Ghost is frozen in mid-air when Tony starts up. The little bot doesn't dare say a word as Natasha talks him back to work, terrified that they're going to be turned away just when they've finally found someone who could help. What will they do if he refuses? What can they do?
His optic flits from one human to the other as they talk, but finally Tony sits again. Ghost droops for a moment in relief, then looks back up at Natasha and gives a little spin, trusting she'll understand the message.
For now he edges closer to see what Tony's doing, and whether he can assist. Exo systems are too unlike any extant Golden Age programming for the scientists back home to figure out. Knowing what he does now, Ghost suspects that’s as much down to their quasi-human neurology confusing things as to whatever classified, proprietary systems their creators used. Which means Tony has a double advantage, despite what he thinks: he’s familiar enough with this type of weird that he could identify it almost on sight, and he probably has a lot in common with whoever was behind this. If anyone can follow what they were doing, surely it’s him.
That said, figuring out an electronic brain is going to be a hell of a challenge. Detached from biology, Exo minds don’t have to arrange anything according to human layouts. Detached from engineers’ logic, they don’t need to truck with neatly labeled directories. There are connections that repeat and duplicated files and bits of corrupted data all over the place and some things that are downright inaccessible. And underneath it all is something a lot simpler and much less fragmented: a set of systems that twine around all the others. Monitoring, directing, processing. They’re the ones doing most of the work now, regulating Blaze’s sleep, and the ones likely to react to any changes Tony makes. The core processes. To a man who’s built AI with combat in mind… well, they’re someone else’s style and a couple generations removed, but they’re clearly cousin to systems he knows.
“I don’t think the reboots ever succeeded in wiping everything properly,” Ghost volunteers. “Um, I repaired everything I could when I first found her, but I couldn’t tell where all of it ought to go.”
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on 2018-06-30 01:50 pm (UTC)His optic flits from one human to the other as they talk, but finally Tony sits again. Ghost droops for a moment in relief, then looks back up at Natasha and gives a little spin, trusting she'll understand the message.
For now he edges closer to see what Tony's doing, and whether he can assist. Exo systems are too unlike any extant Golden Age programming for the scientists back home to figure out. Knowing what he does now, Ghost suspects that’s as much down to their quasi-human neurology confusing things as to whatever classified, proprietary systems their creators used. Which means Tony has a double advantage, despite what he thinks: he’s familiar enough with this type of weird that he could identify it almost on sight, and he probably has a lot in common with whoever was behind this. If anyone can follow what they were doing, surely it’s him.
That said, figuring out an electronic brain is going to be a hell of a challenge. Detached from biology, Exo minds don’t have to arrange anything according to human layouts. Detached from engineers’ logic, they don’t need to truck with neatly labeled directories. There are connections that repeat and duplicated files and bits of corrupted data all over the place and some things that are downright inaccessible. And underneath it all is something a lot simpler and much less fragmented: a set of systems that twine around all the others. Monitoring, directing, processing. They’re the ones doing most of the work now, regulating Blaze’s sleep, and the ones likely to react to any changes Tony makes. The core processes. To a man who’s built AI with combat in mind… well, they’re someone else’s style and a couple generations removed, but they’re clearly cousin to systems he knows.
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I don’t think the reboots ever succeeded in wiping everything properly,” Ghost volunteers. “Um, I repaired everything I could when I first found her, but I couldn’t tell where all of it ought to go.”