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[personal profile] solarcore 2021-07-07 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Please," Clark echoes, like maybe some manners will help.

But it's not just manners. It's becoming clearer to him that what they're asking flies in the face of what Kelex is programmed to preserve, in the same way that his existence does too. Every time some new revelation of what was core to Krypton comes to light, it becomes easier to understand why he was propelled away from it at great speed. But even Jor-El couldn't help but take care of some remaining connection, to ensure Clark knew where he came from.

Maybe that was a mistake. Another trapping, a blind spot. But Jor-El never claimed to be anything but fallible, unlike his brethren. "There's no one left to claim anything forbidden," he says. "There's no great work to protect, anymore. But there's Earth. And I was sent to protect that. I have to believe that's still true, and I need to know how to keep it true."
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[personal profile] solarcore 2021-07-08 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
Clark turns to study the map. He has at minimum entered every chamber within this ship, even if some of them are completely disabled, and their function opaque. He's also spent many hours with Kelex, even before it was Kelex, hovering over his shoulder and guiding him through some maintenance, which is the reason why the interior doesn't feel just as cold, if not colder, than the snowy wastes outside.

"What did they use these for?" asks Clark.

"Multitudinous purpose," Kelex says, its voice serene. "Education. Interfacing with complex internal systems for the purposes of improvement and maintenance. Harmonic alignment. Intellectual and imaginative stimulation. Interrogation and proc—"

"Sounds great," says Clark. "Thank you. Can you help us make it operable?"

Kelex swims around to hover by his shoulder, as if to look at the map itself along with him. As neutrally as a robot can be: "If that is what you want."
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[personal profile] solarcore 2021-07-09 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
Kal-El will confess that he doesn't mind Kelex playing favourites, if pressed, maybe after some dithery assurance that it totally doesn't play favourites. But not much dithering. This is due to both the obvious reasons and also the fact that the original AI had so strongly advised against his existence.

This is a better change of pace. Not quite like a new puppy, or anything, but an extremely aloof house cat that's chosen you as its person.

He presses a thin smile to Bruce and watches what he does, a smile that then fades at the sight of a perplexed Batman. "What is it?"
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[personal profile] solarcore 2021-07-11 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
Clark considers that seriously, gaze flicking to the wall of shifting mercury. He asks, query directed towards Kelex, "Are you able to draw up, um," the 'um' is in English, for the record, "schematics of any parts beyond repair? Do we have materials that we could repurpose?"

"This can be provided," Kelex affirms. "Along with an overview of compatible materials that can be found both on this ship and on earth, along with those that cannot."

He lets go of a breath, and looks to Bruce. Yes, a long project, but, "It'd be worth it," he says, all earnest eyebrows, quiet certainty.