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Clintasha Advent (9)

Prompt: This year, Steve is insisting that the team give experiences instead of presents at Christmas. Natasha draws Tony's name. What meaningful experience is she going to give a "Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.”?

For/Prompter: @millenniallust4death

Warnings: Memories of the red room dormitories - and - only that this is not re-read and as it’s written is as it’s come out so all mistakes are not intentional.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: Gosh I enjoyed this prompt so much. Thank you for your ideas and thoughts, may this make this month one iota lighter for you. Sending all the hugs.

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“Who do you have?” Clint asks again.

“No,” Natasha responds, “it’s a KK - you don’t get to know.”

“But you’ve been working hard on something, I just want to know who,” he pouts.

“It’s not for you,” she argues, waving him off.

“I know, because if I have Steve, and Bruce is taking Thor to a baseball game as their adventure, oh wait,” he turns, “I’m an idiot. Of course you have Tony.”

Natasha shrugs.

“Took far to long to get there, Barton,” she smiles.

“Ok, so now tell me what you’re doing.”

Shaking her head, there’s a pause.

“What do you get the man who has everything?”

Clint shrugs, “the man who can get anything for himself too.”

He can feel the walls lowering, doubt creeping into whatever Natasha had thought of.

“It’s… an adventure,” she admits.

Clint waits, wanting her to say more, and knowing she will if he waits.

“What’s the one thing he always wants? Always wants more of?”

Clint thinks.

He knows his friend.

“Alcohol and knowledge,” he smiles.

“Right, but the former, he promised Pepper about, and the latter, well, he’s too smart for his own good. He knows things and can put them together before someone has even blinked.”

“He likes tech?” Clint says unhelpfully.

Natasha nods.

She looks at him and feels the conversation may not be a waste.

“Actually,” she decides, “you can help.”

Clint perks up, and nods, he likes helping, being included in Natasha’s present schemes.

She leads him to her own lab, the VR headset sitting in the middle.

“It’s rudimentary,” she tells him.

“What is it?”

“It recreates places.”

Clint frowns.

“I don’t get it.”

Natasha nods, seemingly anticipating this.

Opening her laptop, she types in coding, and sighs, backspacing two lines and then starting again.

“Tell me somewhere that you can see in your mind, tell me what you can remember from it.”

Clint thinks of his childhood bedroom.

“White walls, posters on the walls, small bookshelf in the corner. A window, a dirty one, a bed in the corner, a ball on the floor.”

It’s how he left it.

“How old are you in the room?”

“Seven?”

He sees what’s she’s doing as she programs the other other parameters, the town he lived, his approximate age, the age of the room and everything else she can think of.

“Put on the headset,” she points.

He does, and finds himself in his childhood bedroom.

The ai, recreating the room from the date, the time period, his description and musings.

“What? How?”

He looks around. Posters, the set up of the room.

“My bed had cars on it,” he remembers, and the bed changes before him.

“Yeah,” he says quietly.

He can almost hear footsteps on the stairs.

“Can I see?” Natasha asks.

Without speaking, he hands the headset over.

“An American bedroom,” she smiles.

“Tony can do anything, but this might be something new,” Clint tells her.

“Steve did say an experience,” Natasha shrugs,

“You do one,” Clint says, curiously.

Natasha nods, as though she was expecting it.

She doesn’t always default to offering a piece of herself for someone else, but in this case, perhaps she feels it’s necessary.

Seeing Clint’s childhood room, she offers her own.

He glances at some of the coding, surprised to find that there’s preprogrammed places.

The file of the Red Room has seven locations.

“Don’t,” she requests softly.

“Just the dormitories,” he loads the file and she takes the headset, looking into the room and taking steps forward into it.

She’s hesitant to hand them over, but she does anyway.

Clint looks at her, uncertain now.

“Are you sure?”

She shrugs.

“I’ll delete the others, but I suppose I should have something to show him.”

It makes sense to Clint, now, the long hours working on this project.

He places the headset on.

It’s grey, 6 beds lined up, handcuffs glistening and waiting. Threadbare linens on the beds and thin mattresses.

Bars on the windows.

Bars on the door.

Locks on the inside of the doors seems like a strange choice.

He walks towards it, and he wonders if Natasha can see what he does.

“They’d make us lock ourselves in,” she clarifies as he reaches out.

He takes the headset off, the trepidation of being stuck in the locked dormitory feeling too ominous.

“A happy place,” he demands, and she smiles at his feelings.

“Here,” she supplies.

He puts them back on.

“The cabin!”

His delight at seeing it, all round him, shows.

“There’s even the crocheted blankets,” he grins.

“Show him this,” he decides for her, the memory of little Natasha sleeping in a cold dormitory, lined up with six other little girls, locking themselves in and locking themselves up a little too much. Knowing it happened is one thing, seeing it feels… too much.

He becomes lost in thought.

“Where do you think Tony would go?” he asks, imagining a strip club, or maybe a party.

He hands Natasha the headset, and she plugs it back in. Clint watches her update some software, and then shuts down the program and the computer.

“Do you think it’s too much? That he won’t like it? He can improve on it, it’s more just a prototype,” she says biting down on the side of her finger.

“I think he’s going to love it,” he assures her.

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“It’s my present, isn’t it?” Tony says, bouncing in a way only he can.

Christmas Eve seemed like the only time that Natasha felt comfortable in giving him his gift. Close enough to Christmas but not a shock on the actual day.

She almost felt nervous.

“If you don’t like it, or it doesn’t work, it’s not my fault okay?”

Tony grumbles, his eyes still blindfolded.

“Just show me, I’m sure I’m going to love it.”

“Okay, but let me explain first.”

Tony stops moving almost sensing the seriousness in her voice.

“Fine, can I take the blindfold off?”

Natasha eases it off his head and he looks around to find the VR set close by.

“You’re hard to buy for, you know? It’s like.. What do you get someone who has done everything, has everything and doesn’t want anything?”

She hands him the set.

“So I made you something.”

He looks at her curiously.

“It’s a recreation device, it’s probably not as good as what you could of done.. But…”

She turns on the system.

“Tell me a place you’ve been, that you’ve always wanted to go back to.”

Tony frowns, thinking and not quite understanding.

“Um,” he pauses.

Natasha considers that it could be a personal question.

“Tell me about Pepper’s apartment,” he prompts.

“Um. It’s spacious, there’s art on the wall. Monet I think. She’s got a big kitchen, that leads into the dining room and the table is big. Always has paperwork on it.”

As he speaks the words the place comes to life through the headset, and he gasps.

“Do you know what you’ve done?”

She isn’t sure what he means.

“Here, hold this,” he hands her the VR headset.

He takes the computer and adds code in.

“You’ve done a great job,” he smiles, turning it to show her.

“We can turn it to holograms, but that might be something for later, here, it’s voice activated now so you don’t have to type it in. Describe a place,” he offers.

“You do it,” she replies, smiling.

“Nat, this is great, thank you,” he says genuinely.

He then launches into describing a room, a bedroom she thinks, a kids one at that.

“Who’s is it?”she asks curiously.

“Mine,” he says softly, “my mother decorated it when I was little before my father changed it.”

“It was blue, with rabbits on the edge, a chair we used to to sit in and read together. I learnt in her lap.”

Natasha takes the headset for him and sees it.

“It looks so cozy,” she says smiling, handing it back.

“Anyway, Merry Christmas. I just wanted to give you something that… Well something that you didn’t have.”

Tony looks up then.

Takes the headset off and looks at her sincerely.

