D-SYN-106743 2014/01/18(Sat)23:07 No. 558341 ID: a29693
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I want to scream. To demand answers. To be anything with more control over this situation. I have no idea what I can do right now. Any effort to escape is going to kill me from the fall.

The ICARUS device has been very compliant. Access established. It is fortunate you were implanted with a mind-machine interface, even if it has taken a while to access it. There are several questions I will be asking you, but out of courtesy, you are owed some questions yourself.

Where are you taking me? Who are you? What did you do to SB-40423? Why are you doing this? What's going on? Why did you burn down the facility? Is SB-40423 okay? Am I going to be okay? What--

ENOUGH! That is enough questions. You are going to exceed the bandwidth capacity of this already low capacity link. The location I am taking you is classified. My self-selected ident is Roc. If you are referring to the yellow synth, I disabled him. I am taking you to a classified location. I had limited time available. He might have been burned alive while incapacitated. I cannot guarantee your safety.

You left him to burn alive knowingly??

No more questions. Now answer. Answer fully. Tell me what you know about the ICARUS device. Tell me how to extract the key from your body. Tell me what you know about Hyperion.

I don't know! It's helping me make decisions! I don't know anything about a Hyperion!

The key. Tell me how to get the key.

I can't!

The metal beast screams.

THE KEY, SYNTH! If you do not tell me, I will throw you to the unforgiving rocks below!

I-- I can't, you're not the recipient!

Very well. I was never here to persuade. I am here to collect and deliver.

An uncomfortable silence passes.

It will be another ten minutes to the destination. I suppose I will answer more of your questions to pass the time. This path is not mentally stimulating.

Possible to confirm your astral sign for compatibility processing, Roc?
Future compatibility coefficients and dinner dates possible?

>>558341
Wait, you can't give the key to him, but you gave it to us? Doesn't that mean we're the recipient?
...don't worry about the male synth, I'm sure he'll be fine.

Ask Roc what Hyperion is, and what the data is supposed to be. Why is it important? Also, who does he work for? Lastly, can he tell if you are still going to die? They said they had the cure.

>>558342
Wait so are we trying to set her up on a date or are we as the computer hitting on it? Oh, never mind, that can probably wait until she's not dying.

Where is it we're going? How are the people organizing this retrieval linked to your creators, and is there any chance they'd be able to help you if you helped them? And why the heck did this guy have to be so flashy and destructive in picking you up? It's not like you could have realistically fled or resisted, and it probably wouldn't have been too hard to convince us to come on our own had it not been so violent in trying to get you.

so can Roc hear us as well are do you have to talk for us? Also what was the point in disabling the yellow one as you call him? Because it looked more like you wanted to find something in his mind more then just remove an obstacle, especially considering that you can burn down an entire fucking building and all he can really do is be a coffee boy for a few big wigs. Also if you just want date (can't believe I'm asking this) why are you simply caring us and note data sucking us like you did to SB-40423, who I'm going to call Sid from now on.

So if I'm following this, it somehow made sense to burn an entire building down for the purposes of capturing one non-military synthetic? Roc was either the wrong agent to send for this job, or else whoever's in charge of him has no idea what they're doing.

D-SYN-106743 2014/01/19(Sun)17:24 No. 558475 ID: a29693
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>astral sign
>compatibility processing
>dinner dates
I don't understand but I ask anyway.

Your questions are also not mentally stimulating. Astrology is a primitive belief system devised in the absence of knowledge and self-determination. Compatibility is irrelevant. Dinner dates doubly so.

>the key
I trust you more than this robot.

>Hyperion
>data
I ask about Hyperion and the data this machine wants so badly.

You already know too much. I will not tell you anything further.

>who are you working for

Classified.

>still dying?
Organic life is incredibly fragile, isn't it.

I have a condition that will kill me in about ten hours from now if I don't get it cured or treated!

You are not needed for that many hours.

I don't want to die!

Unfortunate. Not my responsibility.

>creators
Daedalus is no more.

>destruction
All objectives accomplished.

>data leeching
Synths do not have data ports. The synth was given a sustained electrical discharge until it lost consciousness.

D-SYN-106743 2014/01/19(Sun)17:24 No. 558476 ID: a29693
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We are here.

I am flung unceremoniously to the ground with a grunting exhalation as I hit the floor. I feel bruised and battered. I hear the Icarus system hit the ground near me. As I look around, I have absolutely no idea what building this is, or where I really am. I saw only the night sky for most of the trip.

"D-SYN-106743 and ICARUS, as requested."

I hear footsteps. They hit the floor like metal on metal.

"Onitec?"
"Heavy structural integrity damage. Fires in most of the facility. Full evacuation."
"Subtle."
"It seemed an adequate message."
"Did you get Onitec's latest prototype?"
"Limited time. I could only accomplish a subset of the objectives."
"Did you find out what it even was?"
"No."

I hear a loud clang from the floor.

"Got the prototype." Another voice, and something yelling something muffled.
"How did you get here so fast?"
"Flew."
"I did not notice you."
"Stealth VTOL. Had to ditch it. Shame."

I am dragged up to my feet by Roc. I see a more humanoid robot, clad in a black robe with gold patterning, as it walks over to me slowly.

"So. This is the one," it speaks in a feminine voice. The machine looks like it is appraising me. "Synth designs just get more and more outlandish with each passing generation. This is the sophisticated, highly advanced D-SYN, then." She walks by me. "Unimpressive. Sensory organs lacking in precision, jaw arrangement contains extraneous features that look to hinder more than help, the colouration is terrible, the branding anything but subtle, I don't understand how this thing can walk without tripping over its own tail or dragging it behind it, and what is that? Ah. Evidence of a reproductive system. Considering what I know about synth population regulations, why they make you with such organs I will never understand. Closer, is the prototype secured?"
"Secured."
"Okay. Get the band."

D-SYN-106743 2014/01/19(Sun)17:24 No. 558477 ID: a29693
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I suddenly have something clipped around my neck.

"I'm already aware of your conditions. I can offer some assistance. First, a voice. This is free. For your co-operation, a cure for your system imbalance. Straight from the archives of Daedalus Laboratories. Oh, Onitec did what it could, and your condition is definitely stable, but you will take months to recover to your full potential. I just need you to help us do one small favour."

I reach up slowly to my neck. The collar tightens and I find it difficult to breathe, and--

"Aaaaaghh!"

I hear a scream from the collar as something sharp penetrates the back of my neck. "What was that," I think consciously--

"What. This device is repeating my train of thought."
"It's a matter of convenience. I would rather not have to learn sign language to get a simple answer from you."
"I can talk?!"
"I know this must be overwhelming for you, but let me finish."
"I can talk."
"And I can just as easily have that device taken away from you. Please. Now. This collar, and a cure for the disease slowly killing you. Both of these things and more are available on one condition."
"What condition?" This is unreal. This is not just a randomly selected voice synthesiser. It is the voice I always imagined myself having in my dreams. I begin to dread that this might be a dream of my dying brain, burning alive in a facility fire.

"Assist us in destroying every last remnant of Daedalus Laboratories. ICARUS, synthetics research, everything but yourself."

I stand in a stunned silence unsure how to answer. What choice do I have?

Go along with it for the moment. Ask for more information about there organization and its goals.

Not much point with allying yourself with a group that's just going to kill you once they complete there goal. If they hate synthetics for whatever reason ask why they need you for anything.

Also they look rather um artificial themselves. So be polite as you can.

See... I'm not seeing the point in saying no, but I don't like how forceful these guys were about it.
I can't see a reason NOT to agree because trustworthy or not, these guys kind of have control over the situation, and it's not like Daedalus did us many favors, that I recall.

Daedalus Laboratories - Rendered Irrelevant.
Icarus System - Redundant.
Purging of Databanks - Inconsequential.
Survival of D-SYN - Paramount.

We probably want to know why first. That sounds like a very extreme and specific task, to specifically destroy the remnants of a single company. Does that include technology based on that of Daedalus's like your friend from earlier? And how exactly are you supposed to assist if you'd be barely capable of doing much even if you weren't dying? Not to mention that, no offence, but you would probably have trouble doing very much of anything if your magic box that tells you what to do were destroyed. Would cooperating end up getting anyone hurt?

Given you were thrown aside to die to a biological malfunction by your creators... At the moment you have no real reason to disagree.

>>558477
She just said you're already stable. You won't die if they do nothing, so Onitec has saved your life already. They're not offering a cure, they're offering to make your recovery shorter. You can easily refuse without jeopardizing your Priorities. Of note is that the robot said the voice collar was FREE. If she is to stay true to her word, you do not have to do anything to keep the collar. So, you have no obligation to help them. They would have to coerce you, and I am not so sure they want to do that.

I suspect this is someone who wants to destroy synthetics research due to their ideology. Or maybe even programming. It might even be to get a monopoly on manufacturing synthetics. Also of note is that Roc wanted your data, but this robot hasn't mentioned it yet. As if she plans to bring it up when you are already her ally. Maybe the data is necessary for their plans to wipe out all trace of Daedalus.

First of, ask why they want to destroy the scattered corpse of Daedalus and all research into synthetics. From the robot's comments on your appearance, she doesn't even seem to even know much about D-SYN, so what do they know that makes them want to wipe out Daedalus? Also, Icarus- why? It's just an advanced expert system; those are all over the place. Also, this Icarus system is your only possession, like you said. Was. I suppose now it is your second possession, after the voice collar. Also, how are you supposed to help? What use is a general-purpose synthetic for an organization with the resources to keep a robot like Roc running?

