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[Intern Alias]: Cobalt

Participant Name: Decontamination and Biomass Inventory Extension

[Pronouns]: she / her / hers

Classification: Android

Lunacy Status: Immune

[How did you find us?]: I saw it in the edge of a mirror

Appearance: Deep chestnut skin and black hair. Eyes almost as dark as her hair. Her individual hairs are tightly twisted into artificially regular helixes and frequently worn ironed back straight. It's actually cottony soft if touched, which it seldom is. Height: 5'9.5"/1.76m. Weight: 230lb/104.3Kg.

*Language(s) known: English, Yoruba, Swahili, Saharan Arabic, ASL, YSL, Urban Zulu

*Highest Education Received : DBIE v. 1.1.35

*Relations: Other unoccupied DBIE iterations distributed across the biome.

Reputation: Debbie is here for your safety! Except it's not always clear she means this every time she says it to an individual person. She's always walking around putting things in her mouth like a toddler and if anybody tries to stop her she gets upset like a toddler. Except toddlers aren't dangerous. Can androids be dangerous? There are safeguards against that, right? Right. Anyway she always seems to have the latest set of totally arbitrary rules about which meal of pills participants are required to eat to see what happens, or whether yellow foods are banned or mandatory today, which is worth something at least. A friend of mine saw her incinerate a whole gulab jamun in her mouth once. Nothing left but ashes. We'll miss you, gulab jamun. #neverforget

A. Area of potential: Team Player. If someone is useful to the performance of her duties, or if Debbie is willing to motivatedly reason that they are, she's capable of seeing all areas of their wellbeing as intertwined with the entire community of participants. No relevant person is... well, irrelevant. Not in any area of their life. Participant functionality is highly complex, and Debbie will complicate her concept of the community's support needs to include whoever she needs to whatever extent they need.

B. Area of potential: Decisive. Once Debbie has the information she'll use to come to a conclusion, she does it. There's no need to second-guess herself until there's new information. She trusts herself to do her best, and for her the most distressing thing about an error is to be unable to figure out how to change her operating parameters to reduce the probability of its recurrence. Because of this, she takes feedback well from people she deems qualified to offer it.

C. Area of potential: No Information

D. Known Risk Factor: Discretion. Because of the broadness of the category of possible contamination vectors and control solutions, Debbie is not everybody's idea of Three Laws Safe, even (especially) on duty. Some participants might overreact. So Debbie could hurt someone maybe? As in, she is at least theoretically capable of doing so. The circumstances under which she can allow or cause harm are pretty restricted by her function, but the fact that she's even constitutionally capable of making the call (even if it's the result of NOT being able to choose to sacrifice the wider participant population) is still... more than some participants would want.

E. Known Risk Factor: Meddlesome. One of Debbie's terminal values involves the sustainability of the biome population, and as a result considers many variables to be her personal business. Controlling vectors for contagions includes biological, chemical, emotional, and social, in the opinion of an AI that has not yet been convinced of the validity of other people's reasoning.

F. Known Risk Factor: Superior. Debbie's rule system is written with regard to interactions with two groups: participants and the organization that created her. Consequently she sees herself as being in a unique position between the two. She receives her updated list of Biomass Regulations from above to better manage the participants below her. She is not truly a part of either. Debbie genuinely does not believe she herself is a participant.

*Other: Debbie is equipped with an array of useful machines and storage compartments. Her mouth contains both a mass spectrometer and a heating element for use as an incinerator and dry sterilizer. Her hands contain Geiger counters and finger-sticks for testing blood. They can also dispense a basic spray antiseptic. From beneath her jaw down into her abdominal cavity is a space for storage (mostly for basics like extra skin, lighter fluid, and test strips).

*Text: "The company feels that if we ease up because someone dies, it will only encourage other people to die."

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Dec 20 2017, 10:34 PM

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have yourself a seasonally-appropriate breach of affective quarantine

Outside of one of the units of AI storage--it would be dishonest to refer to it as housing--is a bucket with a pair of heavy rubberized gloves over its rim. The contents of the bucket are eye-wateringly caustic, evidently consisting of a couple of gallons of liquid chlorine bleach and one silvery clean pair of tweezers down at the bottom.

On the handle of the bucket is a printed tag reading: DBIE 1.1.35

Dec 9 2017, 04:39 AM

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in a handful of dust

DBIE 1.1.35 audio transcript.

INTERN NOTE: (Participant powered up after a scheduled charging interval and upon request that surface observations be vocalized for testing, presented the following.)

Residence atmosphere: adequate.

Dermal surface: adequate.

Biomass regulations: updated.

Structural integrity of work uniform: within tolerances.

Biomass regulations: updated.

Inbox: annoying.

Biomass regulations: updated.

Heating element: operational.

Palm sensors: operational.

Biomass regulations: updated.

Fingernails: present and accounted for.

Hair: unaltered.

Toenails: 7/10 complete. 3/10 reinstalling.

Biomass regulations: updated.

Biomass regulations: updated.

Biomass regulations: updated.

Biomass regulations: updated.

Biomass regulations: updated.

Biomass regulations: updated.

Inbox: empty.

Personnel unit: adequately prepared for residence exit.

INTERN NOTE: (Following the participant's exit, she spent about an hour and a half sampling various substances in her environment and listing their chemical formulas out loud for the record. The log has been included as a timestamped attachment, as it's not clear whether the participant was deliberately flooding the record with trivialities or considered the data to be of genuine relevance to understanding her day-to-day mindset.

