“Technically” Sentient: Chapter 6

This entry is part 6 of 22 in the series "Technically" Sentient

Amonna grimaced as the stink of the maintenance deck washed over her. A mixture of ozone, oil, and stale air that was almost entirely dehumidified to better preserve electronics stung at her gills. She could hear the sound of heavy industrial machinery at work in the dark around her, the cavernous space clanging, thumping, grinding […]

“Technically” Sentient: Chapter 7

This entry is part 7 of 22 in the series "Technically" Sentient

“Rise and shine, little Cas. There’s just so much to say, and so little time to say it in.” The C.A.S.I.I. unit self-designated ‘Cas’ was slow to rouse. Basic systems began their startup cycles piecemeal, and critical processes were acting . . . lethargic. She felt groggy. Sick, if it were possible. Which it shouldn’t […]

“Technically” Sentient: Chapter 8

This entry is part 8 of 22 in the series "Technically" Sentient

Darren had never been much of a bird person. He always found that birds themselves were terrible pets characterized by an over-fondness of making horrible sounds and smells, all the while being functionally incapable of displaying any kind of affection for their owners. Whether or not he was correct about terrestrial birds was immaterial at […]

“Technically” Sentient: Chapter 9

This entry is part 9 of 22 in the series "Technically" Sentient

Cas decided that she hated running. Not because it was tiring, or anything ridiculously organic like that, but because of the amount of flailing involved. Hurling herself from one foot to the other, tottering along like some chaos pendulum stabilized only by several complex mathematic subroutines and a solid understanding of the laws of motion. […]

“Technically” Sentient: Chapter 10

This entry is part 10 of 22 in the series "Technically" Sentient

Cas felt nothing. Which . . . was a surprise, because she certainly thought she should be feeling something. Then came a sort of fuzzy feeling, followed by a sensation of itching in places she was fairly certain didn’t exist. Her sensor feeds began trickling along again, slowly at first, slowly building up until her […]