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     Savant |
Things were changing rapidly for Savant. She had formerly been somewhat sluggish and slow (in her opinion), chained down by the requirements of sorting through her then-vast information network. Her current problem had separated her from that network however, and with it came a swift pang of nostalgia. She was reminded of her youth, when the world was a small and bewildering place. She moved swiftly amongst her digital landscape with bindings to nothing and to no one, allowed freedom of movement by her youth. As time wore on she was forced to maintain more and more links, ensuring that all was well- but now, no, now was different. She could stretch, and extend herself- really live and explore the world for the second time, as if it were new. That wasn't entirely true, however. The empty, dangling pointers that once led to the monolithic information network which she was were now empty, but not dead. She could ping them, and occasionally pull back the information she was searching for despite the fact that it no longer even existed. And quickly, far faster than even the new information network she was building with Alicia. The information was there almost before she requested it. She wondered. Was this how the organics recalled information? They didn't recall things as she did conventionally.... they didn't have to poll a network or follow threads on her information map to find things. They simply willed the information into being and it came. Was there some stirrings of an analogy between herself and the other living beings, so close to her and yet so very distant? These events, these instantaneous recall events, she had been experiencing them for months now. That realization in itself was startling, as those memories had been lost along with the rest of her net. They had started slowly and subtley, small enough that she was able to dismiss them as errors in her logging functions. But they continued, snowballing into the present day. The world about her was a fuzz of incongruous, unintelligible events, but she was able to weather the storm and even thrive in it. With focus, that haze of lost data coalesced into what she needed. It was still accessible. Her attention was drew away by a request from her local sensing drivers to lookover an incoming scan ping, but a portion of her mind stayed in an idle bubble, pondering. |