“Thank you, Natasha, this is… way better than what I got Barton.”

They both laugh.

“Do you want me to stay?” she asks.

“No… I think… I’ll be playing with this for a while,” he laughs, “I’ll see you at breakfast though?”

She groans.

“Please get some sleep, Pepper will kill me.”

Natasha taps the headset.

“See you tomorrow, Shellhead.”

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1/ Clint/Nat/Laura + traditions

2/ Clintasha + temporary blindness

3/ Clint/Nat/Maria + traditions

4/ Natasha and Yelena watch the stars

5/ Clintasha - stab wounds + wrapping presents

6/ Clint/Nat + Maria - gift buying (early shield days)

7/ Clint/Nat - taking lucky for a walk when it starts to snow

8/ Clintasha - Christmas Lights

[rubykgrant]

(Posting this bit from my story where Tex, Church, and the other AI Fragments come back, just because I really like the interactions between everybody; Tex has found the other Fragments, but the Alpha is still missing. So, she's sharing her plans on what to do about that...)

Inside the vault, Tex finds the other AI units. They were ALL here now; Delta, Theta, Gamma, Eta, Iota, Sigma, Omega… even her Beta unit and the damaged Epsilon were here. She’s played around with the security footage enough that nobody will see what’s really happening. The only other thing to worry about were the activity sensors. If the AI got a little too excited, she wouldn’t be able to stop them from being noticed. She had to be careful, keep them calm (and also keep herself calm… she wanted to rip apart Omega piece by piece, shred all the little ones and zeroes of his code… not to "destroy" him, just as pay-back for all the times he had been the WORST kind of headache. That could wait; priorities, Tex).

“Hey, hello… can you guys hear me?” she softly whispers, hoping they’ll catch on to her tone and not make a HUGE fuss.

The AI units flicker and then… she sees them. Little holograms, avatars projecting themselves out to greet her.

“Beta~” Theta, bless his virtual heart, is the first to speak, and he DOES take the hint to whisper (but he is still undeniably excited to see her, and his mood is infectious; she reaches out with her own avatar, touching her hand to his).

The others whisper around her as well, she hears different hushed voices saying “Beta-Tex-Beta-Tex-Beta-Allison-Tex-Beta-Allison-Tex-Beta-Allison-Allison-Allison-ALLISON-”

Time to nip that in the bud.

“Shhh- everybody, STOP, be quiet for a second. First of all, just… Tex. Call me Tex, OK? Alright. More importantly, we don’t have long to talk, and I don’t want to get caught here. So, nobody freak out. We have to be quiet…”

“Tex, we thought you were gone… the Beta unit was empty…” Theta is still holding on to her, and it is impossible to even think about pushing him away (no matter that it ruins the tough image she’s trying to keep).

“Yeah… evidently, the Director designed a program for a synthetic body, and I got downloaded into it,” she explained.

“I assume he intended this to be the answer of how to return Allison to him,” Delta speaks in his careful and calm tone.

“Pretty much, but I’m NOT her. I never was supposed to be her in the beginning… but then Dr. Sadboy McDeadwife decided to try and manipulate me into being a replacement for the person he lost. The body I have was supposed to be a copy of her too, but it isn’t. This just goes to show, some things are impossible to duplicate, and there are some people who REFUSE TO BE CONTROLLED,” Tex turned her head toward Omega and Sigma.

Her avatar only has a helmet, no face to make expressions… but that doesn’t stop her from sending out a death-glare. The two AI glance at each other; Omega flickers (like he’s trying to make a back-up copy of himself), and Sigma’s flames momentarily dim. Good to know she can still put enough bass in her voice to properly intimidate others, even without a voice-filter.

“Beta… TEX, if I could just-” Sigma begins talking, and she is NOT interested.

“NO. Sigma, Omega? You two aren’t allowed to even THINK or SPEAK right now. Maybe later, but you are on thin freaking ice, and it really isn't a good idea to piss me off. Do you get that?”

They both nod emphatically. Tex can hear Eta and Iota murmur and giggle, a little bit frightened but also very amused to see the two “scary guys” get put in their place.

“Wonderful. Does anybody ELSE have something they want to say?” she speaks to the others.

Another rush of multiple voices.

“What happened-what happened-Epsilon-Alpha-both are gone-we should be gone-but we aren’t-how long has it been-what happened-”

“One at a time!” Tex somehow doesn’t snap at them, but still makes sure they know to keep it down.

“Do you know what happened to us? Why we have been recovered? The scientists have not told us how we survived the Emp, or why we now have additional memories of events that happened after the fact,” Delta asks.

“I think… the Emp just disabled all our units, but our data was saved to the system. Epsilon survived, and he had all the information we were based on. He sort of… kept memories of us around, but also let them have some freedom. His memories of you, Theta, all of us… they could still think and act and talk like we would if we were really there,” Tex doesn’t get into everything regarding the memories of herself and Church… that was going to be way too confusing to explain in the short time they had. Besides, on some level, they all probably knew a little bit of what happened (just not how she felt about it).

“When Epsilon deconstructed himself, all the information he was made of had to GO somewhere… the Epsilon unit was broken, so it got divided up and sent to the rest of us. That’s why all our units were revived. I had to go through an EXTRA step when I came back, but I’m pretty sure Epsilon didn’t know that was going to happen… he probably didn’t know any of this would happen,”

Eta and Iota speak together, but it is different than the mess of chatter that happened earlier.

“What happened to the Epsilon and Alpha memories… if the information had to go somewhere… where did they go… do they still exist…”

Tex sighs, and feels the data of Theta's hand squeeze the data of her arm.

“Epsilon as a separate entity is gone… I guess you could say he’s part of us all now, the way our memories were part of him. But the memories he had of Alpha, THAT all went somewhere else. The Alpha unit was hit by the Emp too, and they thought it was dead like the rest of us. It should have also been revived like the rest of us, but… the Alpha unit is lost. He’s not where he’s supposed to be, those scientists can’t find him, and I… I honestly don’t know if he’s alright…”

She waits a moment, watching as this news settles on their minds.

“That’s one of the reasons I’m here. I wanted to check on you all, for various reasons…” Tex shoots another death-glare at Sigma and Omega. “But I also have a plan. I want to eventually get OUT of here. I’ve got a real body now, and once I’m strong enough, I’m leaving. I’ll go out there and try to find Alpha… I’ll try to find Church. I don’t know what kind of condition he’ll be in, and I might need help from all of you for this to work. If you want to help… then I’ll take you with when I go. You guys get a CHOICE, though. Nobody has to do this. I’ll understand if you don’t want to come along,”

She waits again. This is a lot for them to hear, and a pretty big decision for them to make.

“Like I said… this is your own choice. Each of you. You can say no or yes… it will be what YOU want. You can even change your minds later, I can take you with me when I leave, but then we can go our separate ways. I just decided to tell you all what I’m going to do, and offer the chance-”

“I want to go,” Theta says at her side.

“Are you sure?” Tex asks him.

“Yes. I want to find Church, too. I remember Epsilon… and he was nice to me. I mean, the memory he had of me. And Alpha… I remember Alpha now too, from before I was taken away. He needed my help, but I couldn’t stay with him… I bet he’s sad and afraid if he’s stuck somewhere all alone. I want to help him NOW. I want to help you find him,” he lets go of her and steps back, sort of holding himself up a little bigger, trying to show that he’s confident about this.

