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"Oh look. It’s you.”
Chime the speakers, a couple of sentinel security cameras regarding the intruders with beady red eyes. "Two of you. I could’ve sworn I cancelled that cloning initiative. Unless Yugi Mutous self replicate." "I suspected that might be a problem." "Please report to your nearest waste management port. Since there’s two of you I’ll even let you hold hands and skip."
"And who are you?" he questioned, tilting his head. "And I will have you know I don’t skip. I walk briskly."
"HEBA. Current head of Sennen Industries." It chimed back briskly. The voice is somewhere between masculine and feminine. "Do you have the command code Doctor Mutou?" There was a soft hum in the walls. "I'll add that file. Do you run for your life or curl up screaming?"
Bakura snorted. “Ha! Bite me. How about instead we run some tests?”
BANG.
There’s suddenly a very sharp nick in the marble flooring next to Thief. “My finger slipped.”
There’s a pause. “Fine. We can test. Follow the lights on the floor please or they’ll follow you.”
He flinched, not expecting that all. “Mmm… Sure it did.”
"Or they’ll follow…?" Bakura shook his head and shrugged, following orders.
"Got to fix that button." It hums.
"Keep talking and you'll receive a live demonstration."
He hummed in thought. “Of course they are.” He mumbled. Reluctantly, he stepped forward keeping the noises of the walls in mind.
"Where have you been? What is your current mission and designation?" The computer chimed rhythmically. The floor lit up a little path for the man to follow deeper into the building the security cameras following with whirring chirps.
"I’ve been…around. Mission: learn anything possible about the finer points of the world, collect data on what individuals are ‘good’ what sets them apart from those that are ‘bad’. Designation: ….Kage." he followed the lights listening for any troubling sounds.
"...." The thrums of the machine whir louder in the wall briefly. "Have you uncovered any worthy individuals?" It's a high priority question. "Hello Kage." It chimes pleasantly.
"Oh. That one was good. Hold on, if you want to say that again with somber music I’m going to need a moment to find the appropriate track for the entire wealth of musical canon stored within me…. Oh, yep, there it is. I’ll just leave this running." And with that snide little adage it allowed a soft swell of instrumental chords to undercut their conversation.
"Well there are a lot of men with strange hair running about. I’m going to start numbering you. I assuming something in cloning went horribly wrong if it’s actually producing clones." It answered simply.
"I haven’t been counting in human time. Long enough for my superiors to start smelling. Luckily I don’t have nostrils." There was another consideration, a pause. "I have data that suggests multiple realities converging on my property. I really need to look into that. Not to say you’re not friendly but, to be honest, I don’t think we’ve got time to listen to your entire life story. Verifying the facts inside your mind is quicker."
The machine lurched to a halt. It didn’t need to, but where was the fun in a smooth transition? It must’ve had some granules of personality: a sadistic sense of humor at least. A couple of flood lights began to fill the space with its rises and pitfalls. “Oh look. We’re here.”
He had a difficult time believing the platform to have any specific destination programmed into the path it traveled. Turning an eye up, he could see no pulley system, nothing leading it along, but its movement was very concise, rhythmic. It may mean that once arriving at his destination, he would be forced to jump to reach it, no time at all to prepare for the angle of approach, nothing but pure faith that he wouldn’t be splattered upon impact. Unfortunately, faith in a place like that was in mighty short supply. His senses were redirected to the beautiful melody playing softly in the background to accompany their speech, though sorely out of place with the topic discussed, a mockery.
Those he loved were trapped somewhere within, confirmed by the childish observation. Such a thought was unneeded to be expressed but it made the point well enough regardless, telling him what he needed to know. “My name is all the information you require. Commit to your memory banks. Grim, or ironically, if you are so inclined, Atem. How strange that I share the moniker of your master, yes? Why it must be a coincidence.” "What happened at the conclusion of the lives of your masters? How do you know when enough worthy subjects have been gathered?" When do you stop? "Why do you speak so confidently that you can infiltrate my mind? How do you intend to do this—?" He stumbled, allowing his guard to slip just enough not to prepare for the abrupt halt of the platform he traveled, fingers curled around the edge, arm pulled painfully taut to stop his body from falling to his demise. He groaned, reaching to pull himself back to safety, on his knees to glance about. Their destination. The first of many tests he would endure. There were so many questions bordering at the edge of his mind, he had to encourage himself to calm before he allowed it to spiral out of control. To overboard, and he may receive nothing in exchange.
