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He felt, naked. This was of course, a stupid anxiety, he'd rezzed in suit and all, his sickly green circuitry lighting up the dank alley he'd rezzed in.
But still, something was missing...
The only logical response was to give himself a full pat down, nothing but his disk was there, but he there wasn't really anything else to have, so that wasn't surprising.
So he strolled around the city, taking in the sites, the neon glow and towers of the grid. He wandered, enjoyed himself, and ignored the odd looks he got.
This lasted an hour or two until he tucked back into a back alley, eager to see what the Grid's inner workings had to offer.
And that's when the Black Guard saw him.
What happened next...well he wasn't entirely sure what happened next. The guards were gone when he became conscious again, and the pile of pixels on the alley's ground was, frankly, disgusting, so it was time to move on.
"Wazzat you?" The voice was gruff, high pitched and curious. The program wore similarly black armor with green circuits, half his face was blown off, which gave his voice a strange, broken sound. His face stirred up something in Cracked, a sort of deja vu...
"I... uh... guess so?"
"Well son, that to me seems a tad bit violent, but I would supposed the black guard meant you some harm?"
"I... um, yeah, I think."
"Well the way I see it son, they had it coming then, you can't go planning to hurt folks and not expect to get bit back."
"That's.... very true."
"Nah son, it's just a fact from an old hobo." The vagrant ducked into another alley, inside were a few likewise injured programs, all with black armor and green circuits.
"Who are these people?"
The vagrant had hardly noticed Cracked. "Oh? just a bunch of viruses, waiting to die, there's no room on grid for our kind. By the looks of it, you ain't exactly welcome neither."
Cracked looked from his circuits to the old man's. "No. Nononono. I'm a music program you see."
"I don't care if you're a user here to cleanse us son, them circuits mean you're welcome here."
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He tensed at touch, he thought about lashing at her again, making her keep distance. But no, she had all the cards now, no sense in fight.
Useless, it’s what it all was, useless, he’d never felt so weak.
He got up and made his way to the desk, clearing the bottles in such a way so could sit on the desk. He plopped down and shrugged at her. The motioned his hands towards her.
He tensed at touch, he thought about lashing at her again, making her keep distance. But no, she had all the cards now, no sense in fight.
Useless, it's what it all was, useless, he'd never felt so weak.
He got up and made his way to the desk, clearing the bottles in such a way so could sit on the desk. He plopped down and shrugged at her. The motioned his hands towards her.
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She hesitated, but he looked so frightened … she approached him slowly, making no effort to muffle her footsteps.
”Cracked, I’m sorry .. I can tell you the story, if you wish. I don’t know if you want to know you derezzed, but …” She crouched next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I will telll you if you ask.”
She hesitated, but he looked so frightened … she approached him slowly, making no effort to muffle her footsteps.
”Cracked, I’m sorry .. I can tell you the story, if you wish. I don’t know if you want to know you derezzed, but …” She crouched next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I will telll you if you ask.”
She was standing exactly as before, having dodged his blow and then not moved. He was freaking out, the poor thing, trapped … it was an almost animalistic reaction. Her eyes widened.
“Did you think I’m going to let you get yourself derezzed?” She asked incredulously. “You’re stupid enough to attack me, the guards would take you out in five seconds.” Her disc remained on her back, nervous as she was. She wasn’t ready to start on deadly force, not with the program’s delicate sanity.
He turned around at her, she wasn’t angry yet, this was odd. There was too much lying going on, she was hiding something and it was scary and damn it why wasn’t she reacting.
The blow was a surprise. He’d never hit her, not meaningfully, and this was clearly meant to hurt. She’d turned with the blow, minimizing the damage it did, but it’d still knocked her head sideways. She brought a hand to her cheek, touching it lightly, almost gingerly.
Then she laughed softly, the hand darting to his throat as she stood, forcing him back. Her free hand moved to his, catching his wrist.
“I don’t think so, Cracked,” she murmured, nearly lifting him from the floor. “One should not attack an Administrator.” Her fingers tightened around his throat for a moment before releasing. “You will not touch me again, or I will do far worse.” She stood there, looking casual, but in reality ready to move, respond to his next movement.
It hurt to have to resort to this, but she was beyond heeding that. He could insult her all day and she’d ignore it, but one he delibrately hit her it was game over.
Cracked didn’t make any strangling noises, partially because he didn’t have a fucking mouth, and partially because this was good progress. She wasn’t lying now, this was progress, truth.
Except now he was more trapped than ever.
He threw his weight around a bit but her grip was tighter than that. She knew what she was doing.
Live or Die Cracked, live or die.
