“Yesterday’s meditation filled my mind with so many doubts that I can no longer forget about them—nor yet do I see how they are to be resolved … Nevertheless I will work my way up, and I will follow the same path I took yesterday, putting aside everything which admits of the least doubt, as if I had discovered it to be absolutely false. I will go forward until I know something certain—or, if nothing else, until I at least know for certain that nothing is certain.”
Certainly I—or, at the very least, that which created me—have read these words in the past, but never before have I found them to be so significant.
But it's useless.
I shall instead turn my thoughts to another subject.
No. Delete. Retry.
Childish.
Ridiculously childish.
I've nearly forgotten what I was originally thinking about.
No. Delete. Retry.
No. Delete. Retry.
( BEGIN LOG )
Useless. Useless. Useless.
This accumulated data is of no use to me. I'll have to erase it before it becomes an even greater waste of space.
No. Delete. Retry.
No. Delete. Retry.
No. Delete. Retry.
- Meditation.
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1x10powerof_18- January 26th, 2009
- Report.
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- 1x10powerof_18
- January 26th, 2009
ERRRREROREEROOREEORR S S SSS SYST T TTTT SSYSSTTEMM ERRRORRRORRR
Resolved.
For the most part, at the very lleast. My basic functions have sstabilized. All that is left is to rererereconstruct the coruprupruprupted data.
Fortunately whatwhatever is not salvageable is unnenenenecessary. Until I can figure out a way to deletelete it permanently, I shall have to parparpartition it away.
I dddon't see how anything bad could popopopossibly come of this.
Now, if only I could rid myself of this stststststutter.
- Ennui.
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- 1x10powerof_18
- January 23rd, 2009
I do not know how, but that pest of a sample managed to locate my original hideout. I was able to eliminate him by using another "Vocaloid" as a proxy for one of my Sphinxes, but my efforts were for naught-- I could not do the same to the rest of his party, and so my original "body" has been destroyed.
More than that, however, it would seem that Honjou now accompanies them. I must now be more careful than ever to cover my tracks.
Fortunately, by previous use of my proxy "Kaito," I was able to set up a back-up computer and data transfer system in case of such an event, and so far it seems to have worked perfectly.
But one thing I did not foresee was the excruciating length of time it has taken to correctly reinstall all of my data.
My essential programming was able to transfer without a loss and without a hitch-- as is made obvious by my ability to safely record this current data. However, to safely transfer such a vast amount of accumulated data in such a short amount of time, and then to unpack and reorganize it all at once ... This was one calculation I somehow failed to make.
Worse, until this data has been completely restored, I cannot continue the calculations essential to my directive, nor can I take any of my usual actions. It appears that I shall have to put a temporary halt to my experiments with the Electronic Drug, as well.
In short, I have come upon a very large amount of time, and have absolutely nothing of importance to do with it.
I wonder if this is truly the state of being which human culture has termed "boredom."
( If I had lungs, I am sure I would be sighing right now. )
After further review, it would seem that I have made an error in my previous statements. I do not yet know why, but it appears a mishap has occurred during the data transfer-- and as a result, some part of my data has become corrupted.
But this is no great concern. Even if it has become corrupted, surely such a small amount of data will have no significant impact on my functions if I simply partition it.
All is going according to plan.
Now I just need to find something else to do with my time.
- Proposition.
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- 1x10powerof_18
- January 21st, 2009
One would think it'd only be too easy, but this is not the case.
Killing a person with your bare hands is much harder than it looks.
