>>29889533 "Was there anything we can eat?" "I suppose some cans might still be well? But I wouldn't trust them." I nod, disappointed. Sarim's food always has little taste to it, and our peaches have ran out by now. What I wouldn't give for some apples. "There was this," I put the recorder on the table, "Mirria?" She nods and walks closer to us, giving one last annoyed look to the blocked door.
> "Alright, alright, let's have some mindstorming. >Topic for the day: Automatism and automatics. That'll be a good title for the thesis. >Artificial inteligences... let's start with Sabrina, Cathrina, and the yet-to-be-made Sussanah- break naming schemes, why won'tcha? >Cathrina started her existence as a couplet machine, a formulaic system to create nice, if bland, little poems. As far as I know this was made to test Rubicon's first forays into electronic information processing units as an alternative to magical ones, since the tower's bricks, an incredibly complex mushroom, does feed on magic and light to sustain itself.