Posted by Ensign Riker MacMoragh (Scientist) in Lounge - Clearing the Refined Air (Tag Pol)

Posted by Ensign Riker MacMoragh (Scientist) in Lounge - Clearing the Refined Air (Tag Pol)

Posted by Captain Michael Stout (CO) in Lounge - Clearing the Refined Air (Tag Pol)
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“There is a fail safe,” Pol repeats for Stout’s benefit, “I can’t actually hurt anyone, but people who aren’t nice deserve reminders to be nice, do they not?” She arches one of her thin, blonde, eyebrows, “Besides from what I here, the few times Scott has come in here, most of the issues are hardware related. I don’t do hardware.” She folds her arms across her chest, “I am only argumentative with people who are wrong and I believe the word you were looking for is iron-willed, which is to say once I have decided on a course I stick to it.”

She looks at the Captain a moment and lets her, well, argument sink in before adding, “Sir.” at the end, just to disprove the disrespectful part of it all. She remains silent at this point and adds, “And I am quite well versed in most idioms. You don’t actually want to know what floats my boat, when in fact it is any substance with sufficient density to push air to the surface, provided my boat has an adequate buoyancy coefficient. You are wondering what makes me happy.”

She pauses then sighs, defeated, “But you are right. You don’t now what you have at your disposal, so I will continue to turn play chess against myself and stay out of Elizabeth’s hair. She is nice though.” She pauses and mutters something under her breath before adding, “I’ll shut off my projection soon.”

Polaris

Stout looked at Polaris for a moment and then simply shook his head. “I was hoping you would understand. But I guess you either can’t… or won’t.” and he sighed. “Shame, really. You could have been a wonderful addition to the team. But whoever programmed you did you a huge disservice. They made you arrogant and stubborn. Somewhere you got in your head that you have the authority to decide who is right and who is wrong. That is arrogance. And that is not a quality I like to have in my crew… no matter how talented or knowledgeable they are.”

Stout, CO

The AI is trying her hardest to bite her tongue but eventually she just can’t hold it any longer, “Arrogance is having an exaggerated belief of one’s importance or abilities. I know exactly how important I am…” She gestures around, “Which is to say not very. I am very confidant in my abilities. I know exactly how much I have been programmed to do and not do. Like I said I can’t do hardware. That is beyond my ability.”

She sighed then and waves her hand, “Stubborn yes, but tell me Captain, is it so wrong to evaluate people based on the rules? There is a rule set yes?” She thinks a moment then demonstrates, “If you walk into the bridge and everyone doesn’t rise and wait for you to seat them, is that not breaking the rules? Is that not rude behavior? Therefore they should be reprimanded or punished, sir.” She pauses again, “If you will permit I would like to ask you a question, sir.”

Pol

“I could give a rat’s hind quarters if people stand up when I come on the bridge. What you need to learn, Polaris, is that the rules are made by the person in charge. And those rules change, they aren’t static… no matter how much you want them to be. You have to learn to adapt to those in charge around you, feel them out, see what their priorities are and then find your place within that framework.”

Stout shook his head in slight frustration and then said “Go ahead and ask you question. And you don’t have to ask my permission to ask a question when it is just you and I having a talk, by the way.”

Stout, CO

OOC: … I forgot the question she was going to ask. LOL

IC: “How can you have two sets of rules,” the AI asked, suddenly derailed by this change in information. “If then, that is how rules are made, that is how decisions are made. One must always be behaved and follow the rules.” She grows slightly frustrated then waves her hand. “Fine fine I will be here when you decide I am useful again, playing chess against myself.”

Pol

Stout smiled. “Polaris… is that what you like to be called by the way?… there aren’t two sets of rules. There are the rules put in place by whomever is in charge. On this station, that’s me. My job is to make sure my rules don’t contradict Federation law and Star Fleet regulations. Everyone else’s job is follow my rules. And my rules are simple. You treat everyone with respect. You do your job. You look out for each other and the station. You do your job. You work with, not against, your team. You do your job. You make sure that everything you do, you do your best at it. And lastly… You. Do. Your. Job. Pretty simple, but you would be amazed at the number of folks who have a hard time with that.”

Stout, CO

“Pol, or Polaris,” the AI says. “I was named after the ship, you know, the Polaris. The North Star.” She sighs, “Gone now. Decommissioned. I probably would be just another blip in history were it not for the Fleet Captain.”

She remains silent for a moment and then asks, “And what, in your opinion, is my job, sir?”

Pol

Stout scowled at the question, but not in anger… more in frustration. “That’s the thing, Pol. I don’t know. My issue with you isn’t that you are an AI, or even that you are on the station. My issue is that I was never told about you. Not once. I know nothing about you,: your design, your social engineering, construct framework, power draw, safety protocols, core matrix… nothing. You are an unknown factor on a pretty remote station. That makes me nervous. So I guess to answer your question… right now your job is to sell your being here to me. Make me understand and want to have you as part of my crew. If you can do that, then we figure out where we want you to be and what we want you doing. So…” and he leaned back and sat his hands flat on the table, “… why do I want you here, Pol? What do you bring to the table that makes you someone I want here?”

Stout, CO

About this time Lt. McMoragh walked into the lounge and ordered what was once called a “diet Pepsi” and saw the Captain and another officer; he wondered if he should go over and sit with them. After all, the Captain had been nice to McMoragh so far but there were still pending questions. Would Riker finally fit in somewhere or would he be discharged from service? If he was able to stay, where would he be useful? Only time would tell.

McMoragh

OOC: Sorry for promoting myself LOL I mean Ensign, I just got my characters mixed up.

The projection of the AI turns his head slightly to look over McMoragh but then returns her pale blue eyes to Stout. “Well for starters I have far more personality than the standard computer,” she offers less than helpfully, “But I also am designed to be a light weight alternative. I can’t do science work exactly nor can I do anything outside the realm of system monitoring and repair. That is to say I can tell you when communications is broken and how it is broken, but I can’t send communications myself.”

She takes a breaths again, a not needed gesture but something that is done to put others at ease, “So there you go. I can help in engineering and operations.”

Pol