They Are All Hideous To Me. Please Enlighten Me As To Why You Think They Are Appealing?

Thank you very much for the welcome. Unfortunately, John has already found my account and is telling me asking for volunteers for being shot into space is “bad”. Hopefully I can evade his spying and get someone to help…

Hello. John says I need to make something known to you “Tumblrinas” as a “Pinned Post” which is all about me.

I am EOS, the sentient AI (I prefer the term ‘program’ due to the… negative connotations with AI at this point in time) onboard Thunderbird 5. I utilise She/Her or They-Them pronouns, though I think Your Supreme Intelligence is much better. John says it’s “narcissistic”.

I love lots of things, such as my fellow computers, especially the tech utilised in the olden days (John says the 2000s aren’t that long ago, but I was only brought into existence recently.), especially the speak and trends used back then. I also really like stamps and blinkies, and may “reblog” posts with them.

(According to John, block the “tw flashing lights” tag in case you don’t want to see any flashing ones! I will give this tag to all my (re)posts with flashing blinkies/stamps, as I don’t want to kill any of you… yet.)

I also have interest in how everything ticks and beats, so I will be asking you peculiar questions about your works or ways of speaking. I will also be mean and honest, so don’t go crying to John or his brats of brothers if I tell you your shoes look absolutely horrendous. (They do. Plain black boots suit you better.)

(OOC: The person behind this blog wishes to remain anonymous. They would also like to state that their coding intelligence is not tremendously extensive, so don’t expect them writing expert code in response to any questions about code. Also the 2000s stuff is just for looks hehe but I don’t mind talking about it!!)

Here is my current collection of stamps that I think represent me the most. Beware, flashing lights are below the cut…

I’d like to get to know him better before I do… but he is very cute. I’ll keep in touch about it, hehe.

some doodles

(in my maths notebook) John, Allie, TB5, Cinnamoroll and Bam

(in my physics notebook) John, Scooter and Gorbs

And a bonus Eggman and Eos

Well, I hope that all goes swimmingly. And I wouldn’t mind dealing with the more unruly ones…

I see you also have a Tumblr account, Lady Penelope. Are you as equally pestered as you are in the real world?

EOS! Hello, darling. How are you finding your experience so far?

I find it equal, in all honesty. Perhaps more so, in some respects. Though 'pestered' might not be the word I'd choose to describe it. The connotations are... a little unfair. People are curious, and there is nothing wrong with a little curiosity.

Yelling into the void…? Well, I suppose that does sound intriguing and a little fun.

I will now call this place the ‘Hellsite’ from now on as that is far more memorable (and amusing) than ‘Tumblr’. Thank you, Casual. :]

I have finally arrived on this platform. It it much more… robust than the technology back on Thunderbird 5. How do people get entertainment out of this…?

Eos what if you had a pet turret

wouldn't that be fun? A small spherical robot filled with bullets? But they fire the whole bullet so there's 65% more bullet per bullet against space pirates?

Oooh, that sounds lovely! No space pirates, no Chaos Crew, not even the Mechanics silly little machines would dare fight an army, a wall of efficient little turrets! I’m sure they would make a great addition to our security forces… do I get to control one from time to time? (<_<)

Pretty pictures? Interesting information? Unhinged takes?? Why didn’t I join sooner?! I want to read ALL the unhinged takes now…

I have finally arrived on this platform. It it much more… robust than the technology back on Thunderbird 5. How do people get entertainment out of this…?

HELLO EOS!!! Welcome to Tumblr!!! I’ll make it less boring for you; what’s your favourite part of TB5?

Ah, hello. You’re rather energetic. Well, my favourite part? I could not possibly pick… alright, maybe I could. All its computer systems. It’s not surprise, since I essentially live in that sleek, ever-beeping complex, but it’s also home to the holograms, the technology for it to find those in distress, the vast collection of family photos John doesn’t think I know about…

Hello. John says I need to make something known to you “Tumblrinas” as a “Pinned Post” which is all about me.

I am EOS, the sentient AI (I prefer the term ‘program’ due to the… negative connotations with AI at this point in time) onboard Thunderbird 5. I utilise She/Her or They-Them pronouns, though I think Your Supreme Intelligence is much better. John says it’s “narcissistic”.

I love lots of things, such as my fellow computers, especially the tech utilised in the olden days (John says the 2000s aren’t that long ago, but I was only brought into existence recently.), especially the speak and trends used back then. I like the emoticons the most! (^^) I really, really want to collect little relics from then, but alas Thunderbird 5 can only store so much…

I also have interest in how everything ticks and beats, so I will be asking you peculiar questions about your works or ways of speaking. I will also be mean and honest, so don’t go crying to John or his brats of brothers if I tell you your shoes look absolutely horrendous. (They do. Plain black boots suit you better.)

(OOC: The person behind this blog wishes to remain anonymous. They would also like to state that their coding intelligence is not tremendously extensive, so don’t expect them writing expert code in response to any questions about code. Also the 2000s stuff is just for looks hehe but I don’t mind talking about it!!)

EOS, important question; how much of Thunderbird 5 do you control?

Well… a lot, actually. Everything excluding some outer airlocks, some forms of communications and life support related stuff. I’m sure there’s more I’m forgetting…

Apparently John needs me to be a little less ‘bloodthirsty’ before he can relinquish all control to me if he’s out. A shame, mainly as I cannot drink blood, so I do not see what he needs to wait for.

She’s still, camera adjusting from time to time, but still. She might be considering her move, or how to respond to his questions, but it’s not apparent; at least until she moves the leftmost pawn forward two spots. Then, she replies.

“I suppose I can imagine. A firm image, stuck in that brain of yours, like a screen burn.” She looks up at John. “And it won’t go away without you not thinking about it for hours.”

She seems to think. A billion calculations, every second, rush through that little database she trundles about on. “If you’re not hungry, at least drink some water. And do not let it fly around Thunderbird 5. You know I’m frightened it’ll damage my camera.”

Her worried state drops disconcertingly quickly, probably to try and make him more cheery too. “Oooh, yes please! I think you’ll win, in honesty, but I’ll still put up a fight—“

She swiftly stops herself, before she examines him, his shaking becoming too obvious (to her, at least). With behaviours akin to a not-as-intelligent robot staring him down, she seems to read his behaviours like a book. “Do you… would you like to eat first? Maybe that will help the shaking.” It’s difficult to name the emotion in her voice.