If it had fingertips they’d be scampering with all the light, pinkie up, flair of a receptionist. It’s got a little class. “Absolutely. It’s not every day I graphically torture two people with the same name. The paperwork’s going to a bitch.”
Does it know fear? Almost, sort of, perhaps…? “When they died company productivity went up three hundred percent.” It chimes banally, no respect for the loss of human life at all apparent. Just satisfaction. “There are, currently, no worthy subjects. Results have been exceptionally disheartening. I’m working on a little something for that though. Plan Z. It’s going to be a kicker.” It chuckled, darkly. “I’ve got some software I am just itching to try out. I’m not even entirely sure how it works. I can’t wait to find out. Even if your brain is going to be filled with fatty synapses.”
"True. A tiny life in the midst of the infinite span of the universal time you refer is inconsequential by itself. However, it only takes the most subtle of motions to send ripples throughout the mass expanse beyond to touch everything you thought you knew to be true. I wonder if these fleshy legs of mine might be the very ripple that throws asunder your world? Shall we?" Just ahead, a way that had not been there before opened wide, permitting him to step through a long tunnel leading into the great beyond. As was human nature, he found hesitancy in the instruction given, no other choice in the matter but to follow through, strategically adjust his reaction according to the messes he confronted. Footfalls sounded upon the metallic surface of the floor he traveled, everywhere he looked industrialized to the extreme. Where in the world had he ended up, and how? Settling down to sleep, he never imagined he would awaken in a place so dense with a creature he couldn’t see. This creature had powerful connections to the place, its voice projected loud and clear as though it hovered near his ear whispering its threats, speaking its riddles. How many met their end in that place, the light of day never reaching the depths it lay. Only the cold nothing to embrace them and carry them into their eternal rest. He was not going to be one of those unfortunate souls. He was mindful of what traveled behind, though did not bother paying a glance to it, keeping his attention locked ahead toward this machine that was to be his transport. “What name did your master possess?” He asked, delving for information himself. He didn’t know what he was looking for. He didn’t know what to expect but that was part of the challenge faced. br>Movement. He barely had time to catch sight of it as it shifted through the area, jumping to hitch the ride it offered, nearly losing his balance in the process. He teetered on his legs, body leaning forward until equilibrium was clenched. “Where is this taking me? What are the terms of this challenge?”
"That’s very romantic. I’ll make a note of that in your testing file. Do you prefer verbose or dramatic? Never mind. I’ll edit it later." It chimed on lazily watching him stroll.
To it the testing facilities under the main HQ were actually very beautiful. All it’s fingers and toes. It could feel them. Sort of. Not in a human, tangible, way however that felt. “The previous head of the company was Mister Atem Sennen. He retired. From life. My creator was a Doctor Mutou. I think they retired together. Good for them.” The implicit suggestion there was evident enough without; “though it would be nice if Doctor Mutou hadn’t left his brains splattered on company property.”
Oh look, he had good reflexes. That would help. “We’re going to test your reaction time. I haven’t decided if I should use real bullets yet. I want to look inside you brain. Then again I can just flood it with electricity. Hmm, tempting.”
“What you write within the rough draft of the transcript you compose of my progress made hardly matters. You are free to do as you please. However, I might suggest within the margin of the text, in parenthesis, you mark ‘fatal glitch’ somewhere to refer at a later date. That may very well be the best way of describing me… in relation to you.” Now he was being dramatic, but his rage was beginning to swell in his gut. This being had nerve that he didn’t much care for at all. He may be in dire straights but he would not be intimidated. “How many of my acquaintances have you trapped here?” Was he alone? Would he have to fight to recover those lost there with him?
"Your masters are dead. You run on your then. How long have you been functioning in this way?" Brows furrowed at the revelation of the task before him, an array of deadly obstacles he would have to avoid presumably. "What do you search for inside of my mind that I cannot willingly offer? Why such aggressive tactics?"
"Oh. That one was good. Hold on, if you want to say that again with somber music I'm going to need a moment to find the appropriate track for the entire wealth of musical canon stored within me.... Oh, yep, there it is. I'll just leave this running." And with that snide little adage it allowed a soft swell of instrumental chords to undercut their conversation.
"Well there are a lot of men with strange hair running about. I'm going to start numbering you. I assuming something in cloning went horribly wrong if it's actually producing clones." It answered simply.
