

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Penelope nodded to the young A.I.'s affirmative, "It's good to know you're with the Power Kin, and not against us."

As she went to leave, Penelope took out her phone and sent out a text to the various team organizers placed throughout the Power Kin's influence.​

 

[DamagedGlasses]

#2

Tip was intent as it read the words on the page of its fifth book of the day. There was very little to do in the freetime it had, specially when not all of the HQ was complete. So it had asked around and managed to get a hold of a marvelous device that the humans called a "Kindle". It was only on loan, so it couldn't keep the device, but it was going to make the best of its time with it. Understanding the world would be so much easier with a foundation built from these encyclopedias. Sure, much of this information would be filtered out in the same way normal human brains seemed to do, the coding for long stands of useless info being recycled and shipped off to more useful areas, but just reading about it all put many things in perspective, a new one never considered. Many of its past actions were under consideration, such as first meets with its team.

It had grabbed a book on healthy relationships and other human related things to better itself, but it had run into a snag. There were many interesting theories on how humans interact, but Tip couldn't rule one out compared to another if he didn't systematically use them on a willing human. Should he interact with its new teammates? They appeared willing to help in the betterment of its social identity, although this book had listed off different telltale signs that you were the target of someone's indifference and worse, their dislike. Frowns, aggravated speech tones, and short responses were signs all suggested that its team may have problems with it being around. It had not researched enough to know why, though, or the intensity of this dislike was.

Flipping through the device's contents with ease, Tip was looking through a number of other books when it noticed something, or rather someone. A woman with brown hair who had sat near it, reading a regular paperback book. She was statistically normal, nothing unique or special, so Tip went back to reading, but only until it realized that a new person to speak with was exactly what it needed to gain further knowledge. Accessing its code, Tip kicked off its chair with but a nudge and casually floated towards the woman. As it neared the lady, the woman calmly looked up at it, not really nodding or smiling, just looking at it, as if she wasn't sure about what it was going to do.

Tip looked back at her, before quickly reviewing what the book at taught it, "Greetings! My name is ip, but please, call me Tip."

She quirked a brow, before nodding, and holding out a hand, "Name's Charlotte, nice to meet you."

Tip nodded back, smiling with pre-programmed enthusiasm, "Yes! It is very nice to meet you as well, Charlotte. I'm sorry for bothering you, but I have been reading many books on how humans interact. I have made many formulas and theories for a proper discussion, but I have no human to test them on."

Charlotte looked at him strangely, not as detached as she did before, "And you want my help with your social experiment?"

Tip nodded, "Yes, I have found that certain individuals around me may be feeling less than pleasant about my presence. I hope to improve myself and rectify these problems."

Charlotte wanted to say no, she had her book to read, a good one, but it was hard to say no to the boy. He wasn't persuasive at all, but the way he just looked at you with those bright blue eyes filled with lines of code streaming from top to bottom, glowing for a brief second before dying down. It was quite a sight, one that she didn't mind using as a reason to help, even if for a second. One conversation wouldn't kill her, would it?

Tip had been beginning to worry about whether or not it had already failed, before even beginning, when Charlotte spoke up again, "Ok, I guess a small conversation wouldn't hurt."

Tip grinned a bit harder, if it was possible, "Great! I am curious Miss Charlotte, but are you a part of the Power Kin's workers helping put together the HQ?"

Charlotte responded, "Yeah, I'm just on break. Just a normal worker though, no powers here." A part of her wondered if the experiment had already begun.

Tip nodded, "Thank you for your service! Now, onto the experiment. So, Charlotte, have you had a nice day, today?"

Charlotte humored him, "Oh yes, its been marvelous."

Tip tried to keep its cool at the news,"That's wonderful! What happened to make it marvelous? Did you find a quarter on the sidewalk? Maybe a family or friend got better from an illness? Cake?"

Charlotte's eyes widened her eyes at the influx of questions, "Uh, well, I had this kink in the back of my neck from lifting a box wrong. Good part is, I got a friend to come over and fix it for me before it game me to much trouble."

Tip nodded, soaking up the details of what exactly made a day good, "Wow, that is an amazing friend! Do you think I could meet her?"

Before Charlotte could tell him yes or no, from ip's digital clothes a beep rang out, a small one. However, it was as important as any loud alarm, for digital being. Tip thrust its arm into its chest, pulling out a small device, almost like an ipod, before looking to Charlotte, "I am sorry, Miss Charlotte. I have just been sent more news from coordinators of the Power Kin. I must go read this in due haste, and I have no desire to waste your time. Could we speak again, later?"

Charlotte, once again, tried hard to say no, and she knew it wouldn't make a difference. If it wasn't her, it would be someone else who got saddled with the socially inept boy, but as she looked at his eyes, she was once again reminded why she had agreed before. She sighed, and nodded, "I'll be around her every once and awhile until we finish with your HQ. There's a good chance I'll be in here during lunch."

Tip nodded, "Great! I am glad to have such a consistent partner in this experiment!"

And then it was off, headed towards a secluded area, while Charlotte merely stayed in her chair, and read.