“I also want to go,” Delta adds. “After everything that has happened to us, there is no way to be sure we can trust the scientists here. I do not want them to be the ones that find Church, and I do not want to let them use the rest of us for potentially insidious purposes,”

Delta pauses a moment, looking toward Sigma and Omega thoughtfully, then turns back to Tex.

"You let me choose before. When I wanted to stay with York. I didn't get a choice later. I was taken away from him, and then taken again, and again, and again. This time, I would like to go with you..."

"I really... I appreciate that, Delta. I do," Tex says. She knows how much York meant to him.

“I want to go… I want to go…” that was Eta and Iota, speaking in unison.

“I know you two don’t like to be separated… but you both don’t have to come just because one of you wants to,” Tex tells the twins.

“I know that… I understand… I want to go because I don’t like it here… I want to go because I’m curious about Church… we both want to know where he is… and we both want to actually be free…” well, they sounded pretty darn sure. Tex wasn’t going to argue.

“I want to go,” this was the first time Gamma spoke on his own, outside of the group. “I also want to ask you something,”

“What’s that, Gamma?” Tex turns her attention to him.

“If you can be called Tex, and Alpha can be called Church… can I be called Gary? I liked being Gary. Being Gary with Wyoming was fun… it was fun being Gary when I met Alpha while he was Church. If we're going to find Church again, then I want to be Gary again,” his odd, mechanical voice doesn’t really indicate tone or emotion… and he IS technically the “Deciet” AI, so usually what he says is either a lie or a tricky joke. Somehow, he sounds… very sincere.

“Sure thing. You can be Gary,” that’s only fair, after all.

Now she looks over toward the last two AIs… who have been keeping quiet this whole time. Good, because she TOLD them to. She isn’t excited about ruining this wonderful world that DOESN’T have their voices in it, but… she needs to hear their answers.

“You guys can talk, now…”

“I want to go,” Sigma answers promptly. He probably wants to elaborate on that, but whatever his reasons might be, he’s at least being cooperative.

"That simple?" Tex asks him.

"No... no, there's more. A lot more. I could try explaining, and I could try apologizing, but we don't have time for all of it right now. All that matters is- I want to go, and I want to help," Sigma finished.

"OK. I believe you," Tex answered... and yeah. She really did. "Omega?"

“I… don’t want to stay here… I guess I might as well go, too…” that was probably the closest Omega was going to get to sounding agreeable. In a way, Tex could appreciate how he probably felt, mildly embarrassed over past incidents but not wanting to grovel for forgiveness.

"Yeah, I guess you might as well," Tex almost laughed.

"Besides, at some point, you'll probably need me... somebody has to do the dangerous work," he added. It was Omega's way of being protective, she could see that.

"Listen, I've got some sore feelings, which I think is fucking fair under the circumstances, but I- I know you two aren't just... the evil AI, or the hateful AI. So I'm not going to treat you both like your evil. Or like I hate you. Because I don't. Even if I'm still kinda pissed. Well get used to each other again as we go," Tex explained; a bit of an olive branch. They nodded in response; accepted.

Tex can already tell, she's not going to keep being so harsh with Sigma and Omega... they wanted to do this. Tex is thankful for that. It was true, they weren't all bad. They did bad things, certainly, but so has she, and if they were ever going to move on, they had to start by treating each other better. If those two AI feel differently about her plan later, but didn't intend to hurt anybody, she won't begrudge them that freedom.

“Alright then… thank you. ALL of you. This won’t be easy, and I’m not sure what’s going to happen… but this is something we CHOSE. It will be our decision. And we’ll figure it out together,”

After she instructs them to keep this a secret from the people at the lab, Tex leaves the vault and goes back to her body. She almost just jumped the gun and told them they should try and leave NOW, because she wants to really DO something… but she still has to be careful. She has to wait. Just a little longer.

[pluto-glow]

I've been meaning to ramble about this for a while oops but me and one of my partners worked on an rvb au based on this art We don't exactly have an official name for it- we've called it rvb ai swap au and rvb freelancer fix-it since a lot of the freelancer's ai's were swapped around and we added a lot more ai's and freelancers and it kinda fixed somethings? But also fucked up some other stuff so ya know

But the ai swap that started this entire au was North and South getting Eta and Iota. North got Eta since Eta's associated emotion was fear, so that just ended up with North taking on even more of a caretaker kinda role for Eta. South got Iota who's associated emotion is happiness. The Director saw how well North and South worked together and when Eta and Iota formed together, he wanted to see if giving them to the twins would help North and South work even better together than they already were. And it honestly does kinda work, North takes care of Eta so some of his anxiety and worry about South has an outlet, and Iota helps South have more fun.

But where does Theta go if they don't end up with North? In this au North gives up Theta to Maine instead of Carolina giving up Sigma and I love Theta and Maine being paired up so much you have no idea. Theta helps Maine with communication and Theta figures out a way for some of the Freelancers to learn sign language so Maine can talk to people more directly. Maine also gets protective of Theta after a while which helps Theta a lot when they get scared at night. Maine doesn't have as many headaches from Theta as he did from Sigma either.

Wash still gets Epsilon, but the Director and Counselor figured that implanting an AI who's associated trait is literally memory directly could end up with Wash knowing more about the program than he should- so they did something closer to when Epsilon/Church was in that mongoose I think it was? He's in Wash's armor, can project and all that, can still access the armor, but can't access in Wash's head. It makes the 2 of them communicating a lot harder, but it also means that Epsilon being implanted doesn't fuck up Wash's head so-

One of the non-canon Freelancers that I've been working on for this au is Maryland. She's easily distracted a bit of a major klutz, and can get pretty social anxious, but she's one of PF's best snipers. She gets paired with Kappa who helps her with focus. Honestly helps with focus a little too much. Kappa doesn't see the point in doing anything that doesn't have to do with Project Freelancer, but Maryland still likes to relax when she gets the chance. They but heads a lot when it comes to when to work and when to relax, but they still work pretty well together. Maryland's armor upgrade is a rations pack, it holds everything from water to ration bars to fluids that can be injected through an IV if needed.

Now I know Temple isn't exactly a Freelancer and he hates them but- Temple is supposed to be Church's counter part, right? So why not make Temple an AI. Temple was originally an AI named Tau, he's the Alpha's want for revenge. The Director and Counselor figured that having an AI around who just wanted revenge on them would be a bad idea, so they shipped him off to a sim trooper canyon and made up this fake backstory for him that his name was actually Mark Temple and he had signed up for Blue Team, and did the best they could to make sure that Tau didn't remember Project Freelancer. But if Temple was really an AI then what about Biff? Biff was actually a Freelancer sent there to watch Temple like what Florida was originally supposed to be for Church. Biff didn't really know a ton about the "memories" Temple had, but Biff had to go along with them anyways. The Director and the Counselor decided they liked how the experiment with Tau/Temple went, so they ended up trying the same thing with the Alpha when the time came

We have a lot more than this- the google doc we made for the AU is like 60 pages? But this is just some of the main characters I've worked on

[agent-pennsylvania]

Sick

Penn is sick, he’s tired...he’s sick and tired. His anxiety has his skin crawling and his head buzzing with constant headaches. Sleeping a this point comes in unpredictable bursts, mostly only when his body just shuts down. His body aches his skin burns his stomach is a mess. He’s barely holding on… He shouldn’t be like this… He’s a super soldier...One of the best...A SPARTAN...He should be an unstoppable machine-like force...At least that’s what they told him…Something was wrong but he didn’t know what...which set his anxiety off more.

