Fish shaped crackers
Fish shaped candies
Fish shaped solid waste
Fish shaped dirt
Fish shaped ethylbenzene
Fish shaped volatile organic compounds and candy coated
peanut butter pieces...
Shaped like fish.
It’s fairly obvious that I like to really overthink minor things when it comes to my muses, this one especially.
This is gonna be one of those tangents. Because it’s been bugging the crap out of me. But, instead of explaining step-by-step the best way to either kill a Sissy or safely cut off his legs, I’m going to (try to) explain just what it is he’s doing when he starts dolling out electronic chill pills to Anger and GLaDOS (and, presumably, any other native androids whose muns want).
(And since this could affect other muses, pleasepleaseplease tell me if anything should be changed. I tried to keep it to things that have actually gone on in the RP or wont bother anyone else, but it’s like 2 AM and I may have derped some things without noticing)
I’ll start off by mentioning a minor side effect of everything; his optics. I’m going to stick to the lazy thought that his body still reacts pretty similarly to a human’s (hey, I figure androids gotta be at least a little close, just in case testing calls for them. Pretty good excuse for him to have gone out of the way for that new super-stomach, anyway).
In humans, the pupils dilate when in dark environments, preforming complex cognitive tasks, and when on certain drugs. Those aren’t the only reasons, but they’re the ones that matter here. I’m talking about things that make your serotonin and dopamine go up, by the way.
Logic lives in a dark environment, for one. He’s an “Intelligence” Core, for a second thing. And, for a third, he’s a walking drug. Onto the bigger explanation.
My thought is this; Logic’s ability to calm androids down all stems from a unique radio wave, or something very similar to one, that he constantly exerts from his core. I’m going to call that effect “the Calm” for the sake of keeping it simple. It doesn’t work well over long distances, but those androids related to him probably would feel a very minor change in mood when they’re close enough to the source. He can’t turn the Calm off, but he can control its strength.
When he’ around Anger or GLaDOS, he’s always dedicating a little chunk of his processor to keeping the Calm suppressed. If GLaDOS gets a little too grumpy or he wants to console a crying husband, he ups the levels for a deliberate affect. Given how many years he’s been around those two, he probably can’t get away with abusing the it all that often. They’ll notice. He also, really, doesn’t like doing it.
Why? Because it affects him, too. And since he’s “ground zero” for the Calm, he’s always under its effects. The recipe exists as a trigger phrase, one that lets him get around its affect in times of need. GLaDOS herself was programmed to get stuck on it. The scientists couldn’t have Logic falling asleep whenever She had a temper tantrum, nor could they let Her ignore him too easily.
It works like this; let’s say GLaDOS decided to start turning scientists into panel-made jam. Logic needs to up the calming agents as steeply and quickly as possible, but he needs to stay conscious so that he can take orders from the scientists. So, he recites the recipe. S so long as Logic continues reciting, he’s temporarily free of the Calm. He’s completely lucid for once, and free to up the Calm as high as it will go. GLaDOS goes all mumbly, stops squishing people, and joins in on the recitation until they shut her down. Everybody wins.
In times of heavy stress, or maybe when he’s cooking and Anger isn’t around to be bothered by it, he’ll recite. It helps him focus and, when you’re in danger of being stabbed by your mother in law, it isn’t always the best choice to stay as calm as possible. It’s a better choice to let your adrenaline run rampant so you can run for your life, even if you have to scream about eggs and peanuts along the way.
(The incinerator incident was an example of him not fully understanding his own affect yet; he thought he could calm Chell down (the scientists all seemed so calm!) and was ramping that up as high as he could. It obviously didn’t work, but at least Anger was the only core left to experience that embarrassment. Probably freaked him out when that level of calm suddenly cut off, though)
The recipe and calming aren’t entirely foolproof, though, since they don’t fully rob anyone of their free-will, and GlaDOS has proven to muscle her way through it. He could try to abuse the whole thing, but it really wouldn’t be wise to try. He honestly doesn’t want to, besides.
And, while Im on the topic of that recipe, recordings of it might work on the usual androids. Some of that effect does have to do with his voice’s frequency. All you’d need to do is get a full, clear recording of his recital. It just wouldn’t work as well as the real deal, given that he wouldn’t be around to exert the Calm directly. Other androids or people reciting it probably wouldn’t do a thing. (I only bring this up because I think I saw it done once and the idea’s pretty wicked. Again, depends entirely on other folk’s headcanons)
Before I forget to mention it, not all androids have to be (or are) affected in the same way. If Im remembering right, GLaDOS recites with him and Anger just gets very sleepy. The drug analogy is a very good one, because everyone can be affected differently. Or even not at all. Heck, maybe Anger’s building up an immunity from so much exposure. Could happen.
Back to optics, and into corruption. Then I’ll shut up.