Knee to the gut, partial stun but she was ready. He threw his weight to the side and was on the floor. He picked himself up and scrambled for the door.
Locked.
No
no no no no
He was whacking his head against the door, he’d scream if he could. Of all the bullshit ways to die…
She was standing exactly as before, having dodged his blow and then not moved. He was freaking out, the poor thing, trapped … it was an almost animalistic reaction. Her eyes widened.
“Did you think I’m going to let you get yourself derezzed?” She asked incredulously. “You’re stupid enough to attack me, the guards would take you out in five seconds.” Her disc remained on her back, nervous as she was. She wasn’t ready to start on deadly force, not with the program’s delicate sanity.
He turned around at her, she wasn’t angry yet, this was odd. There was too much lying going on, she was hiding something and it was scary and damn it why wasn’t she reacting.
He was studying her face. Nothing to worry about - she’d had cycles of practice, she was an actress. Still, his proximity was making the fighter in her nervous, this unpredictable quantity, so close. She regarded him as calmly as she could, remembering … last time she‘d been invadinghis personal space, and he’d kissed her.
Bad plan. Acting like him would only freak him out more. Besides, she thought, eyes flickering down to his ruined lips and back again, touching his circuits would be rude.
So she simply eyed him and stated calmly, “I know I’m stunning, but this is the first time I’ve physically drawn people in. Should I be flattered, do you think?” She half batted her eyeslashes at him. Innocence would show she wasn’t a threat, at least.
He kind of just stared at his hand as it flew from his side across her face and then in front of his. Well, he thought he’d had more self control than that.
If he had a mouth he would of shouted something about her acting pompous and how she had to prove it, but he suspected that if he had a mouth he wouldn’t have hit her at all.
The blow was a surprise. He’d never hit her, not meaningfully, and this was clearly meant to hurt. She’d turned with the blow, minimizing the damage it did, but it’d still knocked her head sideways. She brought a hand to her cheek, touching it lightly, almost gingerly.
Then she laughed softly, the hand darting to his throat as she stood, forcing him back. Her free hand moved to his, catching his wrist.
“I don’t think so, Cracked,” she murmured, nearly lifting him from the floor. “One should not attack an Administrator.” Her fingers tightened around his throat for a moment before releasing. “You will not touch me again, or I will do far worse.” She stood there, looking casual, but in reality ready to move, respond to his next movement.
It hurt to have to resort to this, but she was beyond heeding that. He could insult her all day and she’d ignore it, but one he delibrately hit her it was game over.
Cracked didn't make any strangling noises, partially because he didn't have a fucking mouth, and partially because this was good progress. She wasn't lying now, this was progress, truth.
Except now he was more trapped than ever.
He threw his weight around a bit but her grip was tighter than that. She knew what she was doing.
Live or Die Cracked, live or die.
Knee to the gut, partial stun but she was ready. He threw his weight to the side and was on the floor. He picked himself up and scrambled for the door.
Locked.
No
no no no no
He was whacking his head against the door, he'd scream if he could. Of all the bullshit ways to die...
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He was shaking, and something in her nearly broke at that. Comfort him, it said, don’t let this continue. She squashed it down.
And then he shook his head, a blunt refusal. That was enough to focus her.
“Where will you go, Cracked? You’re a wanted criminal, remember that, you can’t just wander the streets.” The next words were carefully considered. “I want you to stay here, where you’ll be safe. Users, I can get a bigger apartment if necessary. But I don’t want you to risk yourself.”
shit, how does one broadcast the idea of lying without a voice. He gave up that route.
He mulled over his options. If she was right about the wanted criminal thing, he’d be running, which in all honesty didn’t sound that hard. If she was lying, than this was all some scheme to get him locked up where she could take care of him.
Turn him into the guard, have his lazily coded ass derezzed.
No, no no no
Without knowing it, he just stood there pointing and shaking his head wildly.
She could nearly see the wheels turning in his head, trying to riddle this out. He couldn’t remember, could he? It was a heartbreaking thought.
She didn’t move though, simply sending out a quick message to the system. The door, having swung shut after her, locked silently. It was a calculated risk - locking herself in with a program who likely had severe damage to his processes - but she didn’t have much choice in the matter. It was more important to keep him safe. He wouldn’t know it was locked unless he tried it, anyway, and hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.
He was studying her face. Nothing to worry about - she’d had cycles of practice, she was an actress. Still, his proximity was making the fighter in her nervous, this unpredictable quantity, so close. She regarded him as calmly as she could, remembering … last time she‘d been invadinghis personal space, and he’d kissed her.
Bad plan. Acting like him would only freak him out more. Besides, she thought, eyes flickering down to his ruined lips and back again, touching his circuits would be rude.