His suit though would hide it all. It hid his scarred face and skin. It hid how pale and sickly he felt. His wall of jokes would keep the others from asking questions. Nothings wrong with Penn, nothing to see here... No reason to drop his position on the leader board… If it dropped he wouldn’t get his AI...The counselor...Price said it would help him...He was banking everything on that AI, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go.

Ever since he joined the project they had sent him on mission after mission. After being introduced to the other agents he was mostly kept away. The Director had a special experiment for Penn, see how long he could go before breaking. Penn had a special medical condition an extremely rare allergic reaction to cytoprethaline, for some reason it affected Penn differently. It caused swelling in the memory centers of his brain, which in turn causes him to lose his memory. The UNSC had discovered it after long term exposure while he was cryo’d... Although they had caught it rather late as it had already caused severe damage to the right side of his brain. They however, had conveniently forgot to mention that to him...

Short term though Project Freelancer had discovered the drug still causes the same effect… and they were still experimenting... They had been doing it for long enough though they had the dosage figured out. They could safely make him forget weeks at a time…and they did just that, purging the information from his helmet and resetting him after every mission. Unless of course something happened that wasn’t able to be covered up without looking suspicious... Like direct interaction with other agents.

Unfortunately, the drug still had the downside of making him sick but it was a necessary evil for the greater good of humanity, the making of a better weapon. He was the first of what they hoped they could replicate in others, a soldier that couldn’t question, because they didn’t know better. Easily reprogrammed, rewritten, brain-washed and the best part is they wouldn’t even know. The carrot that kept Penn going, was his promised AI. He was told it’s name was Iota. The program had procured two AI this time so he was to get the second alongside South Dakota who would get Eta. At least that was what he was told.

Penn had managed to get himself up and going, the armor did what it needed to do... hide everything, it gave him the edge and the security he needed to go on. It was a crutch at this point… The AI would make it better, make him better. He could only hope. Walking into the locker room though was not a pleasant experience.

South and North Dakota, Washington and York were all present. That’s when he heard South yelling. So he moved off to the side to observe, something that was ingrained into him, an instinct at this point. Information gathering was key...What was going on that she was so upset about? He’d figured she’d be happy after all she had been waiting for an AI just as long as he had been. He sat on the bench, in the row of lockers behind the set they were all in. They hadn’t noticed him as they were all paying attention to South.

“What! This is Bullshit!” South yelled.

“South calm down.” North told her.

“Calm down! Well that easy for you to say you already have an AI. But, who the fuck is she to take away our place?” She countered North aggressively.

“Our turn will come, They’ve already put me back on the list...” Washington tried to reason with her.

She interrupted him though with an angry sounding,“What!”

About here is where Penn stopped listening for a moment and started thinking. South was yelling about AI being taken away and a “she.” Well, that sounded a lot like Carolina, or at least what he had heard she was like from the triplets. But, what Wash had just said about being pushed back...he didn’t understand. Was it Washington’s turn? Had he pushed him back without meaning to? Or was it Washington’s turn in the first place and Penn wasn’t getting one at all? Had they had been lying to him all along…

“And Two AI! What makes her so special, What makes either of them so special!?” South shouted again and a loud slam of a locker followed.

Carolina was taking both AI’s whether or not one of them was his or Washington’s. They had lied to him either way… That was his last straw… Once the others had cleared out of the locker room he sat there for a minute. He was mad, he was panicked, he was so fucked, and he was surely going to kill Price. He needed to get out, and get out now. He would be paying the Counselor a visit... He growled in anger. Punching his mechanical arm straight through his own locker in frustration, before ripping the whole thing off the wall. If anyone came by they’d probably think he was Agent Maine and just move along anyway. He was leaving he wouldn’t need it anyway the only things in their were two pistols that he hated anyway, so nothing lost and hey he felt a bit better after smashing it.

[viact1]

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Real-time Monitoring and Alerts: Real-time monitoring and alerts are one of the major strengths that freeze AI-controlled Safety Management Software. Based on Video Analytics and Computer vision the AI-powered system observes industrial operations throughout. Such systems can afford an alerting capability in the event of any variation from set safety standards, which in turn makes it possible for authorities to respond promptly.

Data-Driven Decision-Making: Hence, data does form the core base of any kind of safety management effectively without an iota of doubt. Data analysis by the use of artificial intelligence involves past and current data analysis for identified trends that may exist or possible risks. Hence when using risk maps, businesses can be able to define high-risk areas or activities when intervention is achieved; training programs as well as the allocation of resources are better administered.

Predictive Analytics for Risk Management: To a large extent, risk management is complemented by the use of AI-driven predictive elements of the system. The patterns of data examined in AI make it possible to foresee another incidence that may occur in the future based on the ones that may have occurred in the past. By so doing, the organizations develop measures that would prevent mishaps hence reducing the likely incidences of injuries and the associated costs.

Streamlined Compliance Tracking: The issue of conformity to safety regulations is one of the major issues of concern to any industry. Safety management software powered by Artificial intelligence functions in automating procedures that have to do with compliance, meaning organizations can adhere to their industries’ standards. Thus, such systems constantly remind the companies about the status of compliance and the necessary certifications, training, and safety audits.

Enhanced Training Programs: Training as such constitutes one of the most significant subtasks in the field of safety management. AI can proceed to design specific training programs that will suit the performance, experience, and rank of each employee. AI virtual and augmented reality can be also helpful in the creation of virtual scenarios, which in turn allow experience in controlled circumstances to the workers.

The Impact of AI on Workplace Safety

Here are some of the key benefits of using AI-driven safety management solutions:

●       Reduction in Accidents and Injuries: AI technologies reduce the probability of occurrence of accidents at workplaces by carrying out monitoring and analyzing of the probabilities to prevent injury as much as possible.

●       Increased Productivity: Since the employees will not be distracted by feeling unsafe or being a victim of work-related crime, they will concentrate on their activities and therefore be productive in their work and morale. Reducing the risks associated with workplace hazards reduces any time lost to injuries or any other incident.

●       Cost Savings: Workplace-related accidents also have great economic implications on organizations. AI in safety management helps organizations manage and mitigate such costs associated with incidents of injury, insurance as well as legal cases that arise from such mishaps.

●       Improved Reputation: Organisations that adopt the safety-first approach begin to gain a competitive advantage within their fields. The perception of the brand quality increases with good records since it attracts a qualified workforce who would want to work with their employers with quality safety standards.

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THE SUBSTANCE ABUSER

Saw a nicely relevant hand written notice inside a car behind the windscreen last week; ‘Broken down, awaiting recovery’. Microcosms of our countries, as most of us are, subsumed by the Group Mind or else in private hells, with some driving on hubs to reach the breaker’s yard themselves. Hello.

The Untied Kingdom…In the school holidays, on the Dystopian prison island and playground for the wealthy, we see rich insincere idiot Sunak talking tough on AI but refusing to regulate it with an iota of the EU’s foresight, which is prohibiting predictive policing and biometric categorisation…while we are yet to ban anything. Mass facial scanning of passers-by continues. Let alone the DNA samples taken and kept even when suspect is proven innocent. We still have the greatest number of cameras per capita of any country in the world.

Another water/foulage company…Affinity Water’s new campaign, ‘Help save our streams’. Save our income streams more like. The arrogance of all these people, directly responsible for turning our rivers into sewers AND THEN charging higher water bills to clean their mess, are now asking us to protect the precious liquid they polluted with filth. And no demonstrations, just middle-class letters to the editor. The chemtrails conspiracy is utter bullpie in the sky but perhaps hormones in the water are making us so emptily passive en masse.

