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Steady and unceasing, time continues to move onward. The nights have grown longer and the days shorter, with those dark hours tinged by a chill whispering of the coming winter season. This night is no different on the whole with the city of San Fransokyo drifting into its quiet state with far fewer eyes watching the clocks.
Something, however, has changed drastically.
A week ago, while Hiro had spent his usual day working at the nerd lab of the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, Baymax had alerted him to the importance of the date. That day was the one his elder brother had selected to have Baymax make an annual update of his medical information. It had been selected specifically to follow the end of the majority of medical conferences across the globe along with a gap of time to account for new decisions, discussions, and theories to become available on the most advanced medical journal sites and servers. For his part, the bot merely needed to make prearranged downloads and compare old information with new information. All it took was access to Tadashi's old computer and the addition of a separate empty chip into an open slot to allow for the space to hold the massive collection of new data to sort through gradually.
Simple as it should have been, the healthcare companion had ended up making quite a ruckus. When checked on after hearing the sound of crashing, the young group of geniuses had found Baymax laying on his back on the floor with several pieces of furniture overturned and a fair mess of papers and materials Hiro had around. Baymax made apologies, blaming an unexpected level of data, and slowly but precisely, worked to return everything to its original state in the office to clean up after himself while the others returned to work on their personal projects.
Truly he seemed fine, responding appropriately and as expected to interactions amongst the team members. The others had not noticed any differences at least. Yet, every so often, there was a delay from Baymax, as though his processor was burdened by lag, or he might be looking away from the group without any obvious stimuli to attract his attention. Still, over the last week things went normally for the superhero students and their robot.
Tonight, the numbers of the internal chronometer within Baymax continue to cycle onwards. Upon hitting the marker for eleven at night, the bot stops in his current activity down in the family room. Leaving his chore unfinished to resume later, the bot moves with as much stealth as he can manage. Steps carry him up nearly to the top floor of the home, and he pauses on the landing at the corner. Tall enough to peer from there, Baymax looks towards the form of Hiro in his bed. He remains still and silent for several long moments, then without a word, turns and makes his way carefully back down the steps.
Without stopping, his path down those upper set of steps continues straight and down the second set of stairs that leads to the cafe. As he turns from the stairs to head towards the doorway, he fails to notice the chair left out of place and ends up bumping his arm against the piece of furniture. The sound of the wood scooting over the floor and knocking into the table brings an uncharacteristic cringe to his frame, and the bot turns to look up the stairwell quietly. He listens, but not hearing Aunt Cass responding from her room and his scanner revealing her to still be in deeper levels of sleep, he moves on.
Baymax walks around the rest of the furniture and pauses at the front door only long enough to suspend the bell above it, unlock the bolt, and open the doorway to step out into the night.
Something, however, has changed drastically.
A week ago, while Hiro had spent his usual day working at the nerd lab of the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, Baymax had alerted him to the importance of the date. That day was the one his elder brother had selected to have Baymax make an annual update of his medical information. It had been selected specifically to follow the end of the majority of medical conferences across the globe along with a gap of time to account for new decisions, discussions, and theories to become available on the most advanced medical journal sites and servers. For his part, the bot merely needed to make prearranged downloads and compare old information with new information. All it took was access to Tadashi's old computer and the addition of a separate empty chip into an open slot to allow for the space to hold the massive collection of new data to sort through gradually.
Simple as it should have been, the healthcare companion had ended up making quite a ruckus. When checked on after hearing the sound of crashing, the young group of geniuses had found Baymax laying on his back on the floor with several pieces of furniture overturned and a fair mess of papers and materials Hiro had around. Baymax made apologies, blaming an unexpected level of data, and slowly but precisely, worked to return everything to its original state in the office to clean up after himself while the others returned to work on their personal projects.
Truly he seemed fine, responding appropriately and as expected to interactions amongst the team members. The others had not noticed any differences at least. Yet, every so often, there was a delay from Baymax, as though his processor was burdened by lag, or he might be looking away from the group without any obvious stimuli to attract his attention. Still, over the last week things went normally for the superhero students and their robot.
Tonight, the numbers of the internal chronometer within Baymax continue to cycle onwards. Upon hitting the marker for eleven at night, the bot stops in his current activity down in the family room. Leaving his chore unfinished to resume later, the bot moves with as much stealth as he can manage. Steps carry him up nearly to the top floor of the home, and he pauses on the landing at the corner. Tall enough to peer from there, Baymax looks towards the form of Hiro in his bed. He remains still and silent for several long moments, then without a word, turns and makes his way carefully back down the steps.
Without stopping, his path down those upper set of steps continues straight and down the second set of stairs that leads to the cafe. As he turns from the stairs to head towards the doorway, he fails to notice the chair left out of place and ends up bumping his arm against the piece of furniture. The sound of the wood scooting over the floor and knocking into the table brings an uncharacteristic cringe to his frame, and the bot turns to look up the stairwell quietly. He listens, but not hearing Aunt Cass responding from her room and his scanner revealing her to still be in deeper levels of sleep, he moves on.
Baymax walks around the rest of the furniture and pauses at the front door only long enough to suspend the bell above it, unlock the bolt, and open the doorway to step out into the night.