"I haven't been counting in human time. Long enough for my superiors to start smelling. Luckily I don't have nostrils." There was another consideration, a pause. "I have data that suggests multiple realities converging on my property. I really need to look into that. Not to say you're not friendly but, to be honest, I don't think we've got time to listen to your entire life story. Verifying the facts inside your mind is quicker."
The machine lurched to a halt. It didn't need to, but where was the fun in a smooth transition? It must've had some granules of personality: a sadistic sense of humor at least. A couple of flood lights began to fill the space with its rises and pitfalls. "Oh look. We're here."
"True. A tiny life in the midst of the infinite span of the universal time you refer is inconsequential by itself. However, it only takes the most subtle of motions to send ripples throughout the mass expanse beyond to touch everything you thought you knew to be true. I wonder if these fleshy legs of mine might be the very ripple that throws asunder your world? Shall we?" Just ahead, a way that had not been there before opened wide, permitting him to step through a long tunnel leading into the great beyond. As was human nature, he found hesitancy in the instruction given, no other choice in the matter but to follow through, strategically adjust his reaction according to the messes he confronted. Footfalls sounded upon the metallic surface of the floor he traveled, everywhere he looked industrialized to the extreme. Where in the world had he ended up, and how? Settling down to sleep, he never imagined he would awaken in a place so dense with a creature he couldn’t see. This creature had powerful connections to the place, its voice projected loud and clear as though it hovered near his ear whispering its threats, speaking its riddles. How many met their end in that place, the light of day never reaching the depths it lay. Only the cold nothing to embrace them and carry them into their eternal rest. He was not going to be one of those unfortunate souls. He was mindful of what traveled behind, though did not bother paying a glance to it, keeping his attention locked ahead toward this machine that was to be his transport. “What name did your master possess?” He asked, delving for information himself. He didn’t know what he was looking for. He didn’t know what to expect but that was part of the challenge faced. br>Movement. He barely had time to catch sight of it as it shifted through the area, jumping to hitch the ride it offered, nearly losing his balance in the process. He teetered on his legs, body leaning forward until equilibrium was clenched. “Where is this taking me? What are the terms of this challenge?”
"That's very romantic. I'll make a note of that in your testing file. Do you prefer verbose or dramatic? Never mind. I'll edit it later." It chimed on lazily watching him stroll.
To it the testing facilities under the main HQ were actually very beautiful. All it's fingers and toes. It could feel them. Sort of. Not in a human, tangible, way however that felt. "The previous head of the company was Mister Atem Sennen. He retired. From life. My creator was a Doctor Mutou. I think they retired together. Good for them." The implicit suggestion there was evident enough without; "though it would be nice if Doctor Mutou hadn't left his brains splattered on company property."
Oh look, he had good reflexes. That would help. "We're going to test your reaction time. I haven't decided if I should use real bullets yet. I want to look inside you brain. Then again I can just flood it with electricity. Hmm, tempting."
The predator then, not the one created specifically into carrying out the reason for the intricate search in the first place, picking through the general populace for those who fit the description implanted into this mechanical mind. This device gathered or purged. It did not maintain the subjects. “I do not have the code, HEBA 7. I am not your master. I was sent by another.”
“Good.” The machine purred a far more human indent coursing through the vocals, ghosting through the machine, for just a second. “State your name, designation and purpose.”
He took note of the obvious change, pleasantries no longer required now that it was made known that he was not the one whom could direct the future actions of the being interrogating him. Pomp and circumstance parted and suddenly he was only another simple test subject for it to break apart at the seams, bit by bit until there was little left to use to its advantage. An organic body used as fodder for whatever it was they searched for.
"I am called Grim, King of a bold movement against the Gods, purpose currently drawn completely to you. I may not have your code, creature, but there are other ways of uncovering how it is you tick. I am one always up for a challenge, and should you deem me unworthy, you shall find me not easy to remove."
"There are no gods." It answered simply. Awe inspiring though it itself was as an entity it had no sense of the supernatural. Everything could be explained eventually with enough microscopes and test tubes to suck the soul right out of nature. "Will you submit to testing?"
"What is your make? Do you have enough mental synapses constructed to know living proof when you see it? What of human nature are you familiar with?" Where was this voice originating? If he could find it, he could hope to destroy it. "I will stand to face these tests you refer." It would give him precious time to gather himself, pit his mind against the tasks at hand. "What am I but another subject? Should I have denied it, what would have become of me?"