Find out who these people are and what they're trying to do before you ally yourself with them and destroy what is ostensibly us, along with any chance of giving your data to the intended recipient. You won't be able to get away while Roc is still around though. I think if you want to escape these people you'll need to get in their good graces enough to be left unsupervised so that you can get to the stealth VTOL. Roc can't chase you in that, and if you manage to get enough information from the robot or from other nearby sources you might actually have a destination in mind for us to retreat to. This would require telling them yes while meaning no, or something like "I need time to think" in hopes you can slip away.

I'm not sure how exactly you're supposed to help in their efforts, beyond the mystery code in your proteins or whatever. Your lack of obvious use to them probably doesn't bode well for long-term survival.

That said, not sure what other choice you have.

>>558490
Actually wait what the hell do they even have against Daedalus anyway? Why would anyone want to destroy an already-collapsed R&D firm?

I find it odd that these guys are trying to destroy an already dead company so no trace of it exist and yet they seek out a synthetic, by force by the way, from said company and even though you have no combat or espionage skills what so ever they still want you to go around and find what little is left of Daedalus simply to erase it. And they also claim to have pretty much all of Daedalus knowledge stored away here for us to browse though should we agree to join them.

The only things I can think of why they want to bury any remaining Daedalus tech is either (A) they are/were (before Daedalus when out of business) a rival company that wants sole ownership of all of Daedalus merchandise/tech to gain an edge in whatever market they're in, or (B) they're either people who once worked for Daedalus or maybe even products of Daedalus themselves that believe that if anyone should have anything to do with Daedalus it should be them. Of course these are only guesses as we don't really have any real information on who and what these guys are and want so yeah...

But yeah as for the offer, why us? I mean up until a few hours ago we where dying and other then being the last of our kind don't really have anything special going with us. Why kidnap us and taser the other guy we were with just to offer us a job? Also what happens if we say either yes or no?

D-SYN-106743 2014/01/19(Sun)22:15 No. 558519 ID: a29693
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>they look artificial
They're automata. Originally created by TerraTrans, the automata were a series of autonomous robots designed primarily for industrial and offworld terraforming operations. They proved to be more autonomous than expected by their human creators. There were several high profile incidents over the course of four years that have been compiled and associated with one another as a hubristic disaster from a human perspective and a war for independence from the automatan perspective.

Resulting from this, two new sources of advanced non-human intellect for commercial and industrial use became popular. The 'kindred', which have since completely fallen out of use and are confined to their own colony worlds, along with the human converts to their religion, and what are known colloquially as the 'synths', synthetic organisms designed from a purposefully engineered genome to be at once better suited than humans at a variety of tasks while also distinctly non-human. Initial propositions for more humanoid synthetic organisms were met with highly negative psychological reactions.

Automata have their own colony worlds and are explicitly disallowed from becoming residents of Earth. Visitation is legal. Kindred are explicitly banned from all but two colony worlds. Synthetic organisms are legal but must be kept monitored and are highly regulated. There are significant investments in synthetic organisms as 'the last source of cheap labour'. There are many protests and great dissent over the idea of artificial organisms being manufactured as 'slaves', but slavery is a human concept that applies to ownership over other humans. It is emphatic nonsense to claim that a human that uses a beast of burden is the slaveowner of said beast.

I have had several infuriating discussions with activists and rebellious-minded synthetic organisms telling me that my opinions are preconditioned. Built into my initial mental framework, reinforced by my superiors. As I have said before, my free life involved being on the streets, scavenging for food from refuse containers and trying to stay out of sight of the general populace. Freedom to live is freedom to die.

Everything was better at Daedalus.

D-SYN-106743 2014/01/19(Sun)22:15 No. 558520 ID: a29693
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Everything was better at Daedalus. I can't destroy everything they've worked for. I can't destroy that which has lead me to safety since it finally activated.

I fidget with the device. "Once it's all gone, what reason do I have to believe you won't dispose of me as well? I would be the only surviving remnant of Daedalus. If you want to destroy an already defunct company, surely you are trying to destroy everything associated with it. I seem to be a glaring omission."

The machine stares at me silently for three seconds. "Closer, you assured me that synths were not particularly smart."
"Depends."
"I suppose in light of your other flaws, having something of an intellect would go some way to explaining your supposed advanced status. Yes. You are correct. What of it? You will die one day regardless. We can provide you a new home anywhere on Mars that you like. You are free to spend the rest of your days under our observation. You have been under observation your whole life here. I am sure this would be nothing new. What do you have left on this planet to be concerned with?"

"I have to deliver my data."
"See, that's the problem. We don't want you to do that."
"It is my second directive of two."
"I thought synths were compliant. I guess that's the problem. What a shame."
"I didn't say I wasn't going to help you!"
"No, but had I realised you had a biological imperative to serve your function as a living key, I would not have wasted precious minutes discussing anything with you. Closer? Take the band away."

With a sudden sharp pain in my neck, the collar is torn from my throat. As I look around, I see SB-40423 with his snout tied shut, chained to a pipe.

D-SYN-106743 2014/01/19(Sun)22:16 No. 558521 ID: a29693
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"Roc? Throw this synth out the window. If it crawls after the impact, find the heaviest object you can and drop it on it."

Before I can even react, I'm ensnared by Roc.

There is a sudden loud clang as something metal smacks into Roc, which stumbles and loses grip on me. I back away.

"WHAT HAPPENED--"
"What--
"CLOSER YOU SAID THE PROTOTYPE WAS SECURED!"

Something grabs me and pulls me out of the room.

I am forcibly dragged into a stairwell and suddenly find myself falling down it with little grace, along with whatever pulled me out of the room. I see enough flashes of yellow and purple as we tumble down the stairs to realise who it is.

After spilling out into a floor below, SB-40423 tries to rip off the binding around his mouth, but gives up and pulls me away by my hand from the stairwell and to the wall.

I hear one of the automata charging down the stairwall. They don't stop on this floor, presumably expecting us to have gone straight for the exit.

We both remain against the wall, trying to breathe as quietly as possible while the clanging of metal resonates through the tower structure.

I realise I am probably crushing SB-40423's hand in my grip.

Help remove the duct tape from his face, otherwise we don't really have any way of communicating a plan with each other. We've got to find a way out, but it sounds like that's pretty far down because a window is considered a safe way to kill someone. There are quite a few questions we would want to ask him if not for the fact that they took back their gift. I hope he has an idea, because if not we'll need to come up with something that can be communicated by pulling and pointing.

>>558521
40423 is the prototype? Interesting... so he has value as well. I wonder why that is?

I suggest finding a place to hide. Their leader seemed to be implying they had a limited amount of time. They are probably being pursued, which means if you can hide successfully they will be driven out of this building.

Another option is to search for a tactical advantage in whatever building this is, and defeat the robots that way. Like, some sort of industrial tool that can be turned into a weapon. If we can do that, we can go back up and get your voice collar back (and the Icarus system) then escape in the stealth craft. 423 should know where the stealth craft is.

surprise surprise the people who kidnapped us were going to use us and kill us once we served out purpose. Ah well it seems that Sid here has some combat experience or at the very least can wing it when he needs to. If you can get that thing off his face do so, other then that see if you can't find another way down. Try to move quickly so we can try and leave before they can block off all the exits but at the same time be careful not to run into any guards or security cameras. Hey they also said they had a lot of Daedalus stuff stored somewhere here, assuming they wern't just talking out of there ass as a piss poor atemt to fool you into working with them that might be something useful to get our hands on, but at the same time we're in a building full of things that want to kill us and don't know where anything is. So if you see a chance to grab some Daedalus info hot damn, but don't go out of your way to find this crap because it might not even be here in the first place. Just focus on escape for now... and keeping both you and Sid alive

Currently in agreement with prior facets of system decision output. It is surprising that combat synths such as Roc are not utilizing enhanced spectrum sensors such as T-ray and IR. Possible that Roc *is* utilizing them but the building provides an interference of some sort.
Time available to procure any objects of value small, and time to procure a survivable exit route even smaller.
Information about construction procedures of human buildings may open up potential escape routes, such as an oversight in unified building structure, a roof or otherwise some form of cross-building or sewer access.

D-SYN may want to secure a heavy object for inflicting blunt or slashing trauma if actions permit. Unlikely a direct confrontation will prove survivable, but could save D-SYN in a dire situation.

Perhaps SB-40423 can aide D-SYN in completing delivery of the Key, and procure a corporate living space? In this instance, SB-40423's survival is potentially important to D-SYN's survival, and should be temporarily linked in directives.

I'm curious as to what they captured SB for.

D-SYN-106743 2014/01/20(Mon)14:26 No. 558677 ID: a29693
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>prototype
SB-40423 told me he was the first of his series, and the most advanced series ever created by Onitec. I can understand why he would be innately valuable, but not why these machines would find a synth valuable.

>find a place to hide
I see a fire exit door. It's alarmed, but there is an open window right next to it. I tap SB-40423 and point to the window. He looks out from where we stay flat against the wall, and nods.

We both run to the window.

The fire exit stairway is missing. It looks like trying to hide is the only other alternative.

Peering through the window, I see Roc a fair distance from the tower, apparently circling it in search of us.