So she simply eyed him and stated calmly, “I know I’m stunning, but this is the first time I’ve physically drawn people in. Should I be flattered, do you think?” She half batted her eyeslashes at him. Innocence would show she wasn’t a threat, at least.
He kind of just stared at his hand as it flew from his side across her face and then in front of his. Well, he thought he'd had more self control than that.
If he had a mouth he would of shouted something about her acting pompous and how she had to prove it, but he suspected that if he had a mouth he wouldn't have hit her at all.
He was shaking, and something in her nearly broke at that. Comfort him, it said, don’t let this continue. She squashed it down.
And then he shook his head, a blunt refusal. That was enough to focus her.
“Where will you go, Cracked? You’re a wanted criminal, remember that, you can’t just wander the streets.” The next words were carefully considered. “I want you to stay here, where you’ll be safe. Users, I can get a bigger apartment if necessary. But I don’t want you to risk yourself.”
shit, how does one broadcast the idea of lying without a voice. He gave up that route.
He mulled over his options. If she was right about the wanted criminal thing, he’d be running, which in all honesty didn’t sound that hard. If she was lying, than this was all some scheme to get him locked up where she could take care of him.
Turn him into the guard, have his lazily coded ass derezzed.
No, no no no
Without knowing it, he just stood there pointing and shaking his head wildly.
She could nearly see the wheels turning in his head, trying to riddle this out. He couldn’t remember, could he? It was a heartbreaking thought.
She didn’t move though, simply sending out a quick message to the system. The door, having swung shut after her, locked silently. It was a calculated risk - locking herself in with a program who likely had severe damage to his processes - but she didn’t have much choice in the matter. It was more important to keep him safe. He wouldn’t know it was locked unless he tried it, anyway, and hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.
He wasn’t responding the way most programs would - with words, with a curt gesture, something understandable. He was off in his own head, and she was singularly frustrated that she couldn’t follow him there, find out what he thought.
Perhaps if she took his disc - no, that would be terrible. Still, she didn’t delete the idea, just logged it away.
Ada watched him pace.Like a caged animal. Oh users, that was it, what was bothering her. Caged. She’d need to keep him caged, otherwise the program was going to get himself derezzed again, and she was not going to go through that. She winced at the thought. Selfish … well she’d earned it this time.
“Calm down,” she ordered calmly, settling onto a couch along the wall, arms draped comfortably over the back. Casual … yet she could get at her disc in a matter of moments. “I’m not exactly thrilled that you’re here either.” Lies, but necessary ones.
Well, it was fair, he had completely trashed her fucking office. But no, he wasn’t calming down, there was nothing to be calm about. His manic behavior was totally justified, strange woman claiming he knew him, apparent memory loss, waking up in an unfamiliar place, what was there to be calm about?
At the same time, she wasn’t the type of person to piss off.
So he sat in the puddle of wet papers opposite her, staring fiercely, accusingly. He wrapped his arms around himself, maybe he should draw his disk, show teeth…
No, no sense in that, play the vulnerable bit until she was ready to let him go.
“There’s no point in glaring at me,” she responded sharply.
She waited calmly as he glared, watched him pull his arms in close. Two options there, either he felt vulnerable or he was making himself a smaller target. She wasn’t going to gamble on either.
“I’m not lying, Cracked, I’ll hand copy my memories to your disc if I must,” she said, the same calmness filling each word. “You don’t have to like me, but you need me.”
He was shaking, and something in her nearly broke at that. Comfort him, it said, don’t let this continue. She squashed it down.
And then he shook his head, a blunt refusal. That was enough to focus her.
“Where will you go, Cracked? You’re a wanted criminal, remember that, you can’t just wander the streets.” The next words were carefully considered. “I want you to stay here, where you’ll be safe. Users, I can get a bigger apartment if necessary. But I don’t want you to risk yourself.”
shit, how does one broadcast the idea of lying without a voice. He gave up that route.
He mulled over his options. If she was right about the wanted criminal thing, he’d be running, which in all honesty didn’t sound that hard. If she was lying, than this was all some scheme to get him locked up where she could take care of him.
Turn him into the guard, have his lazily coded ass derezzed.
No, no no no
Without knowing it, he just stood there pointing and shaking his head wildly.
He wasn’t responding the way most programs would - with words, with a curt gesture, something understandable. He was off in his own head, and she was singularly frustrated that she couldn’t follow him there, find out what he thought.
Perhaps if she took his disc - no, that would be terrible. Still, she didn’t delete the idea, just logged it away.