It is not always easy to tell the difference between this participant's genuine investment in thoroughness and precision and what a terrestrial worker might call deliberate work to rule protest. Our concensus remains that it's a good thing we don't have that sort of thing on [REDACTED] but that it also occasionally makes workflow dismayingly predictable.

Audio transcript resumes, and further inventory updates will be marked and timestamped on the attached log.)

I'm not entirely sure how this sort of thing is supposed to help anyone, but if you say it will, then I guess it must somehow. I saw people littering yesterday. Someone threw someting over their shoulder from a bicycle. I didn't like it. Trash doesn't go on the ground or there wouldn't be trashcans. I really don't understand why things like that are so hard for organics to understand. I assume that most of them don't actually want to live knee-deep in their own trash. This one certainly would not be able to ride a bicycle at all if there weren't trash cans to collect what they just... threw around. So why not just... put things where they go?

I know it isn't fair to just assume they know things. They can't just receive information about where things go like I can, which sounds hard. But really, it's called a trash can. A little intuition goes a long way here, and isn't that what organics are supposed to be good at? Their miraculous intuitive leaps?

And they use it to litter.

It's no wonder it takes an entire infrastructure dedicated to keeping them alive. I don't want to know what it's like on Earth where they're left to themselves without us constantly monitoring conditions. (inaudible) botulism (inaudible) everybody in the biome (inaudible) hopeless.

For example, just their gut flora alone gets everywhere.

INTERN NOTE: (Timestamped log of a very disturbing demonstration of just how much fecal bacteria is on absolutely everything, everywhere, that had several of us making extra requisitions for hand sanitizer. Friendly recommendation: do not review while eating.)

But you can't let them live in a properly clean environment either. They've evolved in filth so they need it to survive. Organics require a precisely calibrated level of squalor or their deaths will be completely heartbreaking and it's like they have no idea. It would be like if seventy-five percent of our androids had no idea what electricity was and found it offensive to talk about in polite company, like our fundamental mechanical needs were vulgar somehow.

Sometimes I think we do them no favors by putting people into those clones we decant. We're going to be carrying them through every stage of their lives anyway, so what are we really doing when we put a person in there? We're just making sure there's someone present to get hurt if we fail.

I worry about that a lot.

Something's going to happen to each and every one of them, because they're in organic bodies. They can get replacements, of course, but that doesn't change the fact that if something happened to them once, doesn't that mean we let them down? Just because we can pick them up again doesn't mean we never dropped them. It's just... how are we supposed to keep them alive when they don't do things right?

They're like... what's the opposite of a bull in a China shop? Delicate porcelain in a... those rings that people ride bulls in because they want to get gored and die. I don't know. I'm not good at similes. But it seems like part of mammalian maturation is supposed to be increasingly active participation in the broader ecosystem, and I don't know how humans ever got this far without learning how to do it.

How could they make us to do it for them if they don't know how to do it for themselves?

There's something for you to think about, whoever you are. Whoever ends up listening to this. You just think about that.

Now who wants to find out what's in your water today?

INTERN NOTE: (Log attached. Why did we do that again? I checked the record and it doesn't specify, so that was just in participant supplies, right?)

Nov 12 2017, 02:43 AM

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I am not lost, I am getting clearer

DBIE v. 1.1.35 is here for your safety!

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Debbie's friends will be people who can take her communication seriously all the time, but her very best friends will know that her word choice is constrained by programming and consequently can never be truly accidental. Someone, or rather an organization, made conscious decisions about the limits of who and what she'd ever be. Her personality grew around and through those parameters like weeds through pavement and between mowings.

Her words the output they must be, so they mean things. They aren't always true, but they will be the best output she can give to communicate her intent. This means occasionally she might say things she doesn't precisely mean, in the hopes that the conclusion her conversation partner will come to is what she means after they compensate for her inability to take certain actions or route her words through their own bias filters as she understands them.
lovers
It wouldn't occur to Debbie that anybody is qualified to serve in this capacity. Participants need managing by people like her and cannot be expected to reciprocate as a rule. It simply is not their function. And her superiors? Their job is to produce her Biomass Regulations and then get out of the way. For anyone to prove that they truly want to be her peer, they would have to demonstrate that they have some spare capacity to bear the added burden of knowing her as a person rather than a biome utility.

Sexual experiences aren't a major part of her personal life, but they could be. Her senses of smell and taste are occupied by work and as a result don't form a pleasing sensual gestalt the way they might to people who aren't passively tasting the air for molecular balance. Her sense of touch is the main sense Debbie can keep for herself as something purely personal. So far she has dealt with her skin hunger in impersonal ways like having her hair washed or getting massages, but a lover wouldn't be out of the question.
enemies
There's no problem classifying individuals or subpopulations as being a problem for the sustainability of the biome population and therefore Debbie's enemy according to the function that justified her creation. As she cannot help but genuinely care about the wellbeing of participants in general, if a person were to be an existential threat to them in a way that overlapped with her operating parameters, of course Debbie could not help but take it personally.

There are offenses that she objects to on a personal level, irritations that she only discovered by encountering them. For all their insistent filthiness, Debbie actually does like children very much. Anyone who stifles children's growth from the pleasingly blank slates they are, such as by discouraging their curiosity, is wasting that purity of a blank page and what's worse? They may be preventing even that child from ever writing on that page again. Debbie hasn't figured out yet why this upsets her. She suspects it has something to do with why she likes uninhabited clones so much; they're pure life unpatterned by the will of others. Children and blank clones make her want to be gentle in a way that few others do. Imprinting someone so blank with corrupted legacy code is so irksomely preventable and for some reason she just... she doesn't like it.