[ The Caretaker has, in fact, not received any message from any AI as of yet. The human—Holle Porter-Huld—says she had found a communication device in her ear. Obviously, that is not the case for the Caretaker. Its free hand reaches blindly for the sides of its head—and brushes against something small and metallic on the floor. The device is silent, but the Caretaker picks it up anyway. ]
...I received a transmission, [ the Caretaker says slowly. The "dream." But AI do not dream—the message and the simulation of a star field must have been downloaded directly onto its processor. By whom, it cannot say. The message had communicated little data about their location or purpose here; instead, it had only offered an exchange—its help for a rectification of a past error.
The Caretaker's head twitches to the side. Repairs are the priority for now. It cannot see to the efficiency of its new environment if it cannot see at all. ]
You are a reporter—not a technician, [ it says, its voice unfailingly harsh. ] Are there any Domesticon personnel aboard this station that can conduct the necessary repairs?
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...I received a transmission, [ the Caretaker says slowly. The "dream." But AI do not dream—the message and the simulation of a star field must have been downloaded directly onto its processor. By whom, it cannot say. The message had communicated little data about their location or purpose here; instead, it had only offered an exchange—its help for a rectification of a past error.
The Caretaker's head twitches to the side. Repairs are the priority for now. It cannot see to the efficiency of its new environment if it cannot see at all. ]
You are a reporter—not a technician, [ it says, its voice unfailingly harsh. ] Are there any Domesticon personnel aboard this station that can conduct the necessary repairs?