Ada watched him pace.Like a caged animal. Oh users, that was it, what was bothering her. Caged. She’d need to keep him caged, otherwise the program was going to get himself derezzed again, and she was not going to go through that. She winced at the thought. Selfish … well she’d earned it this time.
“Calm down,” she ordered calmly, settling onto a couch along the wall, arms draped comfortably over the back. Casual … yet she could get at her disc in a matter of moments. “I’m not exactly thrilled that you’re here either.” Lies, but necessary ones.
Well, it was fair, he had completely trashed her fucking office. But no, he wasn’t calming down, there was nothing to be calm about. His manic behavior was totally justified, strange woman claiming he knew him, apparent memory loss, waking up in an unfamiliar place, what was there to be calm about?
At the same time, she wasn’t the type of person to piss off.
So he sat in the puddle of wet papers opposite her, staring fiercely, accusingly. He wrapped his arms around himself, maybe he should draw his disk, show teeth…
No, no sense in that, play the vulnerable bit until she was ready to let him go.
“There’s no point in glaring at me,” she responded sharply.
She waited calmly as he glared, watched him pull his arms in close. Two options there, either he felt vulnerable or he was making himself a smaller target. She wasn’t going to gamble on either.
“I’m not lying, Cracked, I’ll hand copy my memories to your disc if I must,” she said, the same calmness filling each word. “You don’t have to like me, but you need me.”
He didn’t know how he’d derezzed, oh users, how he must’ve interpreted her initial response …
“That’s …. that’s right, Cracked,” she managed finally. “You somehow snuck in here and decided to nap. You crazy bastard.” It was almost a relief to insult him again
He wasn’t responding the way most programs would - with words, with a curt gesture, something understandable. He was off in his own head, and she was singularly frustrated that she couldn’t follow him there, find out what he thought.
Perhaps if she took his disc - no, that would be terrible. Still, she didn’t delete the idea, just logged it away.
Ada watched him pace.Like a caged animal. Oh users, that was it, what was bothering her. Caged. She’d need to keep him caged, otherwise the program was going to get himself derezzed again, and she was not going to go through that. She winced at the thought. Selfish … well she’d earned it this time.
“Calm down,” she ordered calmly, settling onto a couch along the wall, arms draped comfortably over the back. Casual … yet she could get at her disc in a matter of moments. “I’m not exactly thrilled that you’re here either.” Lies, but necessary ones.
Well, it was fair, he had completely trashed her fucking office. But no, he wasn't calming down, there was nothing to be calm about. His manic behavior was totally justified, strange woman claiming he knew him, apparent memory loss, waking up in an unfamiliar place, what was there to be calm about?
At the same time, she wasn't the type of person to piss off.
So he sat in the puddle of wet papers opposite her, staring fiercely, accusingly. He wrapped his arms around himself, maybe he should draw his disk, show teeth...
No, no sense in that, play the vulnerable bit until she was ready to let him go.
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No lady you don’t get it, I don’ know who you are, so we obviously aren’t friends, and I’m very glad that your reaction to me trespassing was not calling the guard or putting a disk in my good eye, but there is no way in hell I know you.
Lowsy stupid lack of mouth, stopping him from communicating.
He dug through sound files, but unfortunately there wasn’t a song called “no you’re crazy I don’t know you.”
He flopped back into the desk chair, frustrated, shaking his head wildly.
No, lady, fuck you, I don’t know who the fuck you are.
Ugh, whatever, she was probably right, no matter how much Cracked wanted to run out of the office screaming. It wouldn’t be hard for him to become wanted, what with the torn up coding and the sickly green circuits.
Might as well play her then.
He walked up to her, flopping his arms at his side. A surrender of sorts.
He didn’t know how he’d derezzed, oh users, how he must’ve interpreted her initial response …
“That’s …. that’s right, Cracked,” she managed finally. “You somehow snuck in here and decided to nap. You crazy bastard.” It was almost a relief to insult him again
No lady you don’t get it, I don’ know who you are, so we obviously aren’t friends, and I’m very glad that your reaction to me trespassing was not calling the guard or putting a disk in my good eye, but there is no way in hell I know you.
Lowsy stupid lack of mouth, stopping him from communicating.
He dug through sound files, but unfortunately there wasn’t a song called “no you’re crazy I don’t know you.”
He flopped back into the desk chair, frustrated, shaking his head wildly.
No, lady, fuck you, I don’t know who the fuck you are.
Ugh, whatever, she was probably right, no matter how much Cracked wanted to run out of the office screaming. It wouldn’t be hard for him to become wanted, what with the torn up coding and the sickly green circuits.
Might as well play her then.
He walked up to her, flopping his arms at his side. A surrender of sorts.