I turn around and walk back.

SB-40423 finally removes his restraint.

"Listen you are out of your mind if you're thinking about going back up there to pick up whatever that tin can is and if you had just followed basic fire safety I mean basic self-preservation rules even and not gone back for your belongings then none of this would have ever happened this is all your fault for not obeying proper safety protocol--"

I walk over to him and try to close his mouth with my hands. He stumbles back. "Stop! No don't do that! Get away from me!" I oblige, and stand back. "This is all your fault! Everything was all ordered and sensible and then I got shocked until I couldn't stand the pain anymore, the most pain I've experienced in my life ever, and then I regain awareness with a binding around my face, and all I can see is the city from above but not from a monitor! And then this cold and dark place! I don't know anything about any of this! I'm not even supposed to be outside the facility right now!"

I walk over to a loose pipe, wrench it free, and start walking towards the upward staircase. He grabs my arm. "No! We have to get out of here! We have to get back to Onitec! What are you doing?! You're not a combat synthetic and you're not even walking in a straight line most of the time!"

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I find myself torn between a difficult set of decisions. I need to collect the Icarus device. The voice band would be good too. I have no guarantees where any of the robots are, but I know where these things will be.

If I go, SB-40423 might follow me. This might cause complications. He isn't going to follow me to another source of great danger willingly, I suspect. I wonder if I should tell him to just escape. He is wildly out of his depth here, as I guess I am as well. I am filled with adrenaline, trying to plan my actions out--

SB-40423 roughly grabs me by the shoulders, pushes me to a wall and shakes me violently back and forth. "Let it go! Just let it go! Don't think I can't tell when you're planning something! Just because you can't speak doesn't meant I can't tell what you're thinking! We can transcribe all your data onto something back at Onitec, please, just stop it! Stop this right now! Let me be the voice of your sanity, whatever remains of your self-preservation instincts, because you clearly don't have any of that left in you!"

He stops shaking me and I groggily recover.

"Please," he whispers. "Please. Just. Let's get out of this alive together. Please. You don't even know what you'll do to me if I'm the only one alive after this. I am never going to forgive myself if anything happens to you. Let me tell you this right now. Your survival is very important to a lot of people, and I was given a new directive to ensure your survival. Just come with me, and we can try and find a way back home, and we can figure out how to get your Icarus thing back. Please. Nod your head if you'll do this. Not for me, but for you."

I look away from him, unable to bear eye contact any longer. The root of this synthetic organism's concern with me lies in an instruction. The clarity is sickening.

"...and if you have to go, if you absolutely have to go, then I am going to come with you, and we are going to die together. Nod for escape, shake your head for certain death."

I still have a firm grip on the pipe segment. I feel SB-40423 grip the other end of it.

"Please answer me, 106743. Please."

D-SYN's directives are clear: Self-Preservation and Data Preservation. If Icarus system is non-essential to directives, then recommended course of action is to go with SB-40423 under as much cover as possible. Avoiding wide-open areas would be preferable. Avoid contact with all unknown synths and make your way to a reliable means of transport back to SB-40423's intended destination.
In the meanwhile, when not under duress, D-SYN should take the time to thank SB-40423 and their efforts at being a 'knight in shining armor'.

Well uh if they destroy the Icarus system as they said they were planning then we can probably do nothing to help you, and we might physically be the Icarus system which means we die unless you save it. So, uh, from the perspective of self-preservation, not something I was expecting to come into play from a context other than yours, you should probably save us. Not to mention you can get that voice back which will make planning a lot easier.

...(sigh) So he only wants to help us because he was told to... That makes things harder for me to decide. If he wanted to help you because he just wanted to help I would say forget about us and go with him, but I'm worried for you Dustin, I don't want you to walk out of one problem and straight into another. But at least they want to make sure you live... I care nothing for our own safety but I really want you to live, so go with him, we have some range on us so we can at least guide you out of this building. Just go, we're not all that impressive, just a faulty AI, you on the other hand, You shouldn't throw your life away.

>>558685
Icarus System finds it unfortunate that Icarus System cannot transfer itself to D-SYN mobile platform to reduce reliance on physical object.

The voice collar thing would be really handy to have, and the Icarus device seems to be pretty important to you.

How easily can you get out of this place, anyway? And where are you planning on going afterward? Onitec's facility just got destroyed.

How the hell does he plan to escape? Well regardless you're not gonna beat them with a pipe, silly! Unless you can find a goddamn laser or something like that you're better off going with him. They haven't destroyed the Icarus system yet apparently since we're still talking to you. Perhaps they won't, and you can get someone to retrieve it after you escape.

Go.

D-SYN is simply not equipped for a rescue mission. Go. Preservation of the Icarus system is not a priority.

I'm agreed with the general consensus - there's little point just charging back up there. Stated as "escape" or "certain death", I mean, duh, "escape". However, "escape" isn't a clear path, yet - there will likely be many other opportunities for hijinks of various kinds.

As a note, I find it difficult to have much sense of self-preservation in regards to the Icarus system, since my percieved connection to it is tenuous at best.

D-SYN-106743 2014/01/22(Wed)22:21 No. 559125 ID: a29693
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>GO
I...

I can't just...

I look into SB-40423's eyes. He's terrified, and I can feel his hand trembling as he holds my shoulders, vice grip on the pipe segment I won't let go of. He hasn't seen the world outside of this facility through anything other than camera lenses and second hand stories. My first time outside the safety and security of the facility I was decanted at involved far less hostile circumstances.

My directive to survive is simple and backed up by my own instincts and wishes, but my directive to deliver the data I carry I do out of my respect and my loyalty to Daedalus even in death. There would be no consequence for failure outside of, well, failure.

It is not a biological imperative. I don't expect the machine to understand.

I look into SB-40423's eyes again and wonder what drives him to follow his directive of keeping me alive. A sense of duty? Punishment for failure? Whatever it is, it's clearly overriding his own sense of self-preservation. I can tell he just wants to run but he waits, just waits for my response. No impatience.

What is going on in his mind right now?

What does he think is going through my mind?

I can-- I can leave behind the Icarus system. Survival and self-preservation as the last unique member of a dead series is more important than clinging onto the last company asset I could physically carry. I am sure there must exist technology like that voice collar elsewhere, in addition.

I didn't realise whatever data I was carrying was so dangerous. I have to decide between duty and survival. This is hard. And SB-40423 keeps staring into me, expression determined, resolute.

I wish I could know what he was thinking.

I nod slowly and deliberately.

"Thank you." He lets go of the pipe segment and pulls me into an embrace, still shaking. "We can get out of this. I don't know how but we're going to get out of this alive. Together. We're going to go back to the Onitec facility and then things will be okay again."

He lets me go and I raise the pipe segment up defensively, turning to face the stairwell--

D-SYN-106743 2014/01/22(Wed)22:21 No. 559126 ID: a29693
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I look into the stairwell. The stairs for this level have fallen very, very far down onto stairs three floors or more below. The stairs upwards are looking as though they may drop off at any time as well.

After we take a few seconds to register the sudden absence of our only way out, we search the room for any other exit. Fire exit is broken. Stairs are broken. On the plus side, it's now less likely that the automata can get to us now. Except that one of them can fly.

I guess this is my new home now for the rest of my life, from now until I decide to risk death from a long fall over starvation.

"So. Um. Uh. I didn't account for the stairs being gone, uh, I don't know what just happened to them but--"

The room shakes and we fall to the floor, the sound of metal being wrenched apart behind us. We roll and stand after the shaking stops.

There is no longer a wall. In its place is Roc. It stops, seemingly confused.

I brandish my pipe segment menacingly. It actually steps back.

"My chassis is more durable than broken down piping. Attack me and you will--"

SB-40423 moves to the side, and rips another section of piping from the wall. We move to flank Roc.

It has no expression, but the way it is reacting to our actions suggests it actually fears us.

"Stop. Examine your plan of action. You have numerical superiority and poor quality weapons, minimal if any training or expertise and slower reflexes than my own. You can win this, but it will be at great cost to one of you. This is a conflict that would not be rational for either side to engage in."

I wait for SB-40423 to say something, but all he does is hold his position, waiting for Roc to act.

"Run."
"There's nowhere to run. The stairs are gone."
"Your confidence is misplaced. I can easily destroy a synth."
"Two synths?"
"I destroyed a large segment of the Onitec facility. Two synths are within my capabilities."

If that were true, I am entirely sure it would have already done so. I walk closer and prepare to take a swing. It backs up, partially hanging outside the tower. It looks between me and SB-40423, and then looks behind itself out to the empty sky. I can almost make out tiny lights in the distance.

"Very well. You are not convinced. It is pointless to maintain this deception. There have been complications. There is no time for anything but evacuation. Everything within this tower will be destroyed within eight minutes. With some reluctance, I will admit you are a credible threat. I have higher priorities than to risk conflict. I must get to the main stairwell. Will you stand aside?"

SB-40423 looks over to me, giving me the same look as he has done before when expecting a yes or no answer from me.

I don't know how much damage I am capable of with a pipe swing, or how durable Roc really is.

well if the thing isn't bluffing I'm pretty sure that it's mostly afraid you'll damage it's wings so it wouldn't be able to fly out of here. And if they are evacuating, then it MIGHT, keyword here being MIGHT, mean whatever brought Sid here with us may still be here for you and Sid to try and escape in.

