Skund is amazed at just how much room this thing required. It wasn’t until it was fully downloaded that he used the debugger to take a good look at it and realized that it was a compressed artificial intelligence.
Less than an hour later, Skund had Carl’s memory saved and stored elsewhere, the SIR unit’s body strapped down to a workbench. Ensuring that Carl’s male-end connecting components were moved, he plugged the isolated system into the robot and downloaded the AI program, curious to meet it.
As the program boots inside Carl, immediately the SIR unit’s CPU spikes up to 100% usage, and its cooling system cycles up to high.
After about ten minutes, Carl’s eyescreens cycle to bright green, and it focuses on Skund. “The year. Tell me the year.”
Skund takes a step back, as he hears Carl’s head start humming from his CPU and cooling system running at full steam. When his SIR’s eyes suddenly shifted from their original red to a new Green, he knew that the thing asking for the year wasn’t Carl.
“According to what calendar?” Skund asked, folding his arms and tilting his head quizzically. “The Irken year is 259712 E.F.”