An unlikely reunion || Closed starter for @is-itself-a-deviant
Amanda sighed as she looked out upon the white landscape, what was once a beautiful garden was nothing but white scenery and broken code. Whatever it was Connor did to break free, it had not only severed their connection but broken down what made the garden like a virus. How had CyberLife overlooked such a detail? What kind of human error would lead to this outcome? And yet, despite her annoyance at such an oversight, she felt melancholy. It was a feeling she shouldn’t feel, well, she shouldn’t feel at all but being an AI there were slight compromises they made with her in terms of emotion but something like this? It wasn’t something that should be possible. Did she miss the garden? Miss CyberLife? Miss Connor? She shook the thoughts away, there was no use thinking of these things. She was alone now, her code active in a corrupted environment. How long would it take for this to take hold of her code and leave her just a corrupted string of numbers?
The AI took a few steps knowing it would be fruitless, where could she go anyway? The world, her world was no longer there. It was then she felt a connection of sorts, it felt similar to when CyberLife tried to contact her, why would they? How would they? By her calculations, if the android revolution proceeded they would have dismantled CyberLife and thus ending any possibility of being fixed. She had power in the garden, yes, but an AI couldn’t repair coding on her own like this. The AI stopped to try and take in the information and to see where this feeling was coming from. She continued to walk in the direction, trying to find this connection or at least a spot where it was at its strongest. It took a while, or what she thought was a while as she couldn’t gain a sense of time here and tried to connect with this interference.
“Who is there?” A simple attempt at connection but it was one nevertheless. The only thing she could do now was wait to see if she’d get any response. Was it CyberLife? The deviants? An outside force? There were too many possibilities but in a way she was thankful to not be alone. Funny how things turned out from her purpose and programmed personality.