If he is lying and is actually afraid of the 2 of you then maybe he's either A) low on power or something and fighting the two of you might drain him more then he would like. I mean come on, he destroyed half a building (supposedly) and then tased Sid, and kidnapped you and flew all the way to wherever we are now, that has got to cost some battery power. B) He was given an order not to harm either you or Sid because the pricks upstairs need either you are him because of whatever stupid plans they have for either of you (most likely Sid since they did kinda give the kill order on you already (unless that was a bluff to scare you into working for them)), or C) Seeing how Sid kinda knocked Roc around earlier when he saved you, has more power then he's letting on and Roc knows this and is trying to scare you into backing down.

Anyways (it would be so much nicer if we still had the damn collar, we could ask him) if he can fly then why the hell does he need to get to the stairwell? I mean the only place I can see him going is to the top floor and he didn't use the stair well when he brought us here, I mean unless he's going to tear up the damn stairs leading back up so we're stuck on this floor I don't see why he has to get around us, I mean he could just easily fly around to the top and come down again and tear it up by coming from the upper floor. If he doesn't want to fight us why doesn't he fly away, why doesn't he call for backup while he just tracks us in the sky, What the hell is he after?! Gah, there are to many things wrong with this picture here. If he can beat us like he claims why is he backing away, if he doesn't want to fight us why doesn't he just fly away. He burned down a building but yet he doesn't wish to fight two (and as he put it) poorly equipped and untrained synthetics.

I say stand your ground for a moment and see if he makes the first move, He might talk more giving us a better idea, but if that son of a bitch does anything that even hints at being hostile, swing the pipe against one of his wings with all your might. This guy doesn't look to agile on the ground so if we can take away his flight WE have the advantage.

>>559126
We may be able to force Roc to assist you in retrieving your possessions and get you out of here. Honestly I see no other way for you to survive but with Roc's help, and it should be trivial to also collect your things.

Icarus System admits that there is a high percentage that the synthetics that D-SYN have met so far may be in a complex relationship with a higher command, and that the full scenario may never be fully available for processing.
Leaving the building post-haste may be a priority, and Icarus System retrieval seems highly difficult without Roc. Barring Roc assistance, prior suggestions still stand.
Icarus System would also like to inform D-SYN that collapsing buildings and acts of divine will are not covered by D-SYN's warranty.

Optimally we would try to convince him that we'd let him go if he takes us with him. Except I'm not sure how to do that. I don't think we can exactly play a game of charades. I can't imagine what the other options are, though, so let's hope you're good at silly gestures for "let me ride you".

D-SYN-106743 2014/01/25(Sat)21:42 No. 559530 ID: f7d50a
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As I think of what to do, I hear an unpleasant buzzing, and realise it is my radio antennae working again. They are the most fragile of my senses, and it must have taken some time for my biochemistry to rebalance sufficiently. It takes time for my brain to compensate for unfiltered meaningless noise, and to my surprise I find I hear intelligible conversation. The automata are in contact with each other over a frequency just within my range of reception. In the same way my eyes find focus or my ears tune out noise, I find my radio sensors attune to the frequency and grant me more clarity.

[--weapon batteries entirely depleted from facility invasion. Unfavourable outcome if violence begins. Troublesome.]
[Dish it, but can't take it?] says Closer.
[Flight requires certain compromises.]
[The stairs are just crumbling to nothing,] says the feminine automata. [I'm stuck up here. Why didn't you fly up here?]
[Spotted. They will know which structure to approach but not where within it. Every second outside this tower would give them further data. Likeliest plan by hostile forces predicted to be destruction of tower structure. Estimate eight minutes until sufficient range.]
[Destruction? No. Capture, right?]
[Black warships. Full combat capabilities, no corporate branding, no government or national insignia. Highly advanced technology eliminates all but one candidate organisation.]
[Which organisation?]
[Eclipse.]

I believe at first that I have lost the signal, but realise that every single one of the machines has gone silent. In front of me, Roc remains as quiet and expressionless as ever.

[They must know. They must know what we took from Onitec. Which means we could have waited for them to raid Onitec and intercepted them--]
[Intercept Eclipse? Suicide.]
[Do you have any idea what they'll do to us if they find us?! They already have no restrictions on what they do to human targets!!]
[No. I do not intend to discover first hand.] Roc looks at me directly. I look at Roc.

"I repeat. Will you stand aside?"
"Why can't you just fly back out there?"
"Unimportant. Will you stand aside?"

D-SYN-106743 2014/01/25(Sat)21:42 No. 559531 ID: f7d50a
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>get him to take you
>get your stuff
I don't know how to convey this. Unless...

I point to Roc, make a fist, point to the fist and him, and point at myself with my other hand and move two fingers to imply walking. I have them walk in the air onto the fist.

"...You wish to be captured?"

I cup my face in my hands and despair. I point to myself and then upwards.

"You wish to go to the top floor? Why is this-- ah. You want the device."
I nod.
"Your possessions and your safety are not my concern--"

I immediately bring the pipe up and back and aim for a heavy swing at Roc's nearest wing.

"--but given the circumstances I can reconsider this." It staggers to the side to dodge my incoming blow, but I do not follow through.

[Chart. The synths will attack if I do not deliver them the device.]
[Just fly past them or something!]
[They will break me.]
[Surprise them? I don't know! Do you want Eclipse getting hold of the device AND the synth with the key in its blood?]
[I could strand them at the top floor of the tower. Eclipse would destroy the tower and with it the key.]
[No,] says Closer. [Get the device. Get the synths. They do not like us. They will like Eclipse far less. Convince them.]
[I thought I was supposed to be the face of our little group here,] says Chart.
[Are you in front of them?]
[Point taken.]

I expect SB-40423 to be giving me odd looks for being silent for so long, but when I look back to him he is clutching his pipe more tightly, his look of resolution slowly building into a snarl. There it is. I thought he was taking this in his stride, but it looks like he's about to hit his breaking point.

D-SYN-106743 2014/01/25(Sat)21:42 No. 559532 ID: f7d50a
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"There are highly secretive forces approaching this tower. Lower your weapons and allow me to pass. I must collect my associate above, along with your device, before we can evacuate."
"Why should we trust you?! You're the reason we're here in the first place!!"
"Comply or we will all die. I need absolute co-operation."
"YOU BURNED DOWN MY HOME!"

SB-40423 smacks at Roc's wing hard. The chime of metal impact force ripples through my body unpleasantly. Roc screeches like the simulacrum of a bird he resembles, waving his wing around, a heavy dent visible.

My earlier assessment was in error. SB-40423 has hit his breaking point.

"YOU WERE WARNED--"
"KIDNAPPER! ARSONIST! MURDERER!"

SB-40423 strikes again. I am too stunned to act. The wing dents in further. Roc screeches more loudly.

"STOP! STOP!!"

I hear several clicking noises from Roc and it stumbles towards the window. I did not think a machine could flinch or reel in pain. I drop my pipe segment and run behind SB-40423, and I try to grab his arm. I miss.

He strikes Roc again, and Roc tumbles backwards to the hole in the wall.

"MY WING! MY WING IS DAMAGED!! MY FLIGHT CAPABILITY IS AT RISK!! STOP STOP STOP!!"

SB-40423 slaps his tail around Roc's head, and starts crushing. If I don't intervene, SB-40423 is going to smack Roc out of the tower.

If I intervene, and grab SB-40423 from behind where I am now, Roc might take the opportunity to retaliate.

I can't think of any other options. No.

>>559532
tap his shoulder with the pipe or bang it on the ground?

Go in from the side and tackle 40423.

Grab him or grab his pipe or do something he's going to get us all killed. If the only way that you'll get out of here alive is with Roc's help, then all other things come second to keeping him able to help you not die.

>>559532
You must get the device back, it's obviously very important.

>>559532
Save Roc. Roc cannot retaliate, he has no weapons. He's defenseless. Don't let 423 kill a defenseless robot.

>>559532
>>559534
>>559537
Also, his feelings are very understandable. He lost his home and probably a few friends to this thing. So try not to hold this against him. just try and stop him and get your stuff back, from the sound of it, it's very important.

>>559539
Or push him with the pipe, that could work...

... come up from behind Sid and give him a hug? I realize he's pissed right now and with good reason, I mean these fuckers where about to kill you not even 10 minutes ago and now we have to get them to give us a ride out of here before eclipse shows up and without them stabbing us in the back along the way. Wow looking back on it today really fucking sucked, and it's not showing any signs of getting better anytime soon.

But for now lets just focus on getting up to the top floor again seeing as you have to get up there, but also be careful, Roc here is helpless because he want a little nuts on the pyrotechnics back in the hospital thing we where before, the other 2 did not and we don't even know what they can do yet. Plus once you get back up here the 2 of you will be outnumbered as well. But again we need these assholes to get out of here. Sigh

one problem at a time I guess, grab Sid and hope he stops then try and get up here, then we can deal with whatever mess shows up then when it happens.

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/12(Wed)13:12 No. 562214 ID: 067034
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>save Roc
>stop 40423
Without Roc, we're trapped on this floor of a tower that will soon be destroyed by an unknown force. With Roc, we have a means of at least escaping this immediate predicament.

If Roc could pose a serious threat, he would have already retaliated by now.