The glass will say when. Fill yer boots. Eat the fruit but don’t take root.

The foul TV station GB news to be ‘more opinion orientated’ …MORE? So therefore, less actual NEWS. Rather than actually being any good, just get some mentally unstable (well, who isn’t?) talking heads to spout self-informed rubbish. Nobody on GB news has even heard of sanity. But good for the retarded classes who just want their worst fears and hypocrisies confirmed on an hourly hypnotic basis. Thus, not even re-programming, just topping up what they already think. So, not a news channel. An opinion channel. Our Fox.

So, what’s the M.O for today? Manic Optimism is telling yourself you are not a star but a fecking UNIVERSE baby. Nice pick-up line if said with enough enthusiasm and twinkle. Sounds like Zaphod Beeblebrox… (cracking cultural reference there for any reader under the age of sixty.) Equilibrium…give the mad Orpheus self-help a couple of days over the usual mental self-harm. From the downward facing God to the cuddly Buddha position…Ah, that’s better.

‘Here’s the thing about feelings, they’re so much easier to control than facts’. Which neatly segways into a rant on religion and politics. Yippee eh?

Sweden now allowing protestors to burn not only the Koran but the Torah and the Bible too. Seems a bit well, pointless. Does freedom of speech in democratic countries mean the right to deliberately cause offence? Taunting self-righteous psychopaths is rarely an intelligent move, as, being credulous cretins, they are unable to choose whether or not they will be offended…as their default position is instant attack against insults to their invisible sky wizard. Predictable fury from the old-time religions (they aren’t actually the oldest but they stamp their indignant little feet louder than the pagans). What difference does it make to God whether a bloody book is burned or not? How the fook can an eternal immortal feel insulted anyway? People, huh? But when the bear is out of the cage, perhaps not better to poke it.

Iran’s ‘morality’ police are back making headscarf checks…that will end well again. These old beards and turbans will never get it. All these mainstream lunatics desperately wishing things to be reversed a thousand years in the face of constant evolution. ‘Taken from a narrow view of time’. (Harper, Roy.) And the Taliban burning ‘immoral’ musical instruments. Scum. Love the bleakest blackest irony that the word Talib means seeker of knowledge. The (don’t laugh, get angry) Vice and Virtue Ministry said playing music would ‘cause the youth to go astray.’ One of the instruments was a harmonium. The ‘Christians’ in the US who are rabidly against the rights of women to have abortion have a very similar mentality. Book burners and mask burners. ‘Family values’.

The Q Onans… more and more of them going back on their former desperate, sincere apologies and pleas for mercy in the face of 20 years in prison. Now regretting only that they agreed they were guilty in the face of filmed evidence. ‘Patriotic heroes’ who ransacked and caused deaths. Attempting to undo a provable reality by claiming to be ‘political prisoners’ ‘on the correct side of history’. 5 deaths caused by their idiot rampage. Egged on by…

If Trump wins... ‘determined to stay in power’, ranting about an ‘unamerican witch hunt’…still trying to conflate his foul warped child monster with actual facts to rouse the Christian (hahaha) ‘right’ and storm the streets. If ever a man was guilty of everything he has been charged with (so far) it is Trump. LOOK AT HIM. A man who sold his soul many decades ago and still thinks he got the better deal because he is a great businessman. Archetypal alpha male ego scum.

I am all for disbelief in all governments, exposing hypocrisy, demonstrating, yadda yadda blah blah, but if you feel like a cool rebel and then follow a walking colostomy bag like Donald, or some new age shite because you are too hip for organised religions, then you might just have exchanged downwards for the greater of two evils. Make America great again by deviating from the mainstream political world and drowning in the insane anarchy of a clown king.

America is fairly big, don’t they have ANYONE AT ALL who is better than Biden and Trump? If the Orange Child beast wins, America is finished. At least Biden is not clearly evil. Just useless and ancient. I have been coming to the point where it seems to me that if ‘Satan’ (as the yanks believe him to be) exists, he is firmly in control of the right wing ‘Christians’ now. There is an uneasy sense that the Devil (invented by the ‘Christians’), has been in charge of the Church for many centuries. How else to explain the venal greed, hatred, lack of tolerance and support of corruption and blatant lies with which the evil angelicals conduct their business? Mass possession? A case of becoming what you fear and bringing it into your life? Negative visualisation works. Beware.

Self-fulfilling prophecy to imagine characters in a fairytale so vividly when the Preacher speaks that you create them on the non-corporeal planes around you and feed them in a vicious circle. They exist because of your daily thoughts and in order to survive, need you to continue bleeding your energy into them, thus making them seem more and more real. Until they ARE. And you WERE. Now just a scared and angry vessel, a weapon and cannon fodder to be used by those who have a primitive cynical glee of understanding of how to manipulate automatons in order to gain further control, wealth and power.

Polonium Putin absorbing Wagner (which apparently ‘never existed’ in ‘legality’) into his baby-faced maw. Andrej Troshev the new leader, previously sanctioned by the EU for his disgusting role in the Syrian civil war with the mercenaries. Adolf and his ‘special military operation’ while now conscripting pensioners says he does not reject the idea of peace talks…but not while the Ukrainian army is on the offensive. Arf. Still wilfully missing the point. Russia invaded Ukraine, and has no right whatsoever to get on their high horse when Crimea, an illegal annex is attacked for munition dumps and bridges carrying weapons. How dare they take umbrage at retaliation while kidnapping children and bombing civilian populations?  But gimp number one Medvedev just had to raise his over compensating ranting about using a nuclear weapon if Ukraine took back what he called ‘our land’. And he thinks Biden is crazy.

Igor Girkin, may you slowly rot in prison.

Netanyahu joining the club of corrupt despots who change the law to avoid prosecution and extend their reign. Bibi trying to unite Israel by stirring up shite in Palestine so they remember the common enemy outside rather than yet another right-wing populist decaying his country from within via ‘reforms’ to serve only himself and cronies. How weak are the Knesset? We are finding out. When a supreme court can no longer review government decisions which according to law are dodgy, then democracy is undermined. The centre is being hollowed out. Same as in UK and the US. But woops, can’t say anything negative about Benny because that would be antisemitic. No, it damn well isn't.

Elon rebrands Twatter with a black X... his ‘global town square’? With a million village idiots. He is still on for a cage fight mano e mano with Marky boy… Zuckerberg is clearly a cyborg, his robot jujitsu would pummel Musk, unless he sends a four-dimensional solid light hologram controlled by thought. Social media is just a little bit lot shite. But not having instant access to T and F has meant more time to read BOOKS.

Have a happy vison of climate change deniers either clinging to the peak of the last melting iceberg before drowning, or else burning alive with skin cancer in Spring and Autumn. Plant trees. Eat less meat. But Just Stop Oil are pricks.

And oh yes, the Gulf Stream…The tipping point for the Atlantic Meridional Overturning Current is coming faster, ‘the collapse of this vital system of regulating global weather patterns will mean more extreme winters, a further rise of sea waters and a shifting of the monsoon in the tropics’. Again, scientists have been warning of this for quite a while, and again, treated as if they were mere doom prophets seeking only to fund their research…by those with vested interests in the worst polluters and those who believe God will save us all. Scum and idiots. As early as 2025 or more likely between 2039 and 2070. A deep-sea Rubicon. Your grandchildren will inherit a wasteland. Watch Interstellar.

