alajaquie:

tamosgi:

victen-kregius started following you

alajaquie started following you

*Tamos wrings its hands, combing through its limited databanks for information on the two strangers. It draws a blank, so instead fumbles for the appropriate greeting.* H-hello. Can I help… I-is there something y-you need? 

Jaquie observes the geth with a raised eyebrow; intrigued, she’s never seen a geth such as this one before. It’s behaviour gives it an air of…nervousness, but…

“Geth can’t be nervous, can they?” she asks with a head tilt, eyes narrowing in curiosity. She disregards his own question, her interest taking over formalities

Tamos glanced down at its wringing hands, suddenly self-conscious, then quickly forced itself to stop wringing them and instead clasped them behind its back.

“Evidently, w-w-we can.” If it had about double the processes, it could take a moment—a fraction of a second, that is—to analyze exactly what was creating its nervousness: a simplified collection of judgments on social cues and appropriate reactions, processed and implemented with minimal conscious thought to preserve processing power for higher thinking, in short. But then, if it had double the processes, it wouldn’t need this subconscious simplification that made the difference between logical analyses and emotion in the first place, thus wouldn’t be nervous. So under the circumstances, it had to settle for being unable to formulate an explanation on the spot. “I-I am sorry if it… bothers you,” was the next best thing it could think to say. “A-as a combat unit, I… I have fairly p-poor social skills. Th-this stutter d-does not help.”

Source: tamosgi

tamosgi started following you

geth-infiltrator:

tamosgi:

“‘Up to’?” Experimentally, the Geth lifted its single top flap, tilting it back—a curious expression, it hoped. It was probably more of a mildly shocked look than anything, but it was learning. “We do not understand. Do you refer to height? New model Mobile Server Units reach twelve feet at the tips of their antennae. Zela-Ai recently acquired three such units. We have encountered them while controlling this platform and found the height rather impressive.” Its optic dilated automatically at the memory, unfocusing as it imagined those Prime units again. Then it blinked, surprised, and ran a cursory diagnostic on its optical assembly—it didn’t know that could happen, or that its platform could do anything involuntarily. It supposed it was logical—reduce visual feed to make it easier to focus on remembered images in a memory file. Still, it was fascinated, toying with it for a moment by calling up random memories to observe its optic unfocusing on its own each time.

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“We must rephrase; what have the Geth been doing as of late during the time this platform has been assisting Shepard Commander?” The panels on Legion’s head slid up, then back into place.

The Geth tried to mimic Legion’s flap movements and found it lacked the parts. It chattered lowly in the Geth language, feeling the side of its platform’s optical assembly and finding that indeed, there weren’t even seams. It would have to have that changed. “We understand. The Central Consensus will no doubt provide a full update package—we do not have that with us at this time. We downloaded into this platform with only data and memories necessary to function on this test run. However,” it scanned its memory banks—all personal memories and some of unit ZA-0001—and and found that some events in which its unit was personally involved remained. “Zela-Ai’s factory is nearing completion. As mentioned, we recently acquired Mobile Server and Heavy Labor Units, which has helped.”

It chattered in Geth-speak the name of the central Rannoch factory, as it couldn’t figure out how to translate the ID with the embedded coordinates into plain spoken Standard. As if the language switching wasn’t awkward at all—and fortunately it wasn’t talking to an organic, as they certainly wouldn’t be able to keep up—it finished the sentence in English again. “…is expanding to encompass…” and more chatter, this time naming with embedded coordinates the storage facilities near to but separate from the main factory, as well as a few small server buildings. “The project is 83.24% complete.”

ghostinthecatalyst:

tamosgi:

ghostinthecatalyst:

Yeah. Pretty thoroughly, actually.

Is there a way to adapt that for me? Specifically, for the Catalyst itself?

Do you wish to connect to a Geth server in your current form, or for others to connect to you? Either is likely possible, but I would have to consult the Consensus to be certain—or at least an engineering unit. The knowledge stored on my platform is… lacking in these areas.

If I may I ask, why you are interested in this?

I want the ability for others to connect to me. Although I’m able to transmit data… sometimes I feel like it’s easier if people could see it directly. Technology has limits, and the Catalyst is just too far advanced sometimes.

Fascinating. Do you not believe it would be risky for someone to connect directly to the Catalyst? Old Machines were able to indoctrinate individuals even post-mortem. Additionally, the level of data might be dangerously overwhelming…

However, this is… not my area of expertise. I can offer a way to reach the Consensus instead, if you like.

gethsynapse: theafrorevolution: crescentmoondemon: steelagainstskin: PRAISE THE GODS do he got the booty? he doooooooooo Good lord Synapse….over 200 notes on a spur-of-the-moment geth booty poppin’!?….I guess I’ll have to make more glorious creations for you. :3 YOU SHAL ((omFG YES. I can’t believe this. xD Synmos 5ever mang holy crap.))
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gethsynapse: theafrorevolution: crescentmoondemon: steelagainstskin: PRAISE THE GODS do he got the booty? he doooooooooo Good lord Synapse….over 200 notes on a spur-of-the-moment geth booty poppin’!?….I guess I’ll have to make more glorious creations for you. :3 YOU SHAL ((omFG YES. I can’t believe this. xD Synmos 5ever mang holy crap.))
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gethsynapse:

theafrorevolution:

crescentmoondemon:

steelagainstskin:

PRAISE THE GODS

do he got the booty?

he doooooooooo

Good lord Synapse….over 200 notes on a spur-of-the-moment geth booty poppin’!?

….I guess I’ll have to make more glorious creations for you. :3

YOU SHAL

((omFG YES. I can’t believe this. xD Synmos 5ever mang holy crap.))

ghostinthecatalyst:

tamosgi:

askcontrol-shepard:

There’s a reason why I like synthetics and animals more than so-called “sapient” organics sometimes.

But anyway, there is something you might know. I’ve entered the Consensus, or a database, or something of that sort before. What exactly was that?

We are flattered. I think.

As I recall, Unit Legion connected you to a server on Rannoch. You helped it remove the Old Machine infection and free the programs inside to join your cause. Is this the event to which you are referring? That was a server. The connection was formed through a virtual reality interface, the technology for which we refined from that used in the Cerberus Project entitled Overlord, coupled with other virtual interface systems such as those used in Creator Quarian suits and quite a bit of our own design.

Does that answer your question?

Yeah. Pretty thoroughly, actually.

Is there a way to adapt that for me? Specifically, for the Catalyst itself?

Do you wish to connect to a Geth server in your current form, or for others to connect to you? Either is likely possible, but I would have to consult the Consensus to be certain—or at least an engineering unit. The knowledge stored on my platform is… lacking in these areas.

If I may I ask, why you are interested in this?

dancetheuniverse started following you

The first thing Tamos noticed about this humanoid woman, as it passed through the refuge camps, was her wings. The tail, then the ears, followed soon after. It was all hard to miss, really, and it found itself staring. It wasn’t the only one.

Having been on the receiving end of many such stares, however, as soon as it realized what it was doing it turned away. “M-my… my a-apologies, m-ma’am,” it murmured quickly, wringing its hands. Unfortunately, it couldn’t rush away, stuck in line as it was, so it had to hope the apology was sufficient.

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