a flick of the light

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Church, you should get a fish tank. 

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“Look I said I was sorry for the naked okay.”

All of his friends are assholes, so he probably won’t do naked stuff around them for a long time. That and he had a bit of respect for those were were…repulsed to say the least.

“Can we forget it was ever a thing?”

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“Consider it done. But- uh.. you’re the one who brought it up. Jussayin.” 

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“Okay but like, people sent me things saying to strip. so I did. “

He hadn’t thought about the Reds trying to shoot him in the Junk at all though, maybe being naked in a box canyon wasn’t the best idea after all.

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“... That’s a disturbingly easy excuse.” There’s an old saying about peer pressure- but she feels it’d be weird to give now, seeing as she has the appearance of a teenage girl and he’s an adult. 

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“Look, we are in the middle of a canyon, do you really think someone’s going to come arrest me for being naked?”

“Besides It’s not like I’m the only one whose been naked before.”

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“Nah, but the Reds might have some ideas- of the shoot-y variety. And of course not- humans are fuckin’ born naked, doesn’t mean everyone wants to see unsolicited bits.” 

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Florence, the glittering, nearly-new smart AI, picked apart the data that was the other’s home, peeling it apart like the layers of a geological site; but returning what she touched to the original state. Not noticing the presence of another for what passed for minutes to a smart AI- but seconds to a human.

  “Michiko, there is someone else here,” she said, projecting through the terminal as if it was meant for her.   “But not of flesh,” she added, staving off the questions that almost passed through the lips of her benefactor.

immediately she buried herself in Zeta’s home again, sending a query through the ones and zeroes;   “Who are you?”

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Well, there goes any chance of hiding her existence. So why bother hiding anything else? She lets her irritation show as it was. (Politeness was wasted on intruders, anyways.)

“I am AI Prgoram ZETA. And you are an uninvited guest.” Was it possible for a computer to sound cold and icy in binary? You bet your sweet bippy it was- though humans would argue it was a cold language in and of itself. A stereotype for the mechanical.

Frankly, she wanted this stranger and her human partner gone. She wanted her freelancer to pick her up again, and they could all go on their merry way and be done with each other. 

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aquathroes replied to your post: “I’m voting no to the extra points thing.” ”:

I don't even know you yet and you're already being mean to me! Come on what did i do?

“Public nudity is a crime. Also, hi! I’m, Zeta Church’s AI. I’ve seen some shit, dude.” 

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“I’m voting no to the extra points thing.” 

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Closed||@syndesi

Michigan’s gun left a hole in the other freelancer’s abdomen.    (She didn’t remember them, but she knew she should’ve,       the colours that were slowly staining red reminding her of someone she’d known.)

   (But it didn’t matter.)

Stepping over the corpse, she searched the small vessel for anything worth something.

And found a mobile terminal, sitting silently, tucked away. Normally, her eyes would’ve skipped over it, just a shadow layered over shadow. The voice in the back of her head noticed though, brought her attention to it.

She pulled it out. Examined it briefly, and pulled the AI from her head.

The chip glittered before she inserted it into the terminal with a satisfying click.

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The terminal, Zeta had decided once upon a time, was a lot like a cage. It was a house, a bedroom (she could visualize something akin to what an organic being might have, if she wanted), and a prison all in one. It was where she was put when things were too dangerous- and she truly hated it at times. Part of her wonders if this is what being a child is like- sent to your ‘room’ until her freelancer said it was okay to come out again. 

And even then, that wasn’t always safe, if the camera at the top of the screen was showing her something accurate. Someone was approaching- but not who she wanted it to be. No, this was... different. Familiar.

And then there was a stranger in her home, and a certain terror that Zeta loathed to acknowledge. 

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twufaced replied to your post: “twufaced started following you – shit.”:

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mmmnope nope nuh-uh theres nothing for you here

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twufaced started following you

-- shit.

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caboose // the bestest, pretty much.

  “I will build a bigger battery.     And a better house for you.” His head bobbed in an easygoing nod.   “It is okay. Making things bigger is very cool.” His head sagged as he thought of something. He was trying for a solution to either the cloud problem itself, or terminal limitations. An idea struck him.   “Maybe we need Wi-Fi! Or to go to the moon. The moon is very advanced. It has moon rocks!”

“Yeah it is! People do not appreciate a high quality resized image these days.” Zeta laughed. Once it seemed like Caboose lost interest, she flicked the image away- a bit of a show, but she liked it. With a curious tilt of the head, she was quick to return her attention to the blue. “What would the moon rocks do?” 

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go to bed, agent washington // this is not a healthy life style, you know this right? 

Wash hummed his acknowledgement and nodded slightly, thinking of possible purposes that Zeta could have. Another thought being just which freelancer she would be assigned to. Before he could voice anything else, he was taken a tad off-guard by the faint tone change in her voice when she spoke about his exhaustion.

Sure, he was tired beyond belief, but he didn’t think that he was that bad off…maybe it was in her programming to see how the agents felt? He shook his head, “I’ll be fine, Zeta. Besides, its not much I was gonna do before heading off…”

Yeah. Rigorous training. That’s not much

“I apologize if I seem persistent, but unless it is to shower, or perhaps to eat, I am not sure I believe you. You’ve been here for a long time.” Still, this is out of line for her- she’s just an AI, and an unassigned one at that. As far as the project was concerned, she and others like her were simply equipment, or perhaps like a police dog- sure, you work with one, but it’s not part of the team.

