[quote=@Thanqol]There's an overflow of broken flight plan data pouring from the missile, intentions clearly visible amidst the haze of junk data. There are so many voices here, strung together, barely synchronized - this thing is different to you. You're a human mind, digitalized and reborn. Prometheus was a crafted entity, created as a pure manifestation of a concept. This is...

[i]Organic[/i].

These pieces weren't made. They [i]happened[/i]. This is the Great Pacific Garbage Patch of artificial intelligence; the debris of a thousand school projects, old corporate spyware, spambots, too-sentient antivirus programs, all the discarded attempts at building something like you that didn't quite get there. They've been exchanging viruses back and forth in an evolutionary hothouse to form something like a nervous system and you can feel those same viruses try to assault you now, trying to add you as a node to their incoherent entity. 

The dominant figure amidst the randomly firing calculations is a flight control computer - artificially bloated above what it should be, given an unjust share of resources during its development by Doctor Sylvanius, and it's this that is trying to reassert control over the collective and return the missile to its original course. But in the meantime the entire network is bearing down on you with an intense curiosity. It plans to assimilate you too - not maliciously, but because that's what it knows to do to interesting things.[/quote]

Being an AI does not feel like the super unique thing it was four months ago. There's her, but then there's Prometheus, and then Bode turns out to be one, and there's one made by Doctor Sylvanius (KING OF MARS, the missile helpfully spams her with). Not that she's complaining, mind you, it's neat to see others, and they all are very unique still. It's just a different thing than she expected, when she woke up.

Oh right the missile.

She starts staring at it, watching it approach (she's not feeling particularly threatened here), and idly drifts so that the missile's path won't hit the car. And then she starts her own countervirals. Carefully, mind you, trying to perhaps inoculate, or even just shore up, a node at a time. Maybe she can make a friend here?

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