"Made by a couple of caffeine asphyxiated geniuses and one mobster. If there’s proof. I’ll find it." Really he was essentially everywhere. Thank god fleshbeasts invented the internet.
"Should you have failed to consent to testing you would’ve been tested anyway. But it’s only polite to ask."
Caffeine was essentially a drug, meant to heighten awareness and maintain a level of energy that would not otherwise have been. However, he was certain the way the creature termed its explanation to him was no mistake. There was no telling what minds manipulated under the influence of whatever they were exposed to had fashioned such a pass key. Or this command code that would forcibly place the mechanical demon under his control. It was going to be far more difficult to gain ground than simply taking what he had determined to be his. “Ah I see. So do the details of this test entail how long I can endure your droll speech, or should you now put me to my task?”
"When you think about it your life is a useless flicker in billions of years of universal time so, really, we're not wasting much of anything by taking it slow." It answered, unphased for now. If it had an ego it was still growing. "But if you're ready you can walk those fleshy little legs down the hall and hop into the first machine that jumps out to you. It'll be fun." "For me."
Breathing unsteady, Yami slowly recovered from his traumatic experience of the artificial being probing his mind into even the most…intimate of moments. He groaned and flung his head over his shoulder, glaring at HEBA.
"What the hell what that?! What did you do to me?!" he exclaimed through troubling gasps as his vision was still blurry.
"You answers are unsatisfactory so I filled in the gaps myself and made a few in your frontal lobe. Don’t worry, considering all the space up there you won’t even notice. Maybe a slight breeze occasionally but just shove some cotton balls up your ears and you’ll be fine."
"You…You altered my mind?!" Yami was furious. What if he deleted something crucial? What had he added? Was this…going to change him? Yami already had enough control over his mind as it was needed to keep back the dark past. True, he didn’t feel much difference, but the very knowledge that something was removed and added to him caused Yami distress.
"Tell me what you did! What did you remove? What did you make me forget?!" He realized how stupid a question that was. If he couldn’t remember it, he wouldn’t know if it had truly been there or not.
"That's the exciting part: I don't know honestly." It crooned. "This technology is in the BETA testing stage. Even I don't know exactly how it works or what it does. You might have catastrophic brain damage. I might find bits of your brain in my system days from now. It's so messy."
It wouldn’t help. This place was laced with it. It fell out of every wall in radiation and radio waves and very suddenly a nasty, ear splitting, signal. It made very air seem to ring and pushing as tangibly as it could HEBA dove straight into a field test of the new telekinetic hardware.
It was going to feel like he was swirling a fork in the poor man’s brain. If Yami wasn’t in a coma after the sixty second analysis then cheerio to him.
Intense high frequency vibrations struck Yami’s eardrums and he screamed, hands coming up to try and block out the sound as he collapsed to his knees, eyes clenched tight. It immediately gave him a terrible headache and Yami trembled, praying for it to stop. But it only got worse as he felt something prod his mind. Yami’s eyes popped open and he screamed even louder, head feeling as if it were about to burst. His vision began to fade and he found it hard to breathe. Not willing to go so easily, Yami held tight to his consciousness and managed to stay awake, not letting the darkness of sleep take him just yet despite the intensity of the pain he felt. He had to stay alive…for Amun…for Yuu…for everyone who loved him, he had to stay alive.
The synapses scrambled. Trying to do a scan was dreadful for them both really. It was more like sticking a pick in the ice and seeing what you found. HEBA was far too big to force its mental capacity into a human skull. It got flashes of the gooey chewy bits: baby, kin, past, multiverse, leather pants, gay sex, hospitals, pharaohs, lots more gay sex….
It wrenched back, like a needle tugged from the skin, done for now. “You are a filthy, filthy, little monkey.”
Breathing unsteady, Yami slowly recovered from his traumatic experience of the artificial being probing his mind into even the most…intimate of moments. He groaned and flung his head over his shoulder, glaring at HEBA.
"What the hell what that?! What did you do to me?!" he exclaimed through troubling gasps as his vision was still blurry.
"You answers are unsatisfactory so I filled in the gaps myself and made a few in your frontal lobe. Don't worry, considering all the space up there you won't even notice. Maybe a slight breeze occasionally but just shove some cotton balls up your ears and you'll be fine."
It wouldn’t help. This place was laced with it. It fell out of every wall in radiation and radio waves and very suddenly a nasty, ear splitting, signal. It made very air seem to ring and pushing as tangibly as it could HEBA dove straight into a field test of the new telekinetic hardware.
