Post by Soldier 76 on Aug 26, 2016 0:58:30 GMT
Whiskey that was his handle, his codename, his alias, and he used it often. Reginold Shepard the 5th might as well be dead, he was just some forgotten piece of the past. With a brain this big, and high functioning it was hard to care about names anyway. Names were just a marker, to say you are not me. To differentiate what all looked the same. He shuddered, had that been a nightmare? It hadn't felt like one, someone had wormed into his system, nearly killed him. He had woken from his true sleep state, and had felt a pounding in his head. His monitoring system informed him environment had been fully restored.
His machine all stood at attention facing him, he'd had to reset each of them to previous states. He would have to set up his preferences again, but it was easy. He was resting at the bottom of the tank, sat there, legs pulled up to his chest. He rarely did this, human habits, they were vestigial. He wrapped his arms around his knees. Had Hush's virus given a back door to something worse? Doubtful it hadn't been that sophisticated, it was easy to isolate and close any holes. This was something different, someone had designed it especially to beat him.
Perhaps he had a rival, but he couldn't stop thinking about what the bots had been saying, what that server line code had read. "Tick Tock, Tick Tock, but what is the sound that time makes?" he said aloud. Whoops, he wasn't alone anymore, he'd have to be mindful of what slipped through the synthesizers. Surely it wouldn't be a terrible idea to ask for help. He examined the virtual machine where the virus was contained, his system offline far as Overwatch and his Satellite network was concerned. Just in case some remnant wanted to escape.
He was tired.
So very tired. Or maybe bored was a better word, he could work further on Hush's project, but he'd essentially figured it out. All that information was already passed along, he could see the patterns, condense them down and produce them for humans. It was easy. Humans were easy.
A human tried to kill him.
That was rather scary wasn't it? A virus designed to kill him. Who'd he piss off that badly? "Who cares?" he murmured, staring out attempting to make sense of the outside world, his eyes weren't good enough through the glass to get a good look. He should have cameras installed around his tank, so he can better see people's body language. Not that he could make any sense of it.
People said too much without speaking. "...I think I'm bored." His decision finally on whether he was tired or bored. Bored seemed appropriate.
His machine all stood at attention facing him, he'd had to reset each of them to previous states. He would have to set up his preferences again, but it was easy. He was resting at the bottom of the tank, sat there, legs pulled up to his chest. He rarely did this, human habits, they were vestigial. He wrapped his arms around his knees. Had Hush's virus given a back door to something worse? Doubtful it hadn't been that sophisticated, it was easy to isolate and close any holes. This was something different, someone had designed it especially to beat him.
Perhaps he had a rival, but he couldn't stop thinking about what the bots had been saying, what that server line code had read. "Tick Tock, Tick Tock, but what is the sound that time makes?" he said aloud. Whoops, he wasn't alone anymore, he'd have to be mindful of what slipped through the synthesizers. Surely it wouldn't be a terrible idea to ask for help. He examined the virtual machine where the virus was contained, his system offline far as Overwatch and his Satellite network was concerned. Just in case some remnant wanted to escape.
He was tired.
So very tired. Or maybe bored was a better word, he could work further on Hush's project, but he'd essentially figured it out. All that information was already passed along, he could see the patterns, condense them down and produce them for humans. It was easy. Humans were easy.
A human tried to kill him.
That was rather scary wasn't it? A virus designed to kill him. Who'd he piss off that badly? "Who cares?" he murmured, staring out attempting to make sense of the outside world, his eyes weren't good enough through the glass to get a good look. He should have cameras installed around his tank, so he can better see people's body language. Not that he could make any sense of it.
People said too much without speaking. "...I think I'm bored." His decision finally on whether he was tired or bored. Bored seemed appropriate.