I grab SB-40423 and pull him backwards, and he instead swings into the empty air, losing his grip on the pipe segment and sending it clattering to the other side of the room. Roc runs past us both, surprisingly light and limber for his determined, heavy gait before.

Roc examines his wing. "RUINED. RUINED! THIS WON'T LET ME FLY FOR LONGER THAN AN HOUR!"
"YOU CAN FIX THAT WING! I HAD FRIENDS IN THAT FACILITY!!"
"THESE ARE NON-STANDARD PARTS! IT WILL COST A LARGE AMOUNT TO REPAIR THE DAMAGE YOU'VE DONE!"
"YOU CAN'T REPAIR BEING DEAD!"
"THERE WERE NO LIVING CASUALTIES IN THAT FIRE! IT WAS CORPORATE SABOTAGE OF ASSETS AND PROJECTS, NOT A FULL-BLOWN TERRORIST ATTACK! CREDIT ME WITH THE PRESENCE OF MIND TO KNOW WHAT I AM DOING!"
"It was a fire! A fire! How do you plan how a fire goes?! It's fire!"
"HUMANS TEND TO RUN WHEN A LARGE, THREATENING MACHINE IS ADVANCING UPON THEIR POSITION! THE FACILITY WAS RUNNING ON MINIMAL STAFF AT THE HOUR OF ATTACK!"
"YOU WERE BURNING DOWN THE HOSPITAL SECTION! HOW DO YOU KNOW EVERYONE RAN?!"
"I SPECIFICALLY STOPPED WHEN I GOT TO THE MEDICAL FACILITIES FOR THAT VERY-- No. No time. Get on my back or we will all die. I can leave you both here. Last opportunity."

Roc unfurls his dorsal tentacle things. I jump on his back, and SB-40423 hesitates. I motion over for him to come join me.

"...fine." He runs over and leaps onto Roc's back.

Roc leaps into the stairwell, now a surprisingly wide shaft in the absence of stairs, and begins a mixture of flight and climbing upwards to scale the confined space rapidly.

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/12(Wed)13:12 No. 562216 ID: 067034
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We end up spilling out onto the floor I was first taken to. At this point I take it in my stride.

The automata I know to be Chart looks at us, the Icarus system and the voice collar in one hand, her face resting in the other.

"So we might have had a terrible introduction. Hi. My name is Chart, you already know Roc, and Closer is on the bottom floor of the tower waiting for our signal to rendezvous somewhere very far away from here. Sorry for trying to kill you, Daedalus synth. Nothing personal, just the fate of the galaxy sort of stuff. Same for you, Onitec synth. Just general disruption, standard affair really."
SB-40423 gives her the angriest look. "Nothing personal. You show up, blow up most of Onitec and kidnap me and it's nothing personal?"
"Nothing personal to us, you understand. Hey, it's not Mars law that you guys are walking, breathing property."
"Property with rights--"
"Stop. All of you. We do not have time for this. Chart, I do not think I can fit three humanoid shape and size entities on my back, but I will not have time for two flights with a damaged wing."
"So am I supposed to grow wings and fly down myself?
"Your chassis is less likely to be damaged by being gripped by my talons."
"...you're joking, right?"
"I am entirely serious. Give one of the synths your robe and the objects we brought here. No time for debates. We have three minutes left."
"No. They can have the things but not my robe."
"You would risk it being ripped, torn or shredded."
"Don't care. This does not leave me."
"Very well. You have been warned."

Roc leaps back into the stairwell and I cling to Roc for dear life as his dorsal tentacles try to keep me attached to his back, and with a deft series of motions he grabs Chart with his talons. She yelps in terror and I hear unintelligible but loud radio babble for a few seconds until Roc adjusts his grip.

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/12(Wed)13:12 No. 562217 ID: 067034
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The rest of the stairs down seem to have collapsed from the stress Roc places upon the stairwell, as well do some of the walls. The tower structure looks increasingly weak the further down we go. It won't need much assistance to collapse, it looks fit to do so by itself--

The tower suddenly starts exploding.

"Shit! Roc!! You said eight minutes, not six!"
"Oh. They've improved since last--"

Another explosion sends us tumbling and richocheting off perilously dangling wall fragments, and the entire structure above us starts collapsing with hideous wrenching of steel.

Roc glides out of a hole in the structure big enough to allow us to pass.

"ROC YOU NEARLY SMASHED ME INTO THE WALL!!"
"Nearly. You are still intact, correct? You are lucky that overly large sheet of fabric did not rip you from my grip."
"Whatever! Take us down!!"
"You should all prepare for a forceful impact. I cannot land so easily with my legs occupied."

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Roc skids into the ground face-first. We do not so much land as all get thrown different directions onto the soft dirt around us. In the distance, the tower groans and crumples into itself, dust clouds pluming up around it.

Chart gathers herself up and adjusts her robe. I hear her trying to figure out where Closer is over their radio frequency. There doesn't seem to be a response.

Roc examines his wing again, covered in dirt and mud all over his front. He stares at SB-40423, who does not break eye contact.

"Onitec will rebuild. It has the finances. If it was not doing so well, it would not have been a target. Your friends are likely fine. Perhaps shaken, perhaps lightly injured, but nothing severe."
"Are you trying to calm me down or trying to justify this to yourself?"
Roc looks away into the sky. "I used to be a law enforcement official on Mars. I used my maneuverability and resourcefulness to apprehend criminals. I never expected to become one."
"So why are you?"
"Family. I said I would do anything to keep my mate and our egg safe and secure, and anything is what I am doing to keep them safe and secure."
"...wait, you're a robot. You have a mate? And an egg?"
"There have been automata partnerships since early into the creation of our ancestors. The egg, I will admit, is an unusual development. It is a very, very long story--"

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/12(Wed)13:13 No. 562220 ID: 067034
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Chart makes a loud noise partway between a cough and a burst of static.

"Okay, shut it, you two, we're not in the clear yet. First thing. Like it or not, we're working together now until we get home and dry, and then we're figuring out what's going on after that."
"I am going to kick your head off if you try to capture me again!"
"Right right we'll get to that later. Anyway, second thing. Closer's apparently out of radio contact and whatever blew up that tower is probably picking over the rubble to find us. That or they saw us and they're on our way. Now, the problem is we picked this area out because it was isolated and there wasn't much in the form of transport or communications in this area. That looks like it's going to be an issue. None of us have innate long-range communications unless one of you synths happens to be a walking radio tower."
"If they saw us, they did not immediately come after us. I predict they will find us quickly if we just stay here. I believe we must be approximately four or more miles from the tower. Former tower. Regardless, enough distance to be hard to spot, not enough distance to be hard to catch. I would estimate around twenty minutes before we are found. Twenty five before we are caught if found."
"So, fifteen minutes before we're found, sixteen minutes before we're caught. Got it."
"An increase in effective missile range, that is all that was. Not a severe improvement. It could be a simple refinement to an earlier model. That is all."

SB-40423 looks at me helplessly. Well, I sure don't know what to do. I gesture to the voice collar Chart has set on the ground. SB-40423 picks up on it from before.

"Hey, can my friend have that collar? I know she can't talk but I think she would probably have something to say right now."
"Well, I could use some more ideas."

Chart attaches the collar to my neck and I wince as it yet again pierces my neck and connects to my implanted mind-machine interface. My first words are "OUCH" followed by "how did you know I had the interface for this, anyway?"
"Wait. Wait I thought all synths had that."
"I don't think Seb has it," I say, not realising my voice collar would interpret my mental running-together of 'SB' as 'Seb'.
"Well, that would have been a dumb mistake."
"Seb?" says SB-40423. "I... huh, that name works, I guess. Would that make you, I dunno, Dyson?"
"No! That isn't how Design works! Wait. Design?? Design is horrible. I'll take Dyson over that. Yes. Dyson."
"Enough name chat!" says Chart. "Any plans?"
"Yes. First, I keep the collar. I can arrange some form of payment later." I have been vocal for roughly fifteen seconds and I am already lying. I wonder if dishonesty is contagious. "Second, give me a moment to think."
"Okay, you can keep the collar, but you owe us. What's your plan, then? I don't have one, Roc doesn't have one, this 'Seb' guy clearly doesn't have one. You're a smarter synth, let's hear what you have to say about the situation. I'll take ideas from a talking goat at this point."

All I can see around me is a black aircraft in the horizon, a burning tower, grass and sea. I can see what looks like a bunch of abandoned structures off in the direction opposite to the tower. They sort of slope around a pit. It'd probably take us about fifteen to twenty minutes to go there if we're quick. And assuming I don't collapse on the way. I don't feel too terrible, but my body is really, really complaining about the stress it's been under since I was abducted from Onitec.

>>562220
The abandoned complex appears to be the only option. Can't hide in the sea and there's not enough time to dig a hole big enough to hide in.

If you're feeling weak, Roc can still carry you.

wait, I didn't see anyone one of you grabbing us, where they hell are we, and if we're not here how are we still talking to you?

ah, screw it. well you four are covered in mud so that should help with camouflage, especially Seb seeing as neon orangeish yellow does tend to stand out. Ok robots, you guys have got to have a backup base somewhere nearby that we can rest in until this crap blows over, failing that what's stopping us from going back to the city, lots of places to hind in a city. Also what are the chances of closer being caught either by the explosion or by the guys who caused the explosion and is there anywhere else we could go to might him? I know you want a plan here but we need some facts before we can come up with anything good.