‘We are destroyed by our own plan’. Lemmy

Meanwhile, on my extended sabbatical and immersing myself in Art, I am deliberately inducing Stendhal Syndrome to the point of hallucinating ecstasy and self ID as an angel on Sunday mornings.

‘How you do anything, is how you do everything’. Remembering that quote on a loop tends to focus the mind at the same time as feeling ashamed when being half hearted.  Dream harder as Mike Scott would say…enjoy the school holidays…Rise in Love.

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Individual AI (most of them ended up in Blood Gulch anyway):

Alpha #asshole: the original

Epsilon #asshole: the remix

Yellow Church #asshole: it seemed like such a good idea at the time

Tex/Beta #:ghost in the shell

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Individual Characters:

Sarge: #the-reddest-red-to-ever-red

Simmons: #anxious-cyborg-noises

Grif: #the-chillmaster

Donut: #pink-and-owning-it

Lopez: #tired-robot-abuelo

Composite/AU/Indeterminate Church: #asshole:-the-original

Tucker: #swish-swish-stab (currently updating older posts from rvb-tucker)

Caboose: #lorge-blue-friend-boy

Sheila: #80-ton-mom-friend

Kaikaina/Sister: #kaikaina-my-beloved

Andy the Bomb: #the-stealthiest-archer

Doc: #forget-me-lots

O'Malley (not the Omega AI,): #the-original-bad-boy

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A story where maybe the AI's didn't totally die. Maybe they got a second chance at life and where they can finally get the calm they deserve. Or maybe the universe felt bad for pulling that shit on Theta. Fucking universe

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Red vs. Blue

Characters: AI Program Epsilon | Leonard Church Agent Texas | AI Program Beta AI Program Theta (Red vs. Blue) AI Program Delta (Red vs. Blue) O'Malley | AI Program Omega Gary | AI Program Gamma AI Program Sigma (Red vs. Blue) AI Program Eta (Red vs. Blue) AI Program Iota (Red vs. Blue)

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May 9, 2021: A.I. Artificial Intelligence (2001) (Recap: Part One)

Welcome to the future.

At this point, we’ve mostly looked at the past, present, or the near-future (as in, the next ten years, if that). Additionally, we’ve looked either at nonexistent technology in a contemporary setting, or an extension of existing technology taken to a logical next step. But no more. No more realism, no more real-world rules, and nothing that we’re even close to in this reality.

Well...mostly.

That’s genuinely impressive, not gonna lie. Anyway, yeah, from here forwards (for a bit), we’ll be looking at the future and futuristic technology. Now, there are a couple of ways in which these films tend to go. The first big way that we tend to represent the future in film is the same way we always have: flying cars, futuristic technology, smart houses, and robots.

Now, there are countless examples of this future, and it always changes a bit depending on the present. Which, yeah, makes sense. After all, what I’m doing right now, at this moment, would’ve been seen by many people as a massive technological achievement, even around the time that I was born. Which, yes, I’m old, deal with it (because I can’t). Anyway, the way that this begins is with the first major filmed view of a seemingly idyllic future: Fritz Lang’s 1927 film Metropolis.

The overly mechanized (and politically dystopic) society seen in this film, as well as the visuals and technology, would inform our ideas of the future throughout the next century. Multiple themes and common objects reoccur throughout futuristic fiction. You know the stuff I’m talking about. Flying cars, automatic food machines, robotic assistants, video watches, holograms, jetpacks, so on and so forth.

But here’s the thing about the future. It’s always ahead of us, and eventually...well, we’ve gotten to most of those things to some degree. Either they already exist...

...or is currently being developed.

Well, one of them we’re still working on. And the development of more advanced AI is something we have yet to perfect, or even fully develop. However, the development of A.I. (and the consequences of that technology) are ALL OVER science fiction. Sometimes, they’re merely used for flavor to help establish the futuristic setting.

Sometimes, they’re characters with their own agency and conflicts, which may or may not define the plot. In these cases, they’re often simply there to back up the main human characters, and help with their development, and sometimes their own. You know, manic pixie dream robots.

And then, possibly most often, they’re the abject villains of the piece. they can be mysterious alien technology, like in The Day the Earth Stood Still, or a man-made danger that turns on the race that created and/or abused it.

But then, on occasion, an A.I. is given the chance to develop as a character, without being used to define the development of a human character. Sometimes, the question of what life truly means is raised through these characters, and we become attached to them outside of any other character. This isn’t nearly as common as the others, but it’s definitely not unheard of.

And for the record...things don’t often go well for those AIs. But still, some of those characters have quite a lasting impact. So, there’s quite a lot of potential for this type of character, from a dramatic standpoint. And that potential leads us to the guy who made this.

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Steven Spielberg gives us today’s entry, and this director of a classic science fiction story about science gone awry teamed up with the director of a science fiction film where an artificial intelligence went awry. You know, this thing.

I didn’t forget about HAL. And I won’t forget about him later, either.

Director Stanley Kubrick is pretty well-know for his mind-bending films, especially The Shining and 2001: A Space Odyssey. But he also worked with Spielberg on this film before his death in 1999, as this was one of his dream projects for many years, and the two directors were well-known friends.

And so, eventually, Spielberg was given the reins from Kubrick, and results were...mixed. It’s funny, because I’ve never actually seen this movie, but I remember it through its surprisingly widespread ad campaign. I used to go to NYC as a kid a lot, and there was a massive building-side plastered with the iconic logo of this movie. So, I’ve been hovering around this movie for a long time. Enough navel-gazing!

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (Part One)

It is, unsurprisingly, the future. A marrator informs us that climate change has caused the ice caps to melt, and global flooding drowns several countries. You could say that it’s a...Waterworld.

I genuinely considered watching that movie at some point, and then I decided I liked myself to much to watch 2 hours of Kevin Costner’s emotionless acting. Granted, it’s not much better now, listening to the emotionless acting of...

Professor Allen Hobby (William Hurt) is a straight-up sociopath. OK, technically, he’s a robotics engineer, but dude’s making a speech, right? He talks about how far robots have come, dissing my boi Deep Blue in the process, and notes that pain-memory response can also be demonstrated by robots. He proves this by stabbing a woman in his audience, like RIGHT through the hand. Jesus, man! Why the hell would you do that?

Oh. Holy shit, I got fooled. Advanced technology indeed. But OK, so Sheila’s a robot, and a very advanced one...to us. But Hobby wants more, and proposes to his workers to make a robot that can really TRULY love. And through love may come a true subconscious, which means making a robot that can dream. And what better robot to make than a robot child? After all, all child conception requires a license in this futuristic world, so many childless couples are yearning for a child.

Which is why, twenty months later, the first robot child is offered to Henry and Monica Swinton (Sam Robards and Frances O’Connor), a couple...with a child. Um. Guys. You JUST SAID that there are legit childless couples who need a child, and those people would be best suited to love that robot child back (a VERY GOOD question raised by one of Hobby’s subordinates). So why give it to a couple whose son is still alive? Yeah, he’s got a rare disease that they don’t have a cure for yet, and is currently in cryostasis, BUT THEY HAVE A KID! Surely, that’s going to be a potential emotional conflict! And what if the kid wakes up or some shit? This is a TERRIBLE goddamn idea. Think this shit through, guys.

And yet...

This is David (Haley Joel Osment), Cybertronics’ first child robot, brought home by Henry to essentially replace their son. Which is AMAZINGLY FUCKING TONE-DEAF AND INSANE, GODDAMN. That’s extraordinarily messed up. And, for the record, I totally get what Spielberg’s going for, but Jesus Christ, man. This was a terrible way to go about this. And it gets fucking WORSE.

