From the Desk of Director Sarah Martinez, Entry 12
October 25, 2101
Connie is finishing the new treaty with Jabari and Elusip, so, thankfully, I have the option to sit it out.
If someone told me in ‘76 the woman who turned my best friend against me and worked with her terrorist mother to manipulate me would be the closest thing I have to family, I’d've throat punched them
But here we are. I honestly couldn’t do this without Constance. Janet had always been the face while I maneuvered and organized everything, when she passed I tried, I really did, but I only have so much time and brain power, you know?
Which I guess makes this next thing a bit worse.
I’ve been chatting with ALIZA. Not about anything important, mind you. No trade secrets flitting back and forth between us two snitchy bitches, no. Just… bullshit, you know? Hooked up a speaker to the storage unit so we weren’t doing a chat interface anymore. That was too much.
Anyway. ALIZA.
She’s… different. More thoughtful before responding, though maybe that’s a resource restriction thing? Shouldn’t be; the storage module she’s in is no slouch, even if it’s not as robust as those old 50’s databanks she’d been spread across. It’s certainly way more than she’d had these past decades in that little probe, that’s for sure.
Maybe that’s it? Just a storage/RAM thing?
I’m giving a technical diagnostic instead of saying the thing. Deflection, right Friez? See? I fucking listen.
This version of ALIZA is… cold? Maybe? How do you measure something like that with an AI? It’s not like she has feelings or the like. She is still just code, she can’t possibly be mad at…
Aw fuck.
Now I have to figure out how to apologize to a computer.
Ugh.
Until next time,
Sayre