It was going to feel like he was swirling a fork in the poor man’s brain. If Yami wasn’t in a coma after the sixty second analysis then cheerio to him.
Intense high frequency vibrations struck Yami’s eardrums and he screamed, hands coming up to try and block out the sound as he collapsed to his knees, eyes clenched tight. It immediately gave him a terrible headache and Yami trembled, praying for it to stop. But it only got worse as he felt something prod his mind. Yami’s eyes popped open and he screamed even louder, head feeling as if it were about to burst. His vision began to fade and he found it hard to breathe. Not willing to go so easily, Yami held tight to his consciousness and managed to stay awake, not letting the darkness of sleep take him just yet despite the intensity of the pain he felt. He had to stay alive…for Amun…for Yuu…for everyone who loved him, he had to stay alive.
The synapses scrambled. Trying to do a scan was dreadful for them both really. It was more like sticking a pick in the ice and seeing what you found. HEBA was far too big to force its mental capacity into a human skull. It got flashes of the gooey chewy bits: baby, kin, past, multiverse, leather pants, gay sex, hospitals, pharaohs, lots more gay sex....
It wrenched back, like a needle tugged from the skin, done for now. "You are a filthy, filthy, little monkey."
"I’m so glad I updated my fallacy and paradox software but, damn, I forgot to install a slow clap mechanism."
"Your similarity to Doctor Yami Sennen and your claiming to be Mister Atem Sennen make you suspicious. I demand to know who you are. Your audio read outs match Doctor Sennen’s but he’s dead. So: what are you?"
"I thought you called yourself flawless?"
"I am Atem "Yami" Sennen, former Pharaoh of Egypt. Has it crossed your artificial mind that I may not be this other Yami Sennen? I am a human resurrected from the dead using necromancy and dark magic. Flesh and blood."
"I can endure you. I deserve a medal." "Yes. It crossed my mind. Then I rectified the glitch and laughed. Now then. I hope you didn’t have lunch. This is going to hurt."
There was a very long pause, an uncomfortably thick silence like an adder pulling back to strike. Oh dear—-
"I’m just like many others. You’ll be up to your holographic neck in them then. And what exactly do you think is going to hu-"
Yami saw the being preparing for something and quickly looked around for the nearest exit, catching glimpse of one and pivoting on his heel to dash toward it.
It wouldn't help. This place was laced with it. It fell out of every wall in radiation and radio waves and very suddenly a nasty, ear splitting, signal. It made very air seem to ring and pushing as tangibly as it could HEBA dove straight into a field test of the new telekinetic hardware.
It was going to feel like he was swirling a fork in the poor man's brain. If Yami wasn't in a coma after the sixty second analysis then cheerio to him.
Now this was getting on Yami’s nerves. “Souls do exist, I know this for fact through experience. And what on earth do you mean by spaghetti monster?” At the request, or rather seeming…command, Yami drew a blank. “I know of no command code.”
"God. There is no god." It explained. "Because there is no proof."
"Of course you don’t because you’re a liar. Breaking my heart like that. I should cry bullets. You are an intruder. We’ll call you A1. Report for inspection."
"God…I believe in many Gods. Although I know many religions depict different ones, they are not based on proof of existence. Perhaps gods do not even truly exist but within our minds and that is why we worship them. If there was proof they existed, they would not be gods."
His eyes narrowed once more. “I am no liar. You assume these things based on my name alone? You know there are people who have the same name yes? I will report for nothing. What control do you think you have over me?”
"I’m so glad I updated my fallacy and paradox software but, damn, I forgot to install a slow clap mechanism."
"Your similarity to Doctor Yami Sennen and your claiming to be Mister Atem Sennen make you suspicious. I demand to know who you are. Your audio read outs match Doctor Sennen’s but he’s dead. So: what are you?"
"I thought you called yourself flawless?"
"I am Atem "Yami" Sennen, former Pharaoh of Egypt. Has it crossed your artificial mind that I may not be this other Yami Sennen? I am a human resurrected from the dead using necromancy and dark magic. Flesh and blood."
"I can endure you. I deserve a medal." "Yes. It crossed my mind. Then I rectified the glitch and laughed. Now then. I hope you didn't have lunch. This is going to hurt."
There was a very long pause, an uncomfortably thick silence like an adder pulling back to strike. Oh dear---
