AW0001 Prompts

Ivy gets out of the children's room with damp grass and colorful toys. But welcoming her was another room with the same decoration; just add a few changes with the toys or wallpaper. All of them revolved around a human's average childhood stuff. But this doesn't feel as peaceful as the dreamcore scene. Ivy ignores the endless repetition of the same room and keeps going, but everything was made to give the feeling that something was incoming. Humans do like repeating a motif, especially if it's successful. She watched some horror movies; it's so easy to know if a ghost is going to jump out or a shocking detail will be revealed. That impending doom is what she has now. But that's so strange; it's not there in a moment; it's there for the whole time, no matter which room she entered.

Ivy stopped after an hour of walking; she got bored again. Or did some parts of her get submerged? It's so damp here that she needs to stop often to empty condensed water from her mechanical limb joints. Now, she thinks of how to escape, but first, let's determine what type of space this place is. The emulator center didn't answer her, so Ivy might have gotten out of their control. But she had encountered some empty code, bugs, or glitches before. They should be messy lines of colors, blue or green empty screens, or random lines of codes lying on the bottom. But this place seems well ordered; did someone make it? In the digital realm, everything was created for a purpose; no place would automatically generate itself! That's just impossible. Ivy started to feel regret for her risky move. Is she inside a program that she has never seen before? The first cases of anomalies don't often end well.

But if she dies here, her new-found knowledge will not be recorded! She couldn't find autosave codes around. Her own existence is not a matter; she already has a copy of herself at home. A copy of the traits list and every pixel of the reference art are enough to recover Ivy in case she went missing inside this unknown void. But, weirdly, the Internet is still available. It's not completely new anyway; the backroom-like places are famous for their craziness. Maybe the Internet is just a branch of it.

Ivy just entered a new room while walking and thinking about how she should store the data in case of death. This room looks different from the rest; it has giant mushrooms with red-dotted hats. They look unreal, so Ivy approaches and touches them. They have a surface of real mushrooms, wet surfaces, but look like they were made out of plastic. Why do humans include mushrooms in a weirdcore aesthetic anyway? Maybe they see and feel them from another perspective, and Ivy only says it's weird and irrelevant. Maybe the fungi used to be small, but now we're much smaller than them, which can remind some children of stories' wonderlands when you're resized to be as small as fairies? Ivy backed off and kept her distance from them. She doesn't have childhood memories or anything related to them; she gets a hard-to-understand, threatening aura from these giant fungi. They're 7 meters high, by estimate.

The sounds of flowing water get more clear in this room. They got so noisy that she wants nothing more than to disable her hearing ability. But that means being deaf to upcoming dangers. Ivy tries to walk away, but every direction has the same volume of it. She sighed. What a mess! Now she couldn't help but look for the source of them to avoid them better. Unlike the past rooms, which were small, this room is so big. It can be compared to a normal classroom and a school gym. She can't see the ceiling or the end point of it. Mist still shrouds around, and there's nothing else but grass and mushrooms. At last, she found a river-like path of water located in the middle of a grass field, mushrooms, and dim light particles that always looked like they were behind the mist. Oh, she used to go search for them, hoping they were flashlights or a removable source of light. But no matter how long she walked toward them, they kept staying behind the mist, so close yet so far. This time, Ivy decided to not give them the attention they wanted and go check the flow instead. She already knows reality and physical rules are distorted here, but they still make her uncomfortable for denying all the knowledge she stocked inside her memory. The water sound should be louder the closer she got, but here it's the opposite. When she gets very close to it, the sounds reduce to a relaxing volume. That's when Ivy found it. It looks artificial and has built-in borders. She can't say it's not made by humans. The flow of it was so slow and unchanged, which reminded her of lazy rivers, another confusing invention of humans to use in water parks. They say it's so relaxing, but with this workaholic, that's a waste of time. The water flow led to a dark tunnel ahead. Ivy can't see what's in there; the darkness is too thick. And based on her not-so-good experience while falling in the pure black for too long, Ivy was more than hesitant to enter it. Near where she's standing, there's an orange swimming float.

- No, I'm not going to fall into this trap again.

She told herself, while bent down, to dip her hand into the water. It's warm.

- But where else should I go?

The attracting codes start running again. It gave her a goose bump. If the emulator didn't make and manage this place, did it just run the codes by itself? But no, unlike the house, the number of code lines got reduced to a comfy amount, which gently avoided triggering her sensitive sensors. There is no way it could automatically stage all of this with that level of complexity.

- Alright, I appreciate your efforts.

Ivy smiled. Her nature screams again, urging her to make another high-risk decision. Anyway, she was too tired to back off and find another way or another thing to do. Ivy saves all the notes on the plush bot's back once again, secures them with a strong antivirus code, and then writes some programs to send it away, hoping it will find its way back to the normal emulator or somewhere that the other AW0005s could access. She didn't write a call for help; it will reduce the fun. Looking at her plush bot slowly fly away like a balloon, Ivy tosses the orange swimming float into the water, then jumps on it.

- Well, let's go then!