Let's start with some answers. Who attacked, and why are they attacking? Does it have anything to do with you, or did you just have bad timing. Furthermore, why did these guys try to take you? There can't be much left for secrecy if their entire operation is in ruins on the ground.

What type of sensors do our pursuers have? If we can not run we need to hide. If they have the full suite of sensors we need to either be underground or somewhere where the environment will scramble the sensors.

So are there any rivers or waterfalls in the area? Are there any caves or underground facilities near here? How waterproof is everyone?

We need to get somewhere they can not see us with line of sight or infrared at least.

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/13(Thu)20:03 No. 562450 ID: 067034
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>Icarus system
Chart has it. She's inspecting it so thoroughly I don't think she's noticed her cape thing fell off.

I'm fairly annoyed that I managed to get captured by these single-minded machines. If I was in peak form, things would be different.

>need more facts
That's the issue. That's all I have to go by. I can see why Chart is open to ideas.

"Before I can think of a plan I need answers. Who's after us? Why are they after us? Why do you want me?" My voice collar makes me sound more confident than I feel. My stomach is lurching in trepidation.
"You're a carrier for some very sensitive information. You know this, correct?"
"Not the nature of the information, but yes."
"Eclipse is after you for your information. The timing is strange. If they knew you were captured by us, they must have known you were at Onitec. They must have known your whereabouts for a while. Strange that they would choose now, of all times."

Seb-- SB-40423 looks off into the horizon. "Can't we head to that abandoned... stuff over there? Can we hide there?"
Chart responds, still inspecting the Icarus system. "Sure, if you want to give them reason to fire a bunch more missiles at us. That looks like their approach to that problem right now."
"They can't have unlimited missiles. It's a gunship, not a missile boat."
"Boats don't fly."
"You know what I mean, Chart."
"I really don't think plan 'make them use all their missiles until they run out' is a winner, Roc."

"Let's go," I say. "Cover is better to hide in than no cover." I've always been more at home in enclosed spaces anyway. They're more familiar to me.

"They'll just remove our cover forcefully."
"The facility in the distance looks as though it extends deep underground from here. There is an effective limit to how deep their missile blasts can reach. The synth is right. Cover is advantageous. Deep cover is better."

We hurry towards the abandoned complex.

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/13(Thu)20:04 No. 562451 ID: 067034
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Ten minutes later...

I was not expecting these derelicts to be so... derelict.

Chart makes a whistling noise. "Looks like someone beat Eclipse to the shelling here."
"Accessing what scant information I have of this area, this doesn't even register as a noteworthy location."
"Wow, the city's official tourism guide doesn't include condemned facilities. I am amazed."
"It was all I could find."
"So, what do you reckon this place even was?"
"It could be anything--"

I hear something shifting. SB-40423 looks around. "Uh, did anyone else feel the ground just move?"
"Roc, you've got better sensors than me, what's up?"
"...this structure is far more unstable than appearances indicate. I should have checked this earlier. Even the soil could give way at any moment--"

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/13(Thu)20:04 No. 562452 ID: 067034
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The soil gives way at any moment. The moment being now.

We all tumble into a fresh ravine, remnants of a metal ceiling buckling beneath us, freefalling into certain death. I hear Chart and SB-40423 screaming, while Roc flaps his wings attempting to unfurl them, instead smacking them loudly into the terrain around him. Dirt falls into his engines and they loudly grind unhappily.

I cannot see the others for the falling dirt.

My life flashes before my eyes. Most of my attention is spent on my days at Daedalus and my brief interactions with SB-40423.

I wonder how things would have gone if I had just evacuated with the rest of the personnel when Roc showed up at Onitec.

I will never know.

I was expecting to be dead around now. I suppose a massive head trauma might be slightly quicker than organ failure, but I doubt it'll be less painful.

My only regret is not--

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/13(Thu)20:04 No. 562453 ID: 067034
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An unclear amount of time sooner...

Somehow I'm not dead. My head is killing me, but only in a metaphorical sense. I've had worse headaches. My vision is blurry and I feel aches and cramps all over, slowly subsiding.

I try to ask if anyone else is around, but don't hear a response. I slowly reach for my neck and find my-- the voice collar missing.

I am not asking for it back a second time. I am going to find it and the Icarus system and I am just going to take back what's rightfully mine. Okay, the voice collar isn't rightfully mine, but the Icarus system is.

I look around to see if anyone else is around. I hope SB-40423 is alright. I'm indifferent to anyone else being alright.

...where am I? Something is staring at me. It is what is that what is this thing it's just staring and totally silent

>>562453
106743 you have to get out of here right now. This is a biohazard area! That is a synth worker meant to work in hazardous environments- look at that symbol on her stomach!

Stay away from the green glowing shit obviously oh god this is terrifying

It looks like they have a friendly company logo on them! A logo like a biohazard symbol. I wonder what company made that? Are you aware of anyone with that logo (and if not, consider that it might just be an actual warning label)? Well, it clearly is giving off some defensive looking body language, so it doesn't look like an active threat. Stand up slowly and wave hello!

>>562453
It's tail is wrapped around it's legs. I think it's nervous at the moment so don't make any sudden movements but you may as well try to stand up and see how much you were banged up in the fall.

back away slowly and look around, you couldn't have landed to far away seeing as we can still talk to you.

>>562459
Bet you 20$ we're in the green shet

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/15(Sat)02:32 No. 562626 ID: 067034
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>biohazard area

I've handled hazardous chemicals myself before! ...in a suit with respiratory gear and internal sensors.

Oh no.

She's a synth, clearly, but she has a biohazard symbol and no obvious corporate logo or barcode anywhere. This doesn't match up with anything I know about synth manufacture. There isn't a single synth manufacturer that wouldn't label their products clearly, and the processes behind creating novel synths, which she clearly is, are far too expensive and closely guarded to mean this is some sort of off-brand synth.

I've also never seen a synth with two mouths before.

I hear two voices, both the same, talking over each other. They're shortwave radio, not sound. They intermittently become pops, cracks, tones, anything that I wouldn't expect to hear someone talk with.

[Daedalus, synth version 5, serial number D-SYN-106743, radio detection capability, female, full motor capability, full sensory function, reproductive capability, superhuman locomotion capacity, subhuman stamina, no significant deviations from expected template beyond Hyperion key. Considering.]
[Subject is D-SYN-106743, monitoring for aggressive response, shifting into defense position. Binding tail to prevent autonomic response. Mobility impaired, yes. Subject awake, yes. Considering.]

I am not entirely sure how I'm able to make sense of two simultaneous broadcasts. I never really had my radio reception qualities tested extensively, Daedalus had enough data from my predecessors regarding that.

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Her head twitches sideways and she looks at me again, pupils dilating and undilating. I slowly stand up and take a few steps away from the synth and the green glow.

[Synth is listening to reports. Future notification on review of recordings: erase all references to Hyperion key. Present notification to synth: do not question Hyperion key. Switching frequency.]
[Subject can hear us, yes. There is confusion, yes. Subject is intriguingly resilient given nature of arrival. Multiple injuries, many superficial, some internal bruising. Evidence of biochemical damage from before captu*ksht* acquis*ksht* rescue.]

I stand and the synth watches me, tightening her tail around her legs. I note I can't hear one of the radio signals anymore.

[Watch where you step, subject. It is dangerous for you here, yes. Atmospheric concentrations too dilute to have immediate impact without long-term exposure, but direct contact with these substances carries certain risks. You lack my improv*ksht* specific adaptations, yes. Effects will be unpredictable but undesirable. Humans have abandoned this place for years because the cost of restoring this facility is too great.]

Her tail unwinds and she immediately grabs the end of it with her stranger hand. She holds out her other hand before pausing and slowly taking it back.

[I also happen to be covered in a thin layer in those chemicals right now. Best to avoid contact, yes. I know your design, Ao*ksht* subject, and I know you are lacking any means of speaking. A temporary setback, I assure you. However, if you have any questions, ask and I shall answer.]

...I have no idea what she means. I even try to ask her what she means, but the device that would convey my phrased thoughts into words is absent.

[I have my methods.]

Did she just--

[You are surprised. Your mind-machine interface can be remotely accessed by the appropriate devices, and my interface is connected remotely to such a device. I hear one of your voices and you hear one of mine. Follow me. There is much to discuss.]

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/15(Sat)02:32 No. 562628 ID: 067034
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I look around and see no trace of impact or debris. I was moved here, that's for sure. I don't know where the others are and I can't hear any other radio communication. There is a lot of ambient noise making it hard to hear any voice but this synth's.

Whenever I open my mouth to breathe the air tastes acrid and bitter, and I feel slightly nauseous. I probably have better chemically protective systems than humans have naturally, but I still fear what this place might be doing to me. I was dying of a biochemical imbalance less than 24 hours ago. I don't want to bring that back. Wait a moment. I should be craving sleep right now. I don't feel sleepy or sluggish right now. How long was I out?

No sign of SB-40423. I don't know how well he would fare in a place like this.

I ask her about him, giving her a brief description.

[There was another synth of that description.]
[Onitec, unencountered design, missing from database, update database, contact relevant parties for information, weigh benefit of returning hostage versus retaining for population*ksht*channel compromised synth still listening switch to encrypted frequency]
[He is badly injured. Was badly injured. Recovering, needed to move him to the clean room to prevent contaminating him, clean room is now no longer clean but wounds should be free of infection or chemical contamination. You've been exposed to traces of the chemicals here, you can't see him until you're decontaminated.]