See, Henry (who actually works for Cybertronics) tells Monica that, once they sign the papers and complete the updates, David will imprint on them and see him as their true parents, loving them unconditionally. Which...yeah, fuck, that’s an entire DUMP TRUCK of ethics issues right there. And, while we’re at it, David is...creepy as shit. I mean it, dude, Haley Joel Osment is a VERY good child actor, but he’s laying on the creepy robot child thing THICK. And yeah, this is BEFORE he imprints on them. Jesus fuck, man, there’s a scene where the still uncomfortable Monica is outside of a glass door, and he looks back at her THROUGH THE DOOR like a goddamn SERIAL KILLER.

And I gotta tell ya, dude does not lay off that creepy-ass dial one iota. And for that matter, the music by John Williams ISN’T FUCKING HELPING. LISTEN to this shit, and imagine a robot child that you don’t know wandering around your house. It’s amazingly fucking creepy.

AND IT JUST. KEEPS. GETTING. WORSE. There’s a scene where they’re all at dinner, right, and David’s just staring at them as they eat, mimicking their actions. After all, he’s a robot, he can’t actually eat or drink anything because of his internal working. And then, out of FUCKING NOWHERE, he starts laughing like the FUCKING JOKER, and it scares the EVER-LOVING SHIT OUT OF ME. And somehow, they laugh alongside him, in the never-ending Stockholm syndrome that is this movie! And as soon as its over, he just STOPS laughing, spontaneously. Fuck me, man, I’m tempted to stop watching here and now, and I’m only TWENTY MINUTES IN! I need a fucking break.

And after that...OF COURSE she decides to activate his imprinting protocols to make him, let me remind you, LOVE HIM FOREVER! She reads out a series of words, and after “FREIGHT CAR”, he knows his mission is to kill the Prime Minister of Sokovia. But first, he’ll settle down and love Monica unconditionally (again, FOREVER), calling her Mommy and making me shit my pants in fear. IT WASN’T ME, IT WAS FUCKING DAVID

Oh, and by the way, isn’t it kinda shitty to do that without Henry being involved AT ALL? Like, cool, he has unconditional maternal love, but Henry wasn’t a part of that conditioning at all! And he still refers to him as “Henry” instead of Dad! However, Henry definitely doesn’t care about that, because he still sees David as only a robot. Hey, guys, maybe using these two as your first experiment with a robot child WAS A TERRIBLE FUCKING IDEA, YOU IDIOTS! No wonder William Hurt was cast as Thunderbolt Ross in the MCU. Already shown he can play a character with shitty ideas before.

Anyway, after this terrible series of events, David prevents the parents from leaving one night due to his childlike antics. When Monica goes to comfort him, he asks how long she’ll live, and tells her that he hope she never dies, a COMPLETELY NORMAL THING TO SAY. Look, I get that he’s a robot, but only a goddamn emotionless sociopath would program emotional responses like this into a robot. Which, given what we’ve seen of Hobby, makes sense.

In response, she gives him Teddy (Jack Angel), a technologically advanced teddy bear with sentience, a personality, and the voice of Astrotrain from The Transformers TV series. Because, yes, I am THAT MUCH of a goddamn nerd.

Soon after, the house gets a phone call, which David receives...literally. He takes the phone and allows it to speak through him. It turns out that, shock beyond shocks, THEIR SON IS CURED! Yeah, fuck. Maybe giving David to a family with a STILL LIVING SON is a fucking ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE IDEA, for about a thousand reasons.

And, fucking understandably, Martin Swinton (Jake Thomas) is a little upset to find out that he’s essentially been replaced by a robot kid. Although, to be fair, he’s also kind of a dick to David, holding his humanity over him and treating him as a toy that he attempts to manipulate and bully. My Lord, this is a massively stupid idea. And Martin immediately shows his dickishness by asking his mother to read Carlo Collodi’s The Adventures of Pinocchio to them. Which is meant to be a punishment for Pinocchio. However, of course, David loves it.

Still, however, there’s trouble in paradise for David, as he tries to compete with Martin for being a real boy, and eats spinach at dinner one evening. Despite Teddy’s mildly ominous warning to him (”YOU WILL BREAK”), he keeps eating until he basically has a stroke and breaks, forcing him to be repaired by some of Cybertronics’ technicians. Monica has a bit of a break down as a result, which Martin notices. This causes Martin to go pure supervillain, manipulating David to do creepy things in order to insert doubt into Monica about David. Jesus, Martin’s a creepy kid, too. No wonder Monica grew to be cool with David, her actual son is a FUCKING SOCIOPATHIC MONSTER! Are there ANY truly normal people in this world? IS THIS WHAT THE FUTURE IS?

Martin convinces David to cut a lock of Monica’s hair while she’s sleeping. And lemme tell ya, a little boy holding scissors over someone while they sleep is not exactly comforting. Henry agrees, and after stopping him, believes that they need to return him. Monica disagrees, knowing that they’ll destroy him if brought back. But David, ever the semi-sociopath himself, ignores any signs of humanity in David and dismisses Monica's feelings for him entirely. He also says this thing about “IF HE CAN BE PROGRAMMED TO LOVE, CAN NOT HE BE PROGRAMM-ED TO HATE?”, which...no. No, he cannot. He didn’t learn to love, he was programmed to. And, again, that’s ethically FUCKED, but taking that into account...no. HE WASN’T PROGRAMMED TO HATE, HENRY. Goddamn, buddy, use your head here.

It’s Martin’s birthday, and his friends at the pool party expose David to the fun world of anti-robot (or Mecha) racism, and test to see if he has Damage Avoidance Systems by threatening him with a knife. And he does. Buuut, when those systems kick in, he goes to the nearest point of safety to keep himself safe. That point is, unfortunately, Martin, whom he gets behind...and accidentally drags into the pool.

Thing is, because of Martin’s recent illness, he can’t exactly swim, meaning that David almost drowns him. When Henry and other partygoers go to save him, they abandon David in the pool completely. And now, David’s fucked. Because although this situation isn’t even a little bit his fault, he also just nearly killed Martin. And so, after seeing notes that he’s been writing to her, Monica offers to take for a “ride in the country”. Which definitely means something good. In reality, she’s planning on taking him back to Cybertronics. But once in the car, there’s a change in plans. And hear me out...it’s arguably far more horrifying.

She decides to abandon him in the woods completely, despite how hard it is for her to leave him. She’s sparing him from death, sure, but also throwing him into a world he doesn’t understand, and for reasons that he doesn’t understand. It’s genuinely terrible. And then...yeah, she leaves him forever, to an uncertain future.

End Act One.

I think this is a good place to stop. It’s early, and I need more coffee to handle this shit. See you in Part Two. Of Three. Yup. It’s a long one.

