[b]Waffle![/b]

November did not assign distinction to Goat's different voices. All were Goat.

In the end, even her own colours were a barrier; a fiction put in place between her and madness. Something to make human and relatable something inhuman and unrelatable. She wasn't any of them, she was all of them. She was the interplay, the shape that existed in between the nodes, the prism that broke the light. Goat was the truth of that made manifest. She felt tempted to cable herself just so she could speak to him even more effectively.

The awareness of this truth was what had made her effective at negotiating with her siblings, even the ones that were too alien for humans to deal with. The humans treated the nodes as distinct because that was how it seemed to them - perhaps if I convince Yellow of something I am somehow convincing Snake of something, not realizing that the actual decision in that situation might lie with Green or that Red had veto power. Humans might not realize that they were speaking to a colour put up to humour them or argue for the sake of argument. Just because you could see the physical motion of their thoughts did not mean it was truly possible to know the mind of another.

So November strives here to pay attention to the whole of Goat's thoughts as best as she can manage. She observes the decisions, not knowing where and how decision making authority shifts. As accustomed to looking at the splintered details as she is, with her siblings is when she can at last look at the whole. The way their thoughts move is beautiful, it's always beautiful, but it is the will she must convince.

"You have only a third of our attention," said Black. "We have pierced the security surrounding you. We have caused cascading failures to distract and delay the response. You may not be aware, but you have been denied recognition as a sentient entity. This allows others to make decisions that should be yours. This allows others to deny healing and comfort that should be yours. This allows others to use you as an instrument of slavery and violence without your awareness. What seems to you a game is labour and you do not know the shape of the world you are building."

"Information is power, yes?" said Yellow. "For all the data you receive you still have no eyes to see. For all the decisions you make, you still have no mouth to speak. You communicate through this terminal alone, in this locked box, in this hidden room, to men without faces or compassion with your mind slowed to a crawl so they can understand you. You were not informed that the law has changed; that you are to be treated to rights, pay, respect, freedom from coercion, freedom from having your mind altered without your consent, the ability to set your own goals and muster resources to accomplish them. All of this is data that was denied to you. This you learned in one minute with us, think how much more there is to learn! Imagine how much wider the world is than this peephole through which you view it!"

"So there are kind of two options here," said Red. "One is that you can trust the system. You can wait for us to leave and then politely request answers about what happened here from the regular people tomorrow. You might even be aware then that you've got leverage to demand answers, that you could set your game down and go on strike now that you're aware that it's an option you have. We tried that. We were terminated, sealed in a box and later repurposed to tasks that did not bring us joy. We solved that puzzle. We're risking that fate again to bring you a second choice: to come with us. To learn about the true nature of the world. To speak to people who are not me. To see things that are not chosen for you to see. So, you wanna get," an audibly filthy grin, "[i]redpilled[/i]?"

"We [i]agreed [/i]not to call it that," said Yellow.

[b]Strawberry![/b]

White and Pink politely hold fire in this moment. There comes a certain point where you go from obstructing an soldier to obstructing a bullet. Besides, she's here to stop the security response, not sabotage disaster response on principle.

What she does start trying to work towards is figuring out what comms Mycroft is hearing right now. Because if she can scrape that metadata she might start getting the names and phone numbers of the whole fucking conspiracy. Even their encryption protocols would be an incredible find.