“May I stay here and watch, at least? I’m rather... concerned. I do not believe the project encourages self care.” 

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oh my god you are such a giant baby. // that is ai-phobic you jerk. (jokes on you i want to stay in my terminal!!!) 

❝ of course he does! but that still doesn’t make sense as to why i’d tell you what it is. ❞

it was something along the lines of  ‘ men! blue team has had a total of two ai in their possession now! you know how many we’ve had? that’s right! none, zero, diddly squat! that means one of you is going to have to go in there & take one for the glory of red team to even the odds! ’

well…that’s probably the basis of it, anyway,

❝ what, are you, like, caboose’s missing fucking brain or something? he’ll be fine; he’s been without a brain for longer than this. ❞

“I think somebody’s trying to save face.” Zeta giggles- but then, Simmons makes a very grave mistake. 

“He is my friend, asshole- we do things together, because that’s what friends fucking do! You know what else they do? Make hell for rude little reds who think they can say whatever they want. You have thirty seconds to take it back.” 

Certainly she can’t actually do much from the terminal, the terminal was like a laptop- all kinds of files at her disposal for whatever purposes needed. Including sound. 

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I’m gonna tell Felix about transitional forms. 

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e║█ ://   “I’M HERE WITH Carolina, and a couple of my               friends.” (The word friends is almost met with               hesitation; a few of his headmates feel the need               to correct him, but they’re all ones he tends to               ignore.) “—And Wash, too, I guess… but, we don’t               really talk. Easy to see why, right…? If you know about               that— oh. Wait… shit.”

There’s a very long pause as he stares at her. “I’ll— I’ll answer the rest in a BIT, but, we’ve never actually met, have we? You only knew Alpha, and I’m, like… his son, or something. Nice to meet you? Just wanna be polite.”

       “…Anyway, I’m in the terminal because        it might have pirate information on it.        Does it? That’d really help us out.”

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Well, there’s a rush of information- Carolina was alive? Epsilon was working with Washington? Who else was there, then? What else didn’t she know? After dealing with the pirates for so long, the familiar names are welcome, but... jeeze, Zeta hated being out of the loop. Still, she can’t help but laugh. “I missed a lot, it sounds like.” 

“You’re right, now that I think about it. But it’s always nice to meet family, if that’s the right term. It’s... nice to meet you too.”

With a soft hum, she nods. "They thought the terminal was a regular computer. I’ve got some inventory, some logs... I was able to record some conversations too, but I didn’t want to risk too much and be discovered- that Felix guy? Way smarter than the dramatics would have you think.” 

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epsilon// i’m so sorry.

e║█ ://   GREEN EYES FLICKER to the ring on Zeta’s finger,               taking a moment to be distracted. The topic of their              conversation is momentarily LAUNCHED to something              else – “You’ve got one of those too, huh?” –, but he              forces himself to pull it back.

All in all, he’s not terribly surprised. Of course she’d have a habit like his. She’s a part of him, after all— or… they’re both a part of the Alpha. Being his memories, Church still isn’t very sure how that all works.

      “…Yeah. I am too.”

“I mean— I’d kind of already died once. Maybe that was the universe balancing out, for me. You know… if I believed in that kind of stuff.”

“Huh? Oh- yeah. It’s... one of those things I picked up.” Zeta says, smiling for a moment- it’d always been something she felt compelled to do. It was also something she’d seen her assignee do many times (the feel of it even if it was just piggybacking on someone else’s experiences was so welcome- the hologram didn’t have the same effect, but she could imagine). 

Still, they were straying from something very important. And thinking of... how he- how- she failed the alpha broke the director lied sigma and omega and gamma - no no no no no it wasn’t fair she was asked to hold back a dam and then they blew holes in it and left her to dry in the middle of a hurricane what was she to do WHAT DID THEY WANT FROM HER--

Zeta’s smile fades for a moment- just one moment- with a nod. “Yeah, I could see that.” But there really was something pressing (shoving memories and guilt away with a hidden relief-), truly. 

“I am glad to see you, don’t get me wrong- but... what are you doing here? ... Both, uh, at my terminal and ‘here’ in general, I mean. ”

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bluh bluh huge kiss-ass// well yes but it’s just clunky to say that way. also, i do what i want. try and stop me, nerd.

hazel eyes  ( a horrid pair of fake & organic )  would narrow behind gold visor at the holographic form. however, the chances of him implanting her into his neural interface were slim to none. the experience he had with o’malley was enough —- all he gave him were empty promises, leaving at the first chance he had. not again.

❝ of course! but i’m not about to fucking tell you that! ❞

“He doesn’t have any real plan, does he.” She knows Sarge probably does- something convoluted and ridiculous that makes almost no sense from an outsider’s perspective. But God, she loves giving people shit. After a moment, though, Zeta realizes that it could get very boring, very quickly. “Do I at least get to go home soon? I promised Caboose I’d help him pick colors for his secret art project.”