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Pribadium’s friends once compared her to Rick Sanchez. She is not as
cartoonish as he is, and she doesn’t break any laws of logic, like building
a robot in a couple seconds with a screwdriver just to pass the butter. She
does, however, frequently invent things just because the ideas are floating
in her head, and she has to get them out. Or rather, she did. She has not
developed anything significant in years, so she’s a little rusty.
Humanity is nowhere near the end of science, but they have pretty
much solved every problem. Primary drivers are moderate performance
improvements, scale, distribution and access, and most importantly,
efficiency. The most pressing issue facing the universe right now is
figuring out how to perform the most complex calculations using the least
amount of energy. It’s profoundly important, and will only become more so
further down the timeline as entropy progresses, but it’s certainly not fun,
especially not for her. She pivoted to Administration and Operations because
it was a challenge.
Now she has to go back to her old self to understand who this
self-proclaimed embodiment of the population of this universe is. But if
she’s gonna do it, she’s gonna do it her way, and her way...is not the
normal way. Instead of trying to recall the procedural memory that she has
lost over time, all she has to do is call forth a younger version of her who
still has the required skills. She playfully calls it
instantiating her panda.
“Why do you call it that?” Sora questions as he’s watching her prepare.
“Inside joke,” Pribadium explains as she checks the imaging chamber’s
integrity.
“So you’re going to contact yourself from another time? Isn’t that
dangerous?”
“It would be, if that were it,” Pribadium begins. “Any time travel risks
irreparably throwing off our current conditional state. This is more like a
revision history.”
Sora nods. “So you’re still trying to do the mobile command center thing.”
Pribadium stops working for a moment. Though everything has changed about
their circumstances, nothing has changed about their objectives. Well, at
least not Pribadium’s goals. She still wants to separate this pocket
of the universe, and she still wants to travel the bulk with it. “I can’t
think of anything more important than that right now. Understanding that
amalgam in the other room is only in service to that end.”
“I see,” Sora says. “Well, I’ll leave you to it, then.”
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, mister.” Pribadium is still not looking at
him, in favor of focusing on the work. “You stole my tech and abused it.
Don’t think I forgot about that. I don’t know if it led to what happened
with the Stonehenge model, but that’s exactly why you’ll have to be tested
too.” Now she looks at him like a shushy librarian. “You placed this whole
lab at risk, not to mention the universe. I forgive you on a personal level,
but you may yet pose a risk, so you’re next on the list.”
“Okay,” Sora agrees with his tail between his legs. He sits down on the
bench.
Pribadium is ready. She boots up the machine, and waits for a previously
saved state to appear in the form of a hologram that both of them can see
and hear.
Pribadium!Zero’s image slowly renders at first before completing in a blink.
She looks around to orient herself before looking at Pribadium!One.
“Whassuuuuuuup!!!!!!!”
“Aren’t they supposed to say, report in these situations?” Sora
questions.
“I was an ornery little bitch.” Pribadium looks at her self. “Listen up,
Egg. I got some work to do, and I need your brain to do it.”
“Fuck you, Chicken.”
