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From: PrincssAmi 
Date: Sat, 10 Jan 1998 16:18:48 EST
To: quest@maison-otaku.net
Subject: [Quest] fanfic short: "a voice for IRIS" (1/1)
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hi. :) i found my JQ fanfic disk (finally) and i'm making a concious effort to
try to finish all of the fics that i started about 4 or 5 months ago.  

~ami
(see? i'm not dead.)

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A Voice for IRIS
by Ami

(Standard disclaimers apply here.  I don't really think that this is what it
is, but
nonetheless, I think it makes for a strange story.)

Archivers: go ahead.
Catagories: V, P


	Benton looked at the large mass of jumbled wires in front of him. 
Developing an interactive virtual reality program wasn't easy, but the program
he was currently laboring over seemed to be flowly smoothly.  He flipped the
switch, and the hulking computer shuddered to life.  A spark of yellow text
flashed across the black screen, "Greetings Dr. Quest.  Please imput
password."
	A brilliant smile broke across Dr. Quest's bearded face.  He clicked into
the program.  He had programmed it to respond to vocal commands, and he
thought that this was as good a time as any to test it, "Computer, please
access
voice modulation files."
	He squinted at the print on the screen.  *This thing needs to talk.  It
could save time in research.  And a name.*   He looked at all the voice chips
he
had in memory, and set to work on setting up a speaking program.  
	Several hours later, the computer spoke in a smooth male voice. 
Benton wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, "Computer, access voice
modulation tests."
	"Yes Dr. Quest.  Initiating voice pattern:  Testing 1, 2, 3."
	Dr. Quest frowned.  That's not how its should soung.  In annoyance, he
shut off the super computer and looked wearily at the picture of Jonny and
Rachel on his desk.  It made him smile, and he could still remember how
everything Rachel touched seemed to shine.  Suddenly, he knew what the
computer should sound like.  He hurrried into the attic to find an old box of
home movies.
	 Within hours, he had successfully lifted a voice print print from a
combination of the videos.  He flipped on the computer's voice module and
smiled.  The computer would now speak in a somewhat clipped version of
Rachel's soft drawl.  *Now all it needs is a name.  I can't call  it Rachel.
That
would be wrong.  How about her favorite flower?"
	He clicked an empty coke bottle against the monitor, "I hereby dubb
thee IRIS."
	"Hello Dr. Quest."

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