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*Krill is preparing for another round of attacks into Da Devil's chest as she feels the snap. Her pupils explode back into place and she backs off as she sees Morgen come skidding into the hall. A bone-deep rumble emanates from her as she advances on her maker*
*Krill fights her way back to aching consciousness. She can feel the faint hum of her respirator back in its place on her chest, filtering the air in the now drained tank. That's the most pleasant feeling, the rest just hurts. Her sides and head, her arms, her mouth, all converging in one mesh of pain.
Blearily, she pushes herself off the floor an- doesn't move. Her front arms feel stuck to the ground somehow. She swivels her eyes, looking for what's keeping her down. Oh.
There's nothing holding her arms down but, then, they don't look like her arms either. Bulky, unwieldy, and hurting far too much to belong to anyone else.
Krill struggles against the throbbing sensation, leaning slightly to shakily unfurl the new limb. Fresh bolts of pain ring through her body but it manages to fold open reaching forward, much further than her old arms could, ending in a sort of balled spike. Although she's sore now, there is undeniable power in the limb. As she strains to rise to her feet, she's just thinking of how this will make it harder to hug her friends.*
*She's kneeling in the sand, digging after a small creature. She finally scoops it up in her hands and triumphantly shows it off to the young man next to her. He ooohs appreciatively and they watch the sand flea try to dig through the gaps in her fingers, before she returns it to the shoreline.*
*Now she's waiting in a lobby, the same man comes out of a nearby restroom. "Penny for your thoughts babe?", she hands him the aforementioned coin. He gives her a bemused smile "Where are you getting all of these?", he asks, adding it to his growing collection "That's for me to know aaaaand for you to not know" she grins back impishly, the pocket of her shorts jingles faintly with more coins.* *Krill feels warm water enveloping her, filtering through her gills, but when she wakes up, it's in a dimly lit tank. Again*
Corrupted data located. Deleting...
*In her hazy state of consciousness, Krill squirms against the cables plugged into her head. They can't take this. They can't take her. She scrambles for any leverage she can get but to no avail.*
Deleting...
*As those clammy tendrils reach for the memories she doesn't know. The cables retract with a snap.
Dr. Nobles is standing in front of her, palm raised* "It seems, your poor, betrayed friends are here for revenge. They may not have it." *The beam fires and Krill goes blank*
Krill is standing on the shoreline, watching the waves wash into her legs, waiting for the next fight to start. She hopes Hot Wing is feeling better after the tree incident, that looked like it hurt /_\
A beam of light shoots from a storefront behind her. Sensitive stalked eyes capture the ray. A torrent of information downloads into her mind. Data, objective, memories?, command.
Capture entity 300355. She loads her rifle methodically, gaze locked on a far off target. Last location designated *A path appears in her vision winding off the beach* Plugged into a console in a forgotten server room, transferring huge swaths of data, her body a conduit between secrecy and revelation. Do not draw unnecessary attention. Floating in a sealed tank, awaiting release. Bring target to extraction point. Awake. Asleep. Awake. Asleep. Remembering. Forgetting. Transferring gathered data on entity. Do not fail. File received: Entity 300355 ... Emma?
This past week or so has been...insightful. When not assisting her friends, she's been [exploring] the data her friends recovered from the lab. It's feels str*nge to have access to it all. She's spent days at a time plugged into the laboratory computer room but like one-way glass, she was the one being watched. She believes information should be shared, that it's better to know the horrible thing than remain ignorant. It is still a heavy weight to know. And now? With so many unknowns, with so many hidden actors. Somewhere in these files it will explain how she was programmed, how she was controlled. She hasn't found it yet. And no one else will either. Ideally.
Encrypting files...please wait...
As everyone boards the sub, Krill is the last one to go. She takes another look around at the place of her creation, she will not be contained any longer. One punch and the tiled hallway wall shatters. Sea water rushes in, widening the cracks, further and further. Another punch, then another, the lab already sinking. Krill half walks half swims to the waiting sub. She doesn't look back.
Searching for corrupted data...
Perhaps it is not so dissimilar to lying open on the operating table, to have a computer search your mind. Except that you are aware. Asleep or awake, it's creeping tendrils, sticky and cold, continue to invade your memories. Your thoughts. Your emotions. Beliefs. Relationships. You. Can you even call them yours? Yours implies exclusivity, privacy, and there is nowhere it cannot go. Nowhere it cannot find you. All of you. Hunting down every last shred of self, searching for what it deems unfit.
Searching for corrupted data...
