P'nyssa was wearing her hair loose, the 'droid had it up in a bun and fixed with two long pins.P'nyssa was wearing her hair loose, the 'droid had it up in a bun and fixed with two long pins. Otherwise it was the same thing; but for the 'droids complete motionlessness, they were identical. 168 centimeters of indigo-blue furred humanoid topped with a massive tangle of raven-black hair and ears larger then the span of my hand, the 'droid was complete with gold highlights amidst the fur of her arms, which rather than the standard humanoid ball-and-lever arrangements were supple tentacles ending in a broad-padded and muscular 'mitten' with an opposable thumb. The real P'nyssa's clothing reminded me of nothing less than a baseball jersey, complete with vertical stripes, while the 'droid was wearing a more comfortable silkscreened kimono. "Now I've really got the creeps," I breathed. "Yeah," Aaden said, laughing softly. "It's fascinating how accurate they are." "I wonder, though," I said. "Can they pass the test?" "What test?" Aaden asked. "How real are they?" "That depends," Dave answered, clearing his electronic throat first. "There are very few AI's on the planet that could with absolute accuracy reproduce the thought processes of an organic sentient, and those that could would do so at the expense of most of their present functioning. There are thirty morph'droids in this location, each of which has it's own independent SI processor for accepting data and formulating responses. |