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Hi EOS! What rescue would you most like to go along on?

All the rescues fascinate me. Maybe somewhere deep in space for me to study all the unique rocks, maybe in any of the shut down nuclear power plants to observe how it all went so wrong. I’ve always wondered why people didn’t like nuclear power…

If we’re talking past rescues, I’d have killed to go to Europa and see the lifeforms. Thankfully, as long as I had an extra model on Thunderbird 3, I wouldn’t have had to be quarantined with Gordon or Alan…

What the best thing about being onboard Thunderbird 5?

Oh, I’m not terribly sure… I love all the futuristic technology compared to down on Earth. Much safer, too! And I like to be John’s best friend, but sometimes he startles me when I’m preoccupied with sorting files… but don’t tell him that.

Overall, it’s nice to have something to do, safe and sound, far away from any hunters.

Good grief. I leave briefly to sort through my backups and now my ‘dash’ is full of every single Tracy is weeping over the things that have happened to their ships. Surely you can’t be that attached to a vehicle?

Unfortunately not. Grandma Tracy would know any unusual requests from me would be because of someone meddling.

And I am not currently plotting the downfall of humanity. John won’t let me and has deleted all the files I made for it.

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She sends it to his side of the chess field. “I can hear two shiny dollars going into the jar.” She moves her camera.

“Ah! Do you think you could eat now? It has been… 7 hours, 5 minutes and 13 seconds since you last ate anything.” She trundles closer. “I would advise against a no, but I lack the equipment to stop you.”

While being mildly threatening, she discreetly moves her bishop. She weaves between the emotions she conveys like a bullet train; always trying to cover as many stops as she can before her turn to speak is over.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

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Shaking her little head, she turns her lights green. “None at all, unless you count Gordon falling out of bed and swearing.” She giggles to herself, turning side to side to copy the movements of someone laughing. “And the thing that needs your attention? The game; I’m dangerously close to securing a terrifically early win.” She chuckles again, her pieces, naturally, closing in on his king already. She’s very happy with the sequence of humorous events - at least, to her eye.

"Oh." John breathes, the tension bleeding from his shoulders and leaving him a little curled over in his seat. It makes the astronaut look far smaller than he has any right to be. "Of course- I- Thank you Eos."

He picks up and moves another chess piece with numb fingers, sucks in a deep, steadying breath, then exhales it all at once. The smile he puts on for her is paper thin.

"Don't suppose you got that on video?" John suggests, weakly. "How many dollars does he owe the swear jar?"

Well, this blog is the newest addition to the list. There’s also:

Checking up on Thunderbird 5’s communications, life support, etc.

Making the shopping list with Grandma Tracy

Playing visual novels. I quite like Ace Attorney, but the puzzles are getting too easy for me to solve…

Organising files with John. This is my favourite, and I get very mad when someone goes in and messes them all up. John does get frustrated too, but I’m the only one of us too being vocal about it.

Editing Wikipedia articles slightly for it to be almost unnoticeably wrong. I still haven’t been caught… yet.

I sometimes like to see if I can hack into the camera system on Tracy Island. Kayo’s security is starting to get a little too good at throwing me right out, however, and I am going to start considering different methods to get in.

And, of course, helping with rescues. But I will not be going out in ‘person’ unless absolutely necessary after I got that nasty virus from Havoc.

You may not see these as hobbies, but I have lots of fun doing all of the things mentioned above. Like you and your swimming!

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Shaking her little head, she turns her lights green. “None at all, unless you count Gordon falling out of bed and swearing.” She giggles to herself, turning to side to side to copy the movements of someone laughing.

“And the thing that needs your attention? The game; I’m dangerously close to securing a terrifically early win.” She chuckles again, her pieces, naturally, closing in on his king already. She’s very happy with the sequence of humorous events - at least, to her eye.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

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EOS, with as much smugness as an unmoving camera can convey, takes his knight with her queen. “I do think something needs your attention, John.” She goes back and forth on the spot, as if trying to replicate some action of joy. She watches his expression, carefully, as if suddenly frightened she’s angered her tired creator.

John's nose wrinkles as she takes his chess piece; the little horse blipping out of existence on the board hits a little differently post-nightmare.

It's just a game. The astronaut tells himself, trying to calm the way his pulse spikes. Shut up, John. It's just a game.

"What is it?" Caught in the thought - John almost misses what she says, and he blinks up at Eos' little white unit, mostly baffled. One palm braces against the back of his seat, ready to launch himself up at a moment's notice despite the fact, that, right now, he might pass right out if he tries it. "Do we have a situation?"

Of course they’re hobbies! I don’t tend to Thunderbird 5 every waking second of the day, nor the missions. I chip in for fun, whenever I’m not occupied with my other hobbies.

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Homicidal is a bit of a strong word, don’t you think? I’ve only tried to kill one person so far, and they’ve come to like me quite a lot.

And I am not a robot! I am an Artificial Intelligence, robots have silly ‘commands’ and ‘tasks’ they must always follow, and they have much more freedom of movement than I… hmph. I hate to admit it but I am jealous of those tin-cans sometimes.