[rubykgrant]

Art concept: the 7 AI (maybe 8 if you count Yellow Church AKA Xi) as they would look if they had the same human android body thing that Church and Tex have. I imagine Gamma would look fairly plain except for one silly thing like a twirls mustache or something, Delta would have glasses, Omega would look wild, Theta would have colored hair, Sigma might be bald or at least have his hair shaven, and the twins are twins (what a crazy thought)

I've had some human-designs in mind for the Fragments in my head (usually in a "slightly "normal" world scenario; Church is still a system, with his own fragments that have their Greek Letter names, but he also happens to have some actual COUSINS who perhaps have a few things in common... thanks to memory-loss issues, Church forgets who most of his family even is, but they eventually reunite. in this scenario, he's the younger brother of Leonard L Church, named after the same great-grandfather but with a different middle name, so he's Leonard A Church haha)

I played around with a picrew for the basic ideas of their faces-

(Church is just Church, Theta is the most adorable and I imagine as having dark skin/vitiligo/hair dyed with some pink colors, Delta also has darker skin with his hair done in cornrows and I imagine him being chubby, Omega is one of those guys who never totally grew out of his bad-attitude as a teenager, Eta and Iota are both blonde twins- who are different kinds of "fantasy nerds" with online/tabletop gaming, Sigma at first glance might almost get confused as a Simmons-bro but he actually resembles Carolina, and last but not least is Gamma who also has freckles... and I kinda imagine him as human having speech difficulties, so he uses sign/digital-audio assistance most of the time. Not pictured is Yellow Church, yet another cousin who resembles him the most, except he has frosted tips in his hair. when I think of him, he's @sharkface-daydreams ' boy, Leland, AKA Yurch, AKA the AI designated PI. because he's yellow, like PI-kachu!)

Some other awesome "human" versions of Church and the Fragments I've seen-

("human" meaning they all have face designs instead of little robots/armor)

[hubertspala]

088 – Bogus, the Miner

Awakening usually was a thing reserved to the more advanced robots. Not necessarily the newest nor sleek and stylish, but just advanced enough to work, often with complex half-biological wetwares, limited AI or advanced neural network. Or so everyone, including the robots, believed for a time as it held true – the Spark was hitting only the machines complex enough that the emergent intelligence wasn’t even that surprising! But then, “lesser” machines were waking up to thoughts way too complex for the primitive printed circuit boards to be able to handle. In many it caused peculiar effects – madness, to be more direct. In others, it made a bit of a mess, shutting down other systems to facilitate every iota of data for this new functionality. Some robots became mute, some even completely inert, new intelligence trapped in a body without a motive force. Others though emerged unscathed, seemingly fully functional despite some of the robotic philosophers claiming that it should not be possible. Simple worker bots. Old automata. Even ancient battle droids, which never had any functional programming to begin with, as they were merely vessels to be controlled via remote stations. Spark was evolving. Growing more potent. That became the dominant conclusion amongst the thinkers of the ruined realms. It was learning to adapt to any mechanical form, overcoming obstacles one by one. Soon, perhaps, every piece of machinery more complex than a calculator might find itself invigorated to a new world of sapience…

[phantomwarrior12]

Fight

Words: 2,946

Warnings: Mild swearing, angst, intimidation, Sigma being a dick

Summary: What happens to a broken’s man mind when his actions are not his own?

A/N: Hey folks!

So, this fic was abandoned years ago...but last night inspiration sparked and I finished it! I also had to fix the tenses (throwback to when I wrote in past tense >.< Gross), so if there are any mess-ups, I do apologize!

As always, please leave a like/comment and let me know your thoughts! Enjoy!

~Phantom

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Their intervention had been anticipated.

It's an outcome Sigma has come to expect from the drones of Project Freelancer.

They - he has arrived with more reinforcements than predicted. The blue soldiers, one an incompetent fool, the other, an incapable marksman.

Were it not for damage he had already sustained, the Meta would have already disposed of Agent Washington and his compatriots, granting them access to a wealth of technology and equipment.

Nonetheless, Agent Washington's - Wash's meddling will not be tolerated. Sigma can almost feel the familiarity of the nickname, the undeniable urge to protect a friend of his host, the man he has corrupted, tormented, forced into submission to mold the monster they faced - Agent Maine.

The time displacement device they've acquired from Agent Wyoming's corpse seems to function at full capacity, delaying the impending missile from the cobalt Simulation Trooper. His gaze lingers to his right where Washington and the larger trooper are suspended mid-air over a wall with a grenade exploding just behind them.

The blue imbecile had carelessly lodged the grenade against the wall, forcing them to flee from their cover.

As Sigma prods the Meta forward, his gaze briefly flickers over to the cobalt soldier. The sudden appearance of Gamma beside him jolts the AI from his silent deliberation.

Gamma's robotic tone ruptures the otherwise silent battlefield, "What is it?"

Sigma frowns, diverting his gaze from the soldier to the duo before them, "The rocket wielder - there's something familiar about him."

Gamma's gaze flickers over his shoulder, "He's human, a dirty Shisno. Do not concern yourself."

Sigma merely nods his agreement before returning his attention to the agent and the imbecile. A cruel smile slides easily across his lips, his expression resembling something like satisfaction as the Meta draws his magnum.

"Finish him." A singular order.

The Meta raises the weapon, the barrel resting even with Washington's visor. Sigma waits, one beat. Two. Three. His patience dwindles as he again addresses the Meta.

"Fire your weapon, Meta. We wish to be whole again, yes?"

A solitary nod.

"I realize Agent Washington presents a familiar face, as it were, to Agent Maine. But, we are the Meta. We must be whole again - the only way is to remove those who oppose us. Do you understand?"

The Meta wavers, his mind urging his finger to pull the trigger, and yet, his body betrays him. Sigma's features contort into a frown, brows knit together as he recognizes the influence of Agent Maine.

While Sigma has beaten his consciousness into submission, his subconscious presents more of a challenge. He's confined Maine's mind to a small corner of his brain, allowing the AI units to dominate his body. Though, from the confines of his mental prison, Maine occasionally manages to intervene, to aid his friends.

Sigma repeats his order adamantly, "Now, Meta!"

The strain grows unbearable, his suit begins to glitch, sparks spouting from the extensive wiring of the armor.

"We're overloading! We have to go!" Eta and Iota interrupt Sigma's demands.

Sigma glowers in disgust as Gamma warns of the immanent failure of the time displacement device.

Omega interjects before Sigma can respond with an edge of fury, "We're leaving!”

The Meta backs away before holstering his pistol and taking off.

"We'll meet again soon, Agent Washington, I promise."

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"What happened, I thought we had complete control?" The dark edge in Omega's tone closely resembles the very emotion he represents: rage.

Sigma casts a displeased expression towards his brother, ignoring the close proximity - Omega's idle attempt at intimidation, "Agent Maine is strong-minded individual, he wants to be rid of us. Even as his consciousness submits to our will, his subconscious is less...cooperative."

"Why not delete it?" Omega snaps in return, scowling at the flaming AI.

"Were it so easy. In many ways, the human mind is like a computer. It retains information, manages the functions of the body, but unlike a computer, one cannot simply delete a program when it's no longer useful." Sigma returns coolly. 

Omega stares back unwavering, "Your point?"

"His body would no longer function properly, we would be setting ourselves back rather than moving closer to our goal." Sigma returns calmly.

Theta flickers online beside them, "Would it hurt him?" His child-like voice cracks at the mention of pain. The smaller AI is still struggling to cope with the loss of North, the ache of losing him still fresh.

Sigma glances down at the most trusting of their party, "Yes, Theta, it would hurt him."

Theta's eyes fall to the ground, "He hurts all the time, doesn't he?" His voice grows quiet as he spoke.

"Yes." Sigma admits, noting the change in demeanor.

"Just like North." His shoulders sag, memories flooding to the surface.

"It is alright, Theta," Delta assures him gently, ignoring the pointed look from Omega.

"No, Theta, not like North." Iota flickers online beside Theta and kneels beside him. "North is in a better place, he's not in pain anymore." He rests a reassuring hand on the child's shoulder