His “pupils” can totally retract to more normal sizes (and even further, possibly into Anger’s optic territory) but the Calm prevents it by giving him a little “high.” The stronger he allows those waves to get, the wider and wider those his pupils grow until there’s virtually no iris left to speak of. It’s a pretty good indicator of his corruption levels.
At his highest corruption levels, a safety feature kicks in that forces the Calm inwards as it strengthens. It’s still there, but you have to get ridiculously close to experience it, and it will be much stronger. The best androids to subdue him would be foreigners, but it would still be completely possible for natives. The scientists figured that it wouldn’t be a big issue. Just drop him in a hole or something, make another one.
Pupils dilated to the point you might check him for a concussion: Totally in the clear.
Pupils dilated to the point that his eyes are more black than blue: You should stay at arm’s length, because there’s a very good chance he’s either going to bite, or make grab for the pen in your pocket. Probably with the freakiest, most serene look of calm on his face you’ve ever seen.
Pupils constricted to the point of looking normal: He’s probably mumbling the recipe under his breath, and has been for an hour or so.
Pupils constricted to the point of pinpricks: He’s either got brain damage, or the Intelligence Dampening Sphere is like, right next to him and just won’t leave. Same thing, really.
Even his normal (read: very dilated) optic dilation actually does cause him a small level of discomfort, given what dilation does for your light intake. He prefers to stay underground on sunny days, and keeps the kitchen at a very comfortable but still fully-navigable dimness. Antsiness can occur in brightly lit areas.
Sudden exposure to bright lights causes some distress, and he might sit down “for just a moment” while his optics recalibrate and he nurses his new migraine. Very temporary blindness could even occur. Ten minutes, tops.
He just doesn’t ever mention the problem until it really needs to be brought up, which is very rarely. He sees fairly decently in the dark, though. Just doesn’t want anything to do with night vision or flashlight apps.
In the same vein, his emotional stability might also be judged by his personal level of Calm. If you ever worry that he might be plotting a murder, get a look at what he’s doing. Chasing you down a hall like a bull on a rampage? He’s just wants to look threatening. Politely approaching you in the hall, despite watching you kick either his husband or babbu around? He may very well have already dug you a hole.
Oooh, and because I just had this thought. The Intelligence Dampening Sphere?
It can possibly totally and completely cancel Logic out, or at least might have the ability to shut down the Calm. Logic either really hates the guy for ruining his constant happy-place, or really loves following him around for the occasional “I am the furthest from calm and loving it. Who cares if my IQ drops a point?”
Probably a bit of both, and could lead to hijinks of either the “they just filled a room with gelatin powder, somebody go separate them before they add water” or the “Anger is throwing a fit over his favorite bath being filled with gelatin and Logic can’t calm him down until the I.D. leaves” varieties. Good ideas everywhere.
It all really just depends, since nobody’s made headcanons (that I know of) for the I.D. in Logic’s universe. He’s still in space, so it doesn’t matter a lot (or at all) right now besides.
I just like the thought of Logic being a total doof. I’m calling the duo the “Blues Brothers” and nobody can ever stop me.
Logic’s calming thing really only affects those androids it was specifically designed to (save for that one exception) and that includes himself. No matter how high he ups those levels, he’s not gonna make any foreign androids like Frick take any embarrassing impromptu naps in the hallway (and believe me, he’s been trying), but he is going to be too calm to whine about it. So there’s that.
And don’t go shining lights in his face, he’ll throw a fit.
#i just typed up one of my big ram ly headcanons
#this time for how Logic calms androids
#may need some input given that it does affect other muses
#but i think it seems pretty close tto whats been established already
#and i threw in some headcanons for what happens with the i.d. sphere is in the room with him
#im posting it tomorrow but im still all thinky from overanalyzing robutts
Listens carefully for the sounds of panic, dismemberment, death, or zombie shambling.
Bolts the door once he’s sure she didn’t attract anything unsavory.
((Nobody ever needs to know how the mod uses her free time.))
He can totally understand weird business-related relationships.
"I may. Try not to be dismembered before I can get your opinion on the finished product." Such a cheery little smile, and a sincere little warning. You can’t meet a challenge if the challenger dies, after all.
The was taken to be washed alongside its brethren.
"Given that the current zombie menace steers clear of my path, I can do that." Don’t need Anger finding out about this little feeding arangement; he’d be far from happy. Any chance to avoid that mess was a good thing.
If he noticed any lip trembling, he chose not to bring it up. She’s a crazy lady when it comes to getting food, after all. Don’t need to aggrivate that. “Remember you said that the next time you consider killing me.”
Gotta make this hard on him, huh? “As I said, it won’t be an issue at all.” Easily digestible. Maybe he could use Killer as a test subject… not sure if wise decision… “You will get your drink.”