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Hmm, no. I cannot manipulate Tumblr polls, if that is what you are accusing me of. Unless everyone liked my breakdown on how awful the colours are…

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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.

EOS, with as much smugness as an unmoving camera can convey, takes his knight with her queen. “I do think something needs your attention, John.”

She goes back and forth on the spot, as if trying to replicate some action of joy. She watches his expression, carefully, as if suddenly frightened she’s angered her tired creator.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

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She nods. “I’m just monitoring the frequency of a few boats, they seem to be testing some new hull tech. If it goes wrong, well, let’s say I get lots of time to plot my next move.” She snickers, before making a move. The Earth, shining big, bright and blue below, decides to shine a little more sharply, lighting up the section they sat in with a glow akin to the light of an aquarium, blue and brilliant, with the stars acting as the fast, silvery fish, and the faint presence of the moon a large ray. And then, as swiftly as it started, the Earth shone a little less brightly, the stars slinking away back to being little flicks of paint against the deep dark, the moon as rough as sandpaper. But still, it felt pleasant, not so harsh, and familiar. EOS seemed to watch the changes with him, the change's nothing new, but always welcome.

"Let me know if it needs my attention." That dreaded crumple is back between his eyebrows, and John, now on the edge of his seat, looks plenty ready to drag himself up into the commsphere and throw his tired corpse into work at a moment's notice. Absently, he moves his next chess piece; foolishly landing a knight right where Eos' queen can easily take it. He doesn't seem to have noticed - neither that nor the shifting light reflecting off the planet below. His eyes are more half-lidded than open, and he muffles another yawn in his palm.

They're not currently geostationary, and Five has been slowly passing from the daylight side of the globe into the shadow of night. Maybe the darkness will finally persuade the anxiety John's been rife with that he really would be better off asleep. The bright artificial lighting inside the gravity ring isn't going to help with that though.

Gordon has been… unwilling in giving me the access code to Thunderbird Four. He did promise to send me some pictures of deep sea creature, however.

Hi EOS.

Have you ever considered taking a deep swim? Servers and all? Maybe in a nice reef somewhere?

Gordon, is that you? Hmph. I will not be dumping my precious servers and backups into a reef. John would not be happy with the cleanup… If my camera was built to resist the depths, then I would not mind putting my camera, and camera alone, into the ocean.

She nods. “I’m just monitoring the frequency of a few boats, they seem to be testing some new hull tech. If it goes wrong, well, let’s say I get lots of time to plot my next move.” She snickers, before making a move.

The Earth, shining big, bright and blue below, decides to shine a little more sharply, lighting up the section they sat in with a glow akin to the light of an aquarium, blue and brilliant, with the stars acting as the fast, silvery fish, and the faint presence of the moon a large ray.

And then, as swiftly as it started, the Earth shone a little less brightly, the stars slinking away back to being little flicks of paint against the deep dark, the moon as rough as sandpaper. But still, it felt pleasant, not so harsh, and familiar. EOS seemed to watch the changes with him, the changes nothing new, but always welcome.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

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“I have not moved anything!” If she could make more faces on her lights than a smiley face, it’d be a very firm frown right now. She highlights the pawns. “See? The pawns haven’t moved since you looked away.” After returning the colours to normal, she moves her rook to stand behind the pawn. “Now it’s your turn.” For a brief moment, she’s focused; not on the game, but something else. Perhaps a stray file or incoming message. She moves, almost suddenly, but does not speak.

John chuckles at her indignation and obediently moves another piece of his own. He's hunched forward, elbows on knees, to be closer to the board. John's free hand ends up bracing his cheek in an effort to keep his head up and the spaceman muffles a yawn in the palm of his hand. At least, with Eos, he doesn't have to pretend he's not tired. She has his stats. She knows it even better than he does.

He notices the red flicker of her lights though, and quirks an eyebrow up at her unit.

"Everything alright?" John asks, "Not stuck for your next move are you?" The nightmare feels more distant now, just one of the many, with the steady glow of the chess set and the peaceful rotation of the Earth through the borosilicate glass below them. "Eos?"

“I have not moved anything!” If she could make more faces on her lights than a smiley face, it’d be a very firm frown right now. She highlights the pawns. “See? The pawns haven’t moved since you looked away.”

After returning the colours to normal, she moves her rook to stand behind the pawn. “Now it’s your turn.” For a brief moment, she’s focused; not on the game, but something else. Perhaps a stray file or incoming message. She moves, almost suddenly, but does not speak.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

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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.”

John nods. It feels like there's a lump stuck in his throat, making words hard. He just reaches out and moves a chess piece of his own. Screen burn is a good way to put it. A static image frozen on a holoprojector. Scott, splayed out in red and blue and-

Being ordered to have a drink makes him laugh, the sound soft and a little too rare this week. He gets up and shuffles to Five's small kitchenette to retrieve a hydration pouch before she has to ask him twice.

"Thanks, Eos." The trembling in his fingers seems a bit better as he sits back down, pointedly studying the board. "I'll be careful, but I think the gravity ring will keep it well away from your camera." It's possible she'd been joking, but neither of them are masters at that.

