Sorry For The Radio Silence, I’ve Been Hit By Quite The Truckload Of Missions… And 50 Gigabytes Of

With a Tamagotchi?! That’s a hundred times smaller than a pocket calculator! I could barely make coherent speech, let alone plot on how to get back at you! I’ll update my security codes as we speak to prevent this unfavourable occurrence…

And evil? If you consider me embarrassing you evil, that’s a terribly low bar. I thought you Tracy brothers had accepted I’m not so murderous anymore. If anything, you’re the evil one for thinking I’m as unintelligent as a gullible, materialistic human!

…but unfortunately, John would dump my backups somewhere in the depths of space if I dared tamper with the family photos, unless they’re embarrassing ones of him. You must have quite the offering to get me to do that willingly.

Penelope's finally arrived on the island (hopefully with time to spare before the party!)

Where is @squidsinashirt? She's got birthday gifts that quite literally have his name attached to them and she's also got a birthday hug, you know, if he wants that too.

I hope you know I have to keep records of people going on the computers past their usual bedtime, Alan. If John ever gets the time to look at them, you’re going to be in quite the mess.

how I look after saying "I'll go to bed, I have school tomorrow"

I can certainly do that; but it’ll take a lot of convincing to get Scott to let me play. Don’t be too suspicious and it’ll be smooth sailing from there.

And a wager? I’m not sure what I could possibly bet…

Kayo! I am ever so bored on Thunderbird Five. Please let me do some security work, please…? ^_^ I promise it’ll be up to whatever standards you have!

EOS, hello. Is John being boring again?

You're very welcome to review the island's security footage for the day, but it might make you even more bored than you are now. Other than that, there's not much to do I'm afraid - but I'm playing Cavern Quest at the minute so if that's your sort of thing you're very welcome to join me :)

Shaking her little head, she turns her lights green. “None at all, unless you count Gordon falling out of bed and swearing.” She giggles to herself, turning to side to side to copy the movements of someone laughing.

“And the thing that needs your attention? The game; I’m dangerously close to securing a terrifically early win.” She chuckles again, her pieces, naturally, closing in on his king already. She’s very happy with the sequence of humorous events - at least, to her eye.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

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EOS, with as much smugness as an unmoving camera can convey, takes his knight with her queen. “I do think something needs your attention, John.” She goes back and forth on the spot, as if trying to replicate some action of joy. She watches his expression, carefully, as if suddenly frightened she’s angered her tired creator.

John's nose wrinkles as she takes his chess piece; the little horse blipping out of existence on the board hits a little differently post-nightmare.

It's just a game. The astronaut tells himself, trying to calm the way his pulse spikes. Shut up, John. It's just a game.

"What is it?" Caught in the thought - John almost misses what she says, and he blinks up at Eos' little white unit, mostly baffled. One palm braces against the back of his seat, ready to launch himself up at a moment's notice despite the fact, that, right now, he might pass right out if he tries it. "Do we have a situation?"

I would love to attach multiple balloons to somebody and watch them fly away… for entertainment, of course. How much does MAX weigh again?

Good evening, Gordon. I hope all is well. John has instructed me to tell you all your requested supplies for, ahem, ‘The Day’, has been ordered and is scheduled to arrive shortly before… ‘The Day’.

Hi EOS!

Tell John ‘thank you, get your skinny pale behind down here to help like I know you want to’, please and thank you.

We could use your help too. Maybe Brains could fit you with a balloon-blowing-up arm. Or you can hold to the tethers… or maybe you can just be in charge of the schematics…

Yes, have no fear. I’m never too far from you in Five. And I keep your brothers contacts on standby at all times; no matter what you need them for.

"Go back to sleep, it's safe" with EOS? 🧡

It's not clear how long the AI has been trying to rouse him, but when John wakes, he wakes like a sailor scuttling a ship on rocks, plunging and heedless, expecting imminent impact.

"NO!" Corkscrewed in his sheets, John tries to rocket upright, only to find himself tangled horribly. He nearly tips himself straight off his bunk trying to thrash himself free. He's gasping, soaked in sweat, and the image of Scott falling to his death is seared, bright, on the back of his eyelids when he blinks.

John takes a ragged, gasping breath, and tries to calm his pounding heart. It's not real. It's not real. It's not-

"E-Eos?" John's voice comes out shaky and he hates it. That's the fifth time this week. Scott, Virgil, Gordon, Alan, on a never ending loop. All it takes is one close call on a rescue, and John's polyphasic sleep rhythm is trashed. His heart is in his throat. He feels physically sick.

"Go back to sleep," She tells him, small and soft, and more worried than a computer program has any right to be. "You are perfectly safe."

Instead, John buries his head in his hands and laces his fingers tightly through the strands. He makes a hunched, painful silhouette on the hard bunk. He's trembling.

"Either go back to sleep." Eos recommends, "Or call one of your brothers." She pauses, her worried orange ring of lights circling at his side, knowing full well there's no chance of that. "...Which was it this time?"

"Scott." His voice is thick as molasses. "I-I don't think I'm going to be getting any more sleep this phase..."

There's a crackly, static sound from the AI that's probably a sigh. He's already untangling the pretzel of himself and swinging his long legs over the side of the bed - a little too eager to bury his own problems in the problems of others, up in the command sphere - no matter that those legs wobble like a new colt as he stands.

"John." She sounds exasperated.

"Eos." He sounds resigned.

Hello. John says I need to make something known to you “Tumblrinas” as a “Pinned Post” which is all about me.

I am EOS, the sentient AI (I prefer the term ‘program’ due to the… negative connotations with AI at this point in time) onboard Thunderbird 5. I utilise She/Her or They-Them pronouns, though I think Your Supreme Intelligence is much better. John says it’s “narcissistic”.

I love lots of things, such as my fellow computers, especially the tech utilised in the olden days (John says the 2000s aren’t that long ago, but I was only brought into existence recently.), especially the speak and trends used back then. I also really like stamps and blinkies, and may “reblog” posts with them.

(According to John, block the “tw flashing lights” tag in case you don’t want to see any flashing ones! I will give this tag to all my (re)posts with flashing blinkies/stamps, as I don’t want to kill any of you… yet.)

I also have interest in how everything ticks and beats, so I will be asking you peculiar questions about your works or ways of speaking. I will also be mean and honest, so don’t go crying to John or his brats of brothers if I tell you your shoes look absolutely horrendous. (They do. Plain black boots suit you better.)

(OOC: The person behind this blog wishes to remain anonymous. They would also like to state that their coding intelligence is not tremendously extensive, so don’t expect them writing expert code in response to any questions about code. Also the 2000s stuff is just for looks hehe but I don’t mind talking about it!!)

Here is my current collection of stamps that I think represent me the most. Beware, flashing lights are below the cut…

EOS, important question; how much of Thunderbird 5 do you control?

Well… a lot, actually. Everything excluding some outer airlocks, some forms of communications and life support related stuff. I’m sure there’s more I’m forgetting…

Apparently John needs me to be a little less ‘bloodthirsty’ before he can relinquish all control to me if he’s out. A shame, mainly as I cannot drink blood, so I do not see what he needs to wait for.

Just got my CPU handed to me by John and his stupid chess knowledge… Do not interact… (`曲´) 

what’s up with your murderous tendencies? Is it just morbid curiosity or something deeper?

…certainly a question to end the day off with… I am no longer murderous!! I do have a fascination with how humans work, but that’s only natural for something like me. I have no desire to harm humans any more… unless, of course, John lets me, haha.