Eighteen: In Which Klaus Trains His Adorable Gaggle Of Children To Be Ruthless Hunters

[myblimpisbigger]

[Later in the afternoon on Easter Sunday, after family time is over (whether that's church or just loafing around with chocolate bunnies), residents may notice a group of very tiny people scuttling frantically around Mayfield's park (which is where everything seems to happen, I mean, really). This is Klaus's kindergarten class, or at least, the members of said class whose parents said they could participate in this afternoon's egg hunt.

What. Don't look at him like that. These are tiny, adorable children, even if they are drones. Do you know how difficult it is to resist that many puppy dog stares? It is very very difficult. Which is why he and Hiccup have already been out here for about half an hour, hiding chocolate eggs all over a specific perimeter. And now those eggs are falling prey to the pack of mighty hunters that is Klaus's gaggle of tiny adorable children. He is so proud of them.

Are you one of these tiny adorable children (come on, we must have some kids between three and six out there)? Are you a parent of one of said children? Do you just want to stop by to see what all the fuss is about? Feel free! There may even be left over chocolate and candy for those of you that haven't already gotten your Easter fix at home.]

{ooc: This post is open to everyone, not just any characters who happen to be Kindergarten age (though characters that are are strongly encouraged to tag in because a class of all drones would just be sad)! Feel free to stop by, watch the fun, play with the kids, or just converse with Klaus and/or Hiccup.}

Comments

[myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com]

I doubt it is an issue so much as a major part of their design. They are intended to be models of 'correct' behavior; that includes, I would assume, acceptance of any and all changes to the base data of the town. We, too, are expected to assume that we have always lived here and that the never-ending cycle of new arrivals always has as well, but unlike them, our base data does not immediately change. We register that the family we wake up with has changed in the event of a new member. In that respect, I believe their brains are not like ours in the way you describe: they are reprogrammable machines. We are still our flawed human selves.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"I did consider that for a while, but I ran into the issue of non-humans being forced into human bodies for a while. Its like the central data unit of the town has only so much processing power and then it needs time to further decode the specialties of residents. That way they may be slugs with just a simple place holder program, waiting for something more, or they could be the control tests in a larger psychological experiment."

[myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com]

Oh, naturally, the aspect of our physical appearance changing throws something of a wrench into the theory. But think of it this way -- you could transfer a central control chip from one clank to another, and while the clank itself would look fundamentally different, the chip and all of the information it contained would be exactly the same. Their chips, unlike ours, have been permanently overwritten. Or perhaps I am taking the metaphor too far.

As to the idea that this is a psychological experiment -- that thought has certainly crossed my mind. And if that is the true intent, then I must applaud the scientist behind it. His methods may be questionable but at the same time, I imagine they have yielded amazing results.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps. I don't know. I'd really need to have one of the drone brains completely dissected and analyzed to know that as well as one of us, and I'm not apt to ask someone to go through that for something that will most likely be a dead end. Well... Maybe that pervert teleporting wizard, but that's less asking and more making use of material that isn't getting exploited for anything useful."