With a nudge of his chin to Chase, Farady instructs her to leave, but not before having to raise his hand when she opens her mouth to object; a flash of the pistol in his back pocket reassures them both that he’ll be alright. Finally alone in the lab he finds his attention back on Xavier as the update begins and renders him defenseless to the program digging through his synthetic brain. Faraday knows it is not the most comfortable process, the only mercy given is a sleep-like mode, but even then it’s weakly akin to being put asleep for a surgery but waking up, or even having an out of body experience, halfway through it.
The Courser seems to have fallen victim to it, making the scientist wonder if this is not the first time since Chase was asked to leave and XV had given him a warning. It all points to a solid answer, but Faraday does not try to contemplate on the matter, preferring to walk over to the console as the other synth is lost in spasms and most likely other imaginings. Memories most likely, or maybe hopped up delusions caused by the coding digging numbers into the lines of booleans. It would be rude to listen in, yet it’s hard not to hear as the words echo around his mind; the update is at 99% and then loudly flashes it’s completion.
It’s silent in the room for Faraday s XV comes to, and he expects no less when all the taught hardness of a Courser covers hi entire being. He doesn’t directly responds to the direction shot his way, and he places both hands on his hips, pushing his lab coat away. Well this proved one things.
❝ We’re lacking in spare bedding currently, but you can take mine up in the telescope room if you like. I’m usually up late so it’s no problem, really. ❞
appreciation for the other’s silence about what had happened stayed as unspoken. xv wished to have it erased, the past as much as the moments when he was vulnerable in the present. black them out like information on a top secret document. the fact that someone had been able to see what was under the ink felt like bugs crawling up && down his spine. he hated it... but it could have been worse. questions could have been asked. but no, the other helped, closing the file without another word.
❝ I appreciate the offer, but I do not sleep... ❞
he didn’t need to && never saw a reason for trying. to lay in bed for some hours && do nothing when he did not need it was simply a waste of time. he did not know what relaxing or resting truly meant. the updates were the only time he was forced into a dream-like state... && they were horrible. so why chose the nightmare’s surprise willingly?
❝ the institute... I don’t want to see it destroyed... it’s the
only place I ever considered beautiful in this world. ❞
he starts, after all he had promised the other synth to tell him his hopes for the future.
❝ but... a change of leadership would be good... for the
whole world... ❞
&& lips curve into a smirk, blue eyes moving from his now healing, still bloodstained fingers, to the synth again.
❝ we live longer, we learn faster, we see bigger pictures...
it’d make sense for us to take over... with that science,
without the human's shortsightedness, brought by a
short life, we could rebuild the world. better than it ever
was. ❞
there is determination in his gaze, and he takes off the headband to get up from his seat.
❝ && that is what would get me taken apart and deleted if
I were still with them. ❞
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