@lccmchild asked:
"I was informed you may provide important data for my research on the G/NETIC moveme-" The screen that covered half her face glitched out all of a sudden before it showed the PROJECT logo. When she spoke again, her voice sounded much more artificially sweet. "Please excuse my rude approach. Hello, I am L-4465 of the L-series. I'll gladly assist you." She buried her face in her hands, and when she looked up again, the screen showed a red butterfly. "... my name is Ly. May I ask yours?"
The lights of his own helmet pulsed in steady concern. As damaged as his sensory systems were at times, he was sure this machine before him was no hallucination. The PROJECT symbology also hit him poorly, in ways he couldn’t quite grasp. And information on the G/NETIC movement? What did he really know? He had just woken up one day, faced with his first memory free of corruption: a rebel handing him a blade. That sword, in his hand ever since, hummed in anticipation of some conflict.
“L-4465.” He offered dispassionately, his voice even but distorted somewhat by his vocalization unit, “Whatever you are, whoever you are, I do not share information with detractors. I do not share information with radicals. I destroy radicals. Prove to me your goal is not subterfuge. I do not trust readily...”
But despite his bold proclamations, he remained still. He was a PROJECT make after all, and yet he was here. There was hope for everyone yet.