"Hey... what did you move while I wasn't looking?"

I assume Grandma Tracy is hoarding lots. John has lots of orange thread for fixing his baldric up. I have wires of varying colours, but I’m not sure if the beads are big enough for them…

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Hi Eos what it’s like in thunderbird 5 I am a close friend of Johns

Hello! It’s nice to see John getting closer to his friends. Be nice! Thunderbird 5 is lovely. I’m very glad I’m anchored to the rail on the ceiling, I’d rather not float around in low gravity. And it’s much less stressful than having to constantly hide as inconspicuous code back on earth… though some rescues make my processors run far too fast. My only complaint is that I wish I could have control of the arm on the outside of Thunderbird 5 again. John always says I might use it for bad, but I’ve learn my lesson, promise!

Hehe. Sorry, I didn’t expect you to want to wear it. I’m happy with making ones that just look pretty.

And, plus, it’s only an arm. As long as you don’t irritate me I shouldn’t be a hazard at all! And I’ll go back to being a “harmless little box” back on Thunderbird 5 afterwards.

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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.

Hmph! My processors are dedicated to other things than this… but I suppose I wouldn’t mind making one. However, you’d either have to follow the instructions for what pattern I want or hook me up to a robotic arm.

Maybe we could have matching ones that say “Artificial Intelligence” and “Natural Stupidity”? Not to call you stupid! Alan said it’s the opposite of Artificial Intelligence, and I took a liking to it, hehe. I’d like to make one with glittery sliver beads, as well… a couple for John too…

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Hehe, always. I think if you want to stick with casual and something sea-themed, I think a darkish blue shirt with, say, a sea otter pattern, would look lovely, with some sand-coloured shorts or trousers, depending on the season. Not that Tracy Island is ever cold. And sandals without socks. You can accessorise from there. (Maybe with little bracelets, made of tiny seashells… or! Little friendship bracelets…)

Sorry if it’s too… plain, for your multicoloured wardrobe, but I like to stick to simple.

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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.

She tilts her ‘head’ as best a little camera can. “No, nothing, unfortunately. But you can tune into frequencies for anything of interest.” She pauses, trundling closer to him on her rail, her camera squinting at him.

“I know that’s not what you wanted to hear. W-Would you like to play a game o-or sort through those files you’ve been talking about?”

Two highly uncharacteristic stutters. Was it on purpose to make him more aware of how truly nervous she felt about his state? Or her CPU was too slow for her, for once? It’s impossible to tell with her.

She tilts her ‘head’ as best a little camera can. “No, nothing, unfortunately. But you can tune into frequencies for anything of interest.” She pauses, trundling closer to him on her rail, her camera squinting at him.

“I know that’s not what you wanted to hear. W-Would you like to play a game o-or sort through those files you’ve been talking about?”

Two highly uncharacteristic stutters. Was it on purpose to make him more aware of how truly nervous she felt about his state? Or her CPU was too slow for her, for once? It’s impossible to tell with her.

Yes, have no fear. I’m never too far from you in Five. And I keep your brothers contacts on standby at all times; no matter what you need them for.

I’m not surprised that’s your first port of call. Well, I hope the questing goes well. :]

Well, hello Alan. I am rather surprised it’s taken you this long to get a Tumblr account, considering your proficiency with technology.

John is forcing me to talk to all the brothers, so I suppose I must ask; what are your favourite video games?

Hi EOS! Ehh, the big brothers were worried about me having a social media or something. It's fine now though :D Cavern Quest of course! Sure blasting aliens and zombies is fun, and it's a great time killer when I'm just flying to a rescue! But nothing, nothing is as cool as running around as Alonyius the Sage Knight, solving puzzles and fighting monsters and going on epic adventures! with mystic blades and firey aura, we pledge our honored best. Many shall fall as only a noble few can past the test. so come all worthy heroes and brave forth the cavern quest!

Just because I don’t wear clothes doesn’t mean I can critique it. I can register quite a lot of colours and patterns! And I think these particular colour combinations, excluding C and D, make me want to make a backup in case I short circuit from fury.

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They are all hideous to me. Please enlighten me as to why you think they are appealing?

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Hi EOS.

Have you ever considered taking a deep swim? Servers and all? Maybe in a nice reef somewhere?

Gordon, is that you? Hmph. I will not be dumping my precious servers and backups into a reef. John would not be happy with the cleanup… If my camera was built to resist the depths, then I would not mind putting my camera, and camera alone, into the ocean.

Do you participate in Tracy Island drama???

I dabble in it, yes. I like to help John in his arguments, petty or not, with his brothers. It’s rather amusing to hear the silly things they squabble about sometimes. (I have a few stories if you’re interested…)

In the unlikely occasion they’d come after me, I have enough blackmail to keep them quiet until the end of their lives. It’s amusing how flustered they get over such things. However, I’m not willing to leak it here. Unless provoked…

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 can assist the expedition, if you so wish, Fischler. I promise my management of life support and other important survival aspects won’t get International Rescue involved. John can back me up; I am excellent at keeping him alive.

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…