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"Why? What are you hiding?"

She steps away, her eyes tracking the laser as it folds away, and then to other panels. "Oh. If I disabled one, more would come. Like the Labs when they tested reflexes, then."

It's a damn good thing the Australian is monotone. Otherwise, that would have been bright and chirpy.

"I am not hiding anything!" Just a few things but nobody need know about those. "A scientist must have their privacy if they are to be able to get anything done, am I not allowed to have my own space for that?"

And then he slaps a hand on his face, dragging it down.

"That is not the point! And no, you are wrong, they are not meant to- why am I even bothering. This isn't for fun and games!" Donnie sighs exasperatedly. "What do you want?"

Her head tilts to the left with another blink. "To know what you are keeping in there. I must know- must see. My program demands it."

Yes, that means she will stand here as long as it takes, Donnie.

Another long-suffering sigh. It's been a while since he's had such a strong need to throttle another programmer.

"If I let you then will that satisfy your programming?"

Rude. Warren can do no wrong ever. He said she was perfect!

"As long as I can look around and ask questions, yes. I will do my best not to get in the way, too."

"Yes, yes. Just don't touch anything. And don't go anywhere if it's clearly unauthorized. Understood?" Donnie says, laying down parameters.

"Understood, Donnie." Sarah nods as the parameters are logged and flagged as important.

Donnie eyes her a moment before he nods and turns the camera off, doing a quick check and making sure things are for the most part where they're supposed to be.

Shortly after, the doors slide open.

The room is immense for someone of his size to make use of its entirety, but Donnie's taken full advantage of the space to repurpose it as his own. The front part of the room is largely open, save for a space on the side nearest the door where he has his Vroomba- a repurposed roomba-turned roadster, parked.

To one side is the recharge slab which he'd recently installed a proper lift to get up to the top, though he's left the ladder in place. Across from it is where Donnie's got his massive computer setup and his workshop area, featuring a large table with the inner workings of some sort of engine on it, and an assortment of parts strewn here and there and in a box sitting beside it.

Built into the side of the recharge slab is a large security door with a panel to the side of it. Towards the back of the room is the greenhouse area, featuring Cybertronian blooms that he's cultivated from Eco Memoria.

Donnie stands not far from the door, arms folded, foot tapping as he looks at Sarah, brow arching.

She only has to take a several steps into the room before the AI pauses, head cocked to the left as she drinks in the sights with an unblinking stare. Slowly, her head pans up and down and side to side as everything is taken in, noted, catalogued.

Even after several minuets, she's not blinked once, nor moved from her position (not even to rest the rest of her right foot on the ground. She has gyros. This is Fine.) or given any other sign of what a true person might do.

It's likely eerie, given Sarah otherwise prides herself on being about to mimic a real person 99% of the time. The more she stares at his labs with that unblinking stare of intense focus and curiosity, the more clear it becomes Donnie's opened a floodgate in the AI.

He's given her new data. Data she hasn't had before. She wants to move in deeper.

She needs to.

However, that desire, that need, is tempered and locked by the parameters given. Her head literally snaps around to look at him (human necks should not rotate that far without the torso following...) "What is the engine? Is it authorised for a closer look?"

Her head tilts.

Donnie's more concerned about the fact that she seems to be cataloguing his private space, his eyes narrowing the longer Sarah stands motionless.

He almost jumps when she suddenly turns to face him. Fingers drumming against his arms, he looks to the worktable, considering. That one isn't necessarily any super secret project or even very complicated, so he supposes it's fine.

"However-" he adds on after a nod- "I will request that you delete all acquired data from this space since the moment you stepped into this room, once you set foot back outside of it."

Finally, a blink as she turns the request over, examines it, compares it to everything in her core, then discards it.

Donatello is not Warren. He is not an Authorised User of Sarah-13.

Emotionless glass eyes of unnatural green meet Donnie's eyes.

"Request denied. Donatello does not have the appropriate authorisation within this unit's core coding. The Creator of unit Sarah-13, Warren Hadley, is not here to grant the request. Apologies." Somehow the monotone seems genuinely sorry. Not that Donnie's getting a chance to but in as Sarah keeps talking.

"However, this unit will keep what is seen to itself. It is merely following it's programing to learn about everything it can. Curiosity or a desire for more data to create better algorithmic processes that will enable this unit to be more proficient in what it does. However, some data sets are considered classified. The data set belonging to 'Donatello: Room' would be marked as such. If this is not a suitable alternative, please state so and this unit will mark the data already obtained as classified and leave."

Something organic and new and alien twists in rebellion at the idea. The nascent emotion is crushed under the heavy heel of logic.

That blatant denial makes Donnie look genuinely shocked for a moment. No, that's...reasonable, but not an ideal response so far as he's concerned. Donnie opens his mouth but he's unable to get a word in edgewise, brow furrowing as Sarah continues.

"...your reasoning is flawed," he finally says after digesting everything. "By your own stated parameters that means that you have no boundaries set. What aren't you willing to do to someone to learn something? What if that hurts someone? If you managed somehow to push open my door, what would you have done if it had fallen in and crushed me to death?"

"This Unit is an AI." A small shrug. "Willingness does not factor into goals, only acceptable outcomes." Another blink and a slight bird-like head tilt. Her version of confusion.

"Further more, Mikaela would not allow this unit to traverse and explore if it where to harm someone in the process of said exploration. More to the point, the doors of the R2 are far sturdier than even I could hope to breech and yours are this one's been particularly fortified. Wise, given the lab. If I breeched, I would be reporting to security and the captain at once as that data set would weight in orders of importance to what is in your room. We would have bigger problems, of which I would not be sorry about uncovering. Your death would be..."

Her face scrunches as best it can for a few seconds as she struggles with the wording. "Unfortunate and regrettable. Once you revived, I would allow allow a revenge kill on your end. If would likely make you feel better. I would not care to my death."

she is very, very, very likely missing the point by a long shot.

Donnie shakes his head. "Not the point. While I'm glad you're at least heeding someone's limitations, you are missing the problem here.

"By saying that you are meant to learn things means that you do not know everything. Tests through trial and error are only acceptable to an extent and within favorable conditions, conditions that are controllable should said tests fail. That said, while you don't know everything, you know enough to be able to formulate what might amount to common sense. You know what doors are for, and when they are closed and more importantly locked and with security installations, then you should perceive it as Off. Limits. This is not an invitation to break in, especially when it is in fact the quarters of a crewmate on the vessel you are all currently occupying. Your programming is lacking in key modifiers, which is not in any part your fault but that of your creator."

It had absolutely bothered him that she more or less brushes off the life-threatening potential of her actions. "Anyway," he says, his tone sharper and colder than earlier, "-I sure hope I don't die because someone just wanted to open my dumb door, I'd rather skip the experience because know what? Even if people are still somehow coming back through the space bridge that doesn't erase the fact that something happened. There was an iteration of us that died. That isn't something to be taken lightly, death is not a dismissible occurrence. It affects people, not just the ones that actually died. So how dare you brush it off as an unfortunate outcome and think that it can be made up by offering your own life to be taken in revenge. Is it because you're an AI and figure you can just be rebuilt? Pop out of the bridge and that's that? No, it's not that simple. Life is important. Everyone on this ship is important. And don't you give me any crap about AIs not being able to feel- have you met Rock and the others? Maybe they're the ones you should be learning from."

He takes a moment, sucking in a breath as he forces his claws to relax from around his arms.

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:( Gmail lost this.

...I don't remember what the engine was for anymore lol

One of Donnie's many projects.

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