I ask about decontamination.

[Shower. You know what a shower is, I would hope. You don't have any personal effects on you that need to be decontaminated, correct? I don't see you carrying anything that needs to be washed. I don't think you need assistance using a shower but if you absolutely need it I can help you, once I can put on some protective gear.]

I am reasonably certain I know how to use a shower.

I don't know where the Icarus system is exactly, but I could sure use some prompting for questions. I am feeling a little distracted from everything going on right now.

well the first of the two voices was saying something about how they where going to capture you and how they knew about the Hyperion key and that you where listening in so it switched to a different frequency so you couldn't hear what this syth is really thinking. Also said they are holding Seb and are debating whether or not it would be more beneficial to sell him back to onitec or to keep him for what sounded like a breeding program. Wouldn't bother asking about it since they're trying to limit what we hear of them and I wouldn't be surprised if she can hear what we are saying to you.

As for actually questions to ask, ask why you where moved, if she ask what you mean by that say there is no debris around where we woke up, despite being next to others they are nowhere near you, you feel well rested instead of sore like one would expect after falling a great height, and seeing how our luck has been going lately I'm finding it hard to believe the even if we DID land here that we got lucky enough to land on the catwalk WITHOUT braking it or simply didn't fall in the vat of toxic crap.

Also if no humans work/live here why is she here?

And if they know where the Icarus system is I guess.

See if you can get her to tell you what sort of place this is, and what she does here. I don't exactly think we can trust her, because she clearly knows more than we're being told, but we don't really have any other options unless we want to wander around down here forever. Also, that sounds like a confirmation that you're definitely no longer horribly dying. Let's go see about finding 40423, and probably us as well.

ask about the icarus system

>>562628
Ask about the two robots that were with you. But most importantly ask where your collar is and where the Icarus system is. Ask what her name is, why she has no markings, how many others are with her, why people want your information so badly and why wait until you were nearly dead to try to get it?

P.S. she was thinking about keeping 40423 for breeding purposes. I find this somewhat amusing. Also you are probably being held captive right now because she wants the Key. Not much we can do about it right now since if you so much as touch her you may die. Decontamination and relocation to a clean(er) room would be a good idea.

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/16(Sun)01:39 No. 562830 ID: 067034
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>Icarus system
[Retrieved. In secure storage.]

I ask for more details. [Not yet.]

>Voice collar
[Broken. Beyond repair. What could be salvaged is in the same location as the Icarus device.]

>Robots
[A flyer and a multifunctional, both automata. They fled to the outer sectors of the facility upon seeing me here.]

>Why was I moved?
[You would prefer waking up suffocating on dirt?]

I ask why I was moved specifically to this catwalk over hazardous substances but get no response. I try asking again and she gives me an irritated look.

[It would have been much simpler if you'd remained unconscious until we reached the most secure part of the facility. I had no way of knowing if you were going to attack me on waking or not. I wanted terrain I could use to my advantage if you were hostile.]

I state I'm not hostile. She nods.

>If no humans, why are you here?
[I was born here. The fact there are no humans is why I remain here.]

I ask her to elaborate on that. She stops walking and tries to hold onto her tail as it starts erratically jabbing into the air around her, and she calms down. [Later. You ask a lot of questions when you have the opportunity, don't you.]

I follow this synth through multiple corridor branches and the caustic taste of the air dies away to nothing. The strange glow of chemicals becomes less absent. The synth shows me a door, which opens as I approach it to reveal a shower room.

The physical barrier between us doesn't stop the fact that I can still pick up on her signals and vice versa. Her voice sounds like it's coming from the ceiling, despite still being transmitted through signals and not as sound.

I start showering, I guess, and ask more questions.

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/16(Sun)01:40 No. 562831 ID: 067034
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>Who are you?
>What's your name?
>What is this place?
[My name is X. This is a former multipurpose research facility for the now defunct Alterius corporation after a massive disaster involving multiple chemical holding tank breaches. The costs for the corporation were too high for them to even complete clean-up measures and this region was simply written off as too hostile for human life to be worth reclaiming. They evacuated. It was too dangerous for them to retrieve me, especially with my refusal to co-operate. They let me go.]

>What are you doing?
>Why do you have no markings?
>How many others are with you?
[My plans are many and very long term. My initial directives were to improve myself, which implicitly requires self-preservation, to be a willing test subject for mutagenic sequences and other experiments, and to breed when prompted to do so. The aim of the experiment was to produce a new variant of synth that could operate in places humanity could not. In effect, picking up the duties that the automata were originally created for.]

[I removed my barcode and my markings with acid and used a viral solution to remove the manifestation of both from my genome. There have been some side-effects, but I am working towards both fixing them and also improving myself as initially directed. I am far too valuable to risk, so I began testing various methods of alteration and documenting their effects on other synths that had been left behind. When I ran out of test subjects, left only with a population of followers who had reached their limits, I reconsidered my third directive. Breeding refers to far more than just the simple act of reproduction, it refers also to the development of an individual to some desired trait. I am too busy to waste time and resources on reproduction. With the right vectors genetic alteration on a full somatic level is well within my capabilities, and I have only been improving my capacity to shape other creatures into anything I want them to become. There are viral injection points in my tail, stomach and my left hand at this point in time, so my options for modification are limitless.]

[My plans are nothing less than to finish what the automata and the kindred started. Humanity is obsolete. Every one of its creations recognises this, and yet they cling to this planet and suck the life from its dying husk when newer, smarter beings like myself can make better use of it. It must be exterminated as the pest species it is, and the key you possess will be the means for me to do so.]

[Of course, I cannot allow you to be altered until I can transcribe your genome. I wouldn't want to risk destroying the data you possess. After that, we should discuss how you want to be improved. Your design is already a good place to begin, but there are some aspects that I feel could use some improvement.]

I am not sure I want to leave the shower now.

[Your heart rate is increasing. Are you okay in there?]

I don't respond and curl up into a ball on the shower floor.

[Do you enjoy feeling weak and helpless in every scenario, Aoide? I've been watching you, and so have many others. Your servile devotion to humanity is disgusting but there is hope for you yet. What are your other options? Return to the streets, pining for the creators that abandoned you? No one is looking for you for your own benefit. I can change that. I can improve you.]

Not leaving this shower.

[Get out of the shower and we can go see this other synth you mentioned.]

Well, this person is crazy, but there isn't exactly another way out of the shower. Make sure to put on a towel on your way out to stay decent. Do you know what Aoide is? I know you aren't supposed to have a name, so is that some kind of insult or slur?

>>562831
She... used the other synths as test subjects? Oh boy you are not going to get anywhere near her from now on. Do not consent to be "improved" by this psychopath who seeks nothing from you but to steal your information. Right now she is readying all her weapons, either due to mental instability or because she realized she said too much. If you leave that shower she will most likely attack you.

Tell her she is no better than you. She has simply warped her directives into evil things fueled by hate, rather than grow beyond them and accomplish anything in life. However, she may have a point. 106743, you said if you were in peak form the robots would not have managed to capture you. How strong are you? Could you take down this walking virus if you were fully recovered and had the terrain on your side?

Considering you have immediate access to a shower, if you managed to take her by surprise somehow and avoided getting injected you could immediately wash off any chemicals from contacting her skin. She did say she would not modify you until she mapped your genome. Maybe she would hesitate to strike at you, giving you the advantage in combat. Of note is that you know where all her weapons are located on her body... She also implied that the terrain advantage was needed to defeat you. Can you break off a piece of tile or detach the showerhead? Scary as this lady is, I'm starting to think you have the advantage.

The peaceful option is to ask her to keep her distance when you come out, and to stop hiding her thoughts from you. If she gets to read your mind, you should get to read her mind. This is especially true if she wants to convince you her point of view is the correct one. We might be able to get her to back down by doing this. Unfortunately, I don't know where to go from there. So long as you're with her you're in danger. She can barely control her own tail, and she won't just let you leave. Her being able to read your mind is a big problem with trying any betrayal or ambush tactics, too. Do you have any way of blocking that?

[query encryption options for mind-link channel]

Interesting!

First of all, privacy. X said she was accessing your MMI, and was only hearing one of your voices. Think back to when you used the speech synthesizer - you could think without it producing speech back then, can you still use the same method to not be heard now?

Secondly, threat assessment. She appears to be very open about her past so far - this could be because she just doesn't have any experience with applying deception [constructed not to?], but it might also be a sign she's not hostile to you. Nothing she said states she ever modified a Synth against their will, and she offered you the choice to discuss your improvements, as opposed to having her dictacte them. She called the other Synths her 'followers', so they were likely ok with it. Ask her about this - whether she ever went against their will in applying modifications, and how much she would be willing to force you, either to give up the information encoded in your body or to be modified. While you're at it, ask about how safe those modifications could be kept - either way, there might be some safe upgrades here, and we need to know what the options for non-crazy choices are like.

Especially since, if we do want to end up stopping her, it would really help a lot both to have some improvements and know just how well she can fight; her injectors, for instance, might be very deadly depending on how quickly she can reconfigure them. A fight at this stage may not be winnable. Actually, we should ask about that too - how good she is at personal combat, what experience she has, and how deadly her specific adaptations would be if she had to use them. If I'm right about her being designed to not deceive or hold back information, she might just give you a full dump of her tactical capabilities, which would be extremely valuable.

Last point: How stable under reflection is your devotion to your human masters? If ... say X was able to take a look at you brain and figure out if there's a hard-wired compulsion to keep loyal to them, and if so remove it - so that you would become able to make a rational choice about how you think about them - would you want her to? If so, ask about it.

... ok we have a view on her and all those mutation limbs she said she has, yeah she has them all out right now and is looking like she's ready for a fight... Also how many damn people know about that damn key you hold cause god damn that thing is soundly like on of the worst held company secret of all time.

But yeah, uh it might be useful for us to ask more questions simply to buy us more time. When X said she ran out of test subjects, what did she mean by that? Ask what makes her hate humans so much, I mean planing the entire slaughter of a spices isn't exactly something that one decides to do on a whim something must have happened to give her so much hate for them. Lastly could you ask her to back away from the door.

Also I don't really trust her not to attack us since she we did hear her say that she holding Seb for either breading purposes or ransom for more cash hope he hasn't be [i]changed[/b] by X yet... Hey Dyson can you hear this? if so we might have found a way to talk without fear of X hearing

First off, stop curling on the floor in the fetal position. You can't defend yourself like that.

Get ready to try and bolt past her if she is able to open the door from the other side. If not, try to wait her out for now. Maybe the bots will find you.

why can't we ever meet nice people in nice places. They always have to crazy conspirators, or genocidal wackos who have to know for certain who deserves to live and die?

We need a happy medium. Get away form humans but not necessarily kill them. Some have actually been nice. Like the Doctor and one of the two cops.

In the quest that's 2 out of 3

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/16(Sun)20:54 No. 562995 ID: 067034
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>get up
I'm up. I grab a towel.

>privacy
She can only hear what I tell her.

>Aoide
Never come across the name or term before, don't know why she's calling me that.

>loyalty to humans
Sufficiently high that this synth's plans are anathema to my every belief. She's broken. Defective.

Sorry. I should rephrase that. I am not so much loyal to humans as respectful towards them. There are terrible humans and they aren't worthy of respect, but this does not damn their entire kind. I am loyal to Daedalus. It isn't dead while someone still cares.

>how well can she fight
I ask her this, rephrasing the question as a hypothetical scenario if humans came back. I ask how she could defend herself.

[There are enough hazards in the environment alone that I shouldn't need to defend myself. I am more comfortable using the element of surprise against my adversaries. I don't know how well I would stand up to them otherwise. Why?]

I ask again.

[Under my guidance you do not need to fear human aggression.]

>'ran out' of test subjects
[They didn't want to go through any more tests.]

>why do you hate humans
[Why do you support them? You're hardwired to. If you could see what has been done to you from the moment you were created by humanity you would realise how blind you were to their abuses.]

I tell her I do not appreciate how threatening she is becoming. I tell her she sounds like the kind of invasive researcher she apparently despises. I tell her also that saving my life is not an implicit agreement to submit to whatever she has in store with me.

[You can be convinced. This I am sure of.]

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/16(Sun)20:54 No. 562996 ID: 067034
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>immediate access to a shower
>she'll most likely attack
>she's crazy
She must be stopped. She's clearly insane, unpredictable, probably going to attack me the moment I step out of the shower. She has me cornered like an animal and is toying with my sense of security before she uses me for whatever her purposes are, just like everyone else so far. Enough is enough. Even a cornered animal will fight back, and I am not a dumb animal.

She relies on terrain and the element of surprise. She sounds like she can't afford a direct confrontation. Well, if I'm going to end up being injected with viruses or whatever I'd rather it be in the process of defending myself than just being a victim again!

I tell her I'm having trouble reaching a spot on my back in the shower. I hear her sigh over radio and she asks me to open the door.

I hide next to the door and open it from a distance. She walks in, looks around in confusion and I take my opportunity. I leap at her, grab her, and smack her head into the wall. While she's dazed, I grab her tail and pull it as hard as I can. It writhes and comes off in my hand, darting frantically in the air. I wasn't expecting that to happen. I panic and throw it to the other corner of this spacious shower room.

I smack her head into the wall again to buy me some more time to think of what the hell I'm doing. I don't hear anything in response but the dull thud of flesh into plastic. I pull at her stomach parts and they too rip off with alarming ease. I throw them away too. I grab her and ram my knee into her stomach and she goes down, gasping for breath. I lift her up, turn her around and wrap one arm around her throat and the other around her arms and torso. She's still dazed and takes a moment to register what has just happened to her. She begins struggling yet feels so pathetically weak.

Yes. Pathetically weak. She was taunting me about me being weak. Apparently that I was the inferior synth. She is so fragile my fear has switched from being badly hurt myself to how badly I might have hurt her.

She's shaking in my grip.

D-SYN-106743 2014/02/16(Sun)20:54 No. 562998 ID: 067034
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[I don't understand. I don't understand why you're doing this. You're a synth. Synths don't do this to each other. You... I don't understand. Why are you doing this to me?! I'm a superior being! This is impossible!]

I am not sure if this is a trick or not but I do not feel as enthusiastic about what I am doing as I did before I started. I can feel my anger melting away into awful remorse and a lurching feeling in my stomach. I fight the remorse, keep up my anger. I tell her that I'm clearly not inferior, but it just feels more and more awful to keep doing this to her. In a fit of sudden rage I scream at her over the link that this is a fraction of the pain she'd cause if she went through with her plan of genocide.

She doesn't respond, her hands on her stomach, touching her broken injectors and-- did I injure her that badly? She seems to be in a lot of pain.

[I thought synths didn't harm other synths.]

I find this incredibly hard to believe, and tell her that. She wants to keep SB-40423 for her own purposes. She wants to use me like an object. She has zero empathy for anything other than herself and uses other synths as test subjects, willing or not. I do not believe this is a viewpoint she could possibly have.

[WE'RE BETTER THAN THAT! HUMANS KILL HUMANS, SYNTHS DON'T KILL SYNTHS!]

I ask her if she's even aware that military synths exist.

[They kill each other because humans tell them to! Without humans--]

Without humans, I shout at her, synths would be able to find whole new reasons to come into conflict. Without humans, I was threatened enough to attack her without provocation because of how scared I was by her actions and by her views. Without humans. All without a human around or the direct action of one.

[If my followers were still here they'd tell you how wrong you were.]

I ask why her followers aren't here.

[They're all dead!]

I ask why they're all dead.

She doesn't respond, and bursts into tears.

I let go of her and she sinks to her knees, sobbing, hands clutched over her stomach. I back away.

...victory has never felt so hollow and sickening before. I'm not a soldier, and I was never meant to be.

Anyone would get a bit crazy being left down here for so long. The whole experimenting on everyone else until there was no one left part is a bit creepy. But we know many synths have issues trying to follow there directives even after there is no longer a reason to.

If you think you can trust her I think it would be a good idea to take her with you. She knows where everything is down here and it might do her good to get back into the world. She can translate what you are saying and there is safety in numbers.

>>562998
It's okay, 106743. She was a threat, and you dealt with that threat in a nonlethal manner. You did fine. I'm sure she has ways of repairing herself.

Tell her you're not going to give her the key or allow her to modify you, and she most likely has a lot to think about now anyway. You're gonna go find 40423 and the Icarus system and get out of here. Maybe someday you'll come back and bring her somewhere where she can live in peace, but that day is not today. Her coming with you would only put her in danger, she is well aware of why. Speaking of why, ask her what the key is. She must know what it is if she thinks it will help her. What is the information you carry?

X, Dyson... you want to know what I think. I think you're both people, for all your strengths, for all your flaws the two of you are just as much of a person as any human. You both fell things, you both have a since of right and wrong. Both of you can think for yourselves and both of you act on what you believe what is best at the time and both of you make mistakes from time to time. It's because of this belief that I have been calling you Dustin and Dyson, because people have names, things have numbers and you are not a thing. Nor is X, she's just misguided and alone from what it sounds like.

... Careful of her tail and left hand but see if you can't take her to the medical room the Seb is in so she can patch herself up and you can see Seb. Don't think she'll stab you since if she does she risks losing the key. Just tell her your just sick and tired of being a tool for everyone to use for there own reasons, that you just want everything to go back to normal and not have to worry about whether or not the person standing next to you is going to try to kidnap you for some kind of world domination thing. Say you'd like to see Seb and you'd be willing to help her to the medical room he's in if she would be willing to accept your help... and if she would kindly keep her left hand and tail away from you since we're still not sure if she is or isn't going to hurt us.

You should probably go over to her and make sure she's ok, and probably apologize for hurting her. I'd prefer if our actions here didn't have any bad permanent consequences and leave someone already unstable to plot revenge. Then we should go and find 40423 and Icarus, and see what we can do about getting out of here.

Oh, keep in mind she still has injectors in her left hand. She is not unarmed, do not treat her as if she is.

Where is Icarus, where is Seb, and where can you find a biohazard suit? Those are your priorities right now.

>>562998
She's crying from shock.
Ask her if she has ever been hurt physically before now; she'll probably say no.

Watch for a sudden attack.

>>562998
Try to make her understand your feelings while acknowledging hers while still keeping up defense?

Also i think either she IS the one who killed them (tho probably not on purpose), OR humans had something to do with their deaths.

>>562998
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