Previously:
To: 08019652164
From: 08092101859
Dear sir/madam,
Attached is the program "CV02". It is an incomplete AI project, currently lacking in data for the category "emotions". We would like you to complete the project for us as some difficulties have come up. Please allow the program to run constantly and it would improve by itself along the way. Please do not respond to this message as it would only complicate matters further.
Thank you for your co-operation.
Haruto hoped that the recipient would be able to finish up the AI project dubbed as "CV02". That is, if the number he had keyed in even existed in the first place.
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A small "ping" came from a bluehead's phone.
He would've checked it if it wasn't practically midnight. Which made sense, considering that a certain lab was in America. But still, curiousity got the better of him and he flipped over on his bed, groping for his phone in the darkness.
Once he recognised a familiar shape in his hands, he rolled over again, clicking the power button almost automatically. He squinted his eyes at the brightness of the screen, as his eyesight slowly adjusted to the sight in front of him.
"You have one new message."
The male groaned and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, sitting up to a more comfortable position. He unlocked his screen and clicked on the SMS app, his eyes scanning through the message that had been sent to him.
To: 08019652164
From: 08092101859
Dear sir/madam,
Attached is the program "CV02". It is an incomplete AI project, currently lacking in data for the category "emotions". We would like you to complete the project for us as some difficulties have come up. Please allow the program to run constantly and it would improve by itself along the way. Please do not respond to this message as it would only complicate matters further.
Thank you for your co-operation.
He squinted at the message, not sure if he had read it correctly. Well, squinted more. His eyes were already trying to withstand the brightness of the screen.
Was it a type of virus? A malware, perhaps? Kaito didn't know whether to trust this message or not.
Deciding to give this a shot, the bluenet promptly clicked the file and started its download.
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The only thing that he could remember from before was someone's blurry face staring down at him, and the faint glimpse if a lab coat. He didn't know before what, he couldn't even remember his name. All he knew is that he was. He existed. That was all.
When he gained the senses of sight, sound, and whatnot, he found himself standing in a… space. This area was completely white, and it seemed normal until his sensors detected where he really was. He was in a compressed file, attached to a message on someone's phone.
He wondered if there was any way to get out of this endless space. One thing he knew for sure, was that he was bored out of his wits.
The blond didn't see the room turn a faint shade of green. Neither did he spot the dark green 1's and 0's coming his way. He didn't even realise he wasn't alone until he felt something cram itself into his brain.
"Wh-what?" the male gasped out as pieces of coding rammed into his consciousness, almost overloading his mind with the data. It felt like his head was about to burst from all that information, which was the last thing he needed now. Somehow, the horrible feeling sparked a sort of memory, but it faded far too quickly for him to know what it was.
Then, as soon as the sensation came, it was gone. He had barely noticed in the pain of the moment that he had been transferred to a different space. Everything was clear now; memories were flooding back, and he regained a certain way of thought. Despite that, something felt missing, like a chunk of his brain had disappeared and was nowhere to be found.
He was busy contemplating his newfound thoughts before he realised a small screen had appeared in front of him.
"Hello?" A deep voice startled the blond out of his thoughts. He quickly glanced around, before finding a small rectangular screen in front of him. There was a blue-headed male on the other side and when the AI reached out his hand, he was shocked at the coolness of the small window. Or he would be, if he was a normal person. But the male found himself empty of feelings.
Glass, he thought. The window felt like glass.
The person at the other end seemed taken aback at Len's sudden appearance. "So it does work…" he heard the other person mumble.
"What works?" the blond asked. It wasn't out of curiosity or anything, it just felt like the correct response.
The bluenet on the other side blinked. "U-uh, nothing." Len didn't find what was so shocking about himself.
Kaito cleared his throat. "So… Okay, first things first, what do I call you?"
He knew the answer to this one. It was definite.
"I can be referred to as CV02 or Kagamine Len, if you prefer."
The bluenet leaned towards the window.
"You can call me-"
"Kaito Shion? Your name is in the stored data."
Kaito jerked back and nodded slowly. He chewed on his lip for a second before telling him.
"So, this person or whatever sent me a message that you were an incomplete program and that I have to teach you emotions now."
Len just stared at him.
"That makes sense. It appears that there is something missing from my coding. I would appreciate it if you could do your job promptly."
Kaito gave a nervous laugh. Len raised an eyebrow.
"Um… I'm not so sure that I can do that…"
Len's first instinct was to facepalm. A small prickle of something appeared to explode in Len's mind. He didn't know what it was, nor did he recognize it, it was just… there.
Despite the fact Len knew he would be stuck with this "Kaito" for a long time, he still treated him like a stranger. Which made sense, since they only met a while ago.
"So!" Kaito cleared his throat, making an awkward attempt at starting a conversation. "Do you know what emotions are?"
The blond responded almost immediately with a curt nod.
Kaito smiled.
"I guess that makes it easier, then," he mumbled. "So, um, do you know how you learn? Like, do you learn by seeing people do things or…?"
Len stared at him. He sighed.
"You're trying to teach me emotions. What do you think?"
He gave a dry laugh. He'd forgot about that.
"Well, I guess you're kinda stuck with me now, so you'll just have to… observe."
Kaito smiled once again. Len was used to colder, more objective stares. He would have to get used to this man.
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Okay, sorry for ending this chapter on such an abrupt note, but even though I've been posting so much lately, I've actually been going through a writing depression. Like, The Great Depression, but for writing. So, my parts might be a little bland, for lack of a better word.
Aaand I hoped you didn't post this without me knowing. I actually thought of some stuff to write, but meh.
I guess it'll be me taking over the writing from now on…? Like, I can manage this and homework. Okay, that's it.
Kyasarin, Keito, out~