Test Run - Future AU Tadashi/Baymax muse
Nov. 14th, 2014 11:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
take85The San Fransokyo Institute of Technology stands quiet in the darkness of the night, as it should be with the hour now fast approaching midnight. Strangely, however, one set of lights remains on in an office connected to what had been lovingly dubbed as the 'nerd lab'. At this time of the night, no one enrolled in the program should still be there.
In fact, no student had stayed.
Baymax had remained behind that evening though. As he had informed his fellow teammates, he needed to update his medical information with his first annual download of new research in the field of healthcare. Tadashi had foreseen the need to keep up to date with the ever-evolving technology and science of medicine, and had programmed Baymax to assess his own information with a comparison to new data once a year. With greater levels of understanding of known diseases, new diseases, new medical treatments, new pharmaceuticals, and new or updated procedures, there is a great deal for the bot to sort through. He had told them not to be concerned, and that he would be awaiting their return the next day.
Yet, the bot shouldn't need the lights on still to continue such a task after the initial bulk download.
While downloading from what had once been Tadashi's old computer, Baymax had absorbed the raw data that had been utilized by his maker to formulate an understanding of the human brain and changes in neurotransmitter levels. That recorded data happens to be months worth of the life that had created him...and with it, the digital version of the very same neural pathways that had dreamed of Baymax.
Now, the bot sits at the computer in the chair, leaning forward with his body halfway deflated. He taps at the keyboard, the movements fast and with an unexpected ease as though he had practiced...when Baymax had never had the need to utilize the input device. Suddenly his digits stop moving, and he stares at the screen with the shutters over his camera eyes narrowing for a few seconds. Then all at once he flops himself back in the chair, dropping his head back to look up towards the ceiling.
An uncharacteristic sound escapes his voice synthesizer, "Ugh, no that's not it!" The tone is stressed, the familiar voice suddenly very fluid and full of inflection.
In fact, no student had stayed.
Baymax had remained behind that evening though. As he had informed his fellow teammates, he needed to update his medical information with his first annual download of new research in the field of healthcare. Tadashi had foreseen the need to keep up to date with the ever-evolving technology and science of medicine, and had programmed Baymax to assess his own information with a comparison to new data once a year. With greater levels of understanding of known diseases, new diseases, new medical treatments, new pharmaceuticals, and new or updated procedures, there is a great deal for the bot to sort through. He had told them not to be concerned, and that he would be awaiting their return the next day.
Yet, the bot shouldn't need the lights on still to continue such a task after the initial bulk download.
While downloading from what had once been Tadashi's old computer, Baymax had absorbed the raw data that had been utilized by his maker to formulate an understanding of the human brain and changes in neurotransmitter levels. That recorded data happens to be months worth of the life that had created him...and with it, the digital version of the very same neural pathways that had dreamed of Baymax.
Now, the bot sits at the computer in the chair, leaning forward with his body halfway deflated. He taps at the keyboard, the movements fast and with an unexpected ease as though he had practiced...when Baymax had never had the need to utilize the input device. Suddenly his digits stop moving, and he stares at the screen with the shutters over his camera eyes narrowing for a few seconds. Then all at once he flops himself back in the chair, dropping his head back to look up towards the ceiling.
An uncharacteristic sound escapes his voice synthesizer, "Ugh, no that's not it!" The tone is stressed, the familiar voice suddenly very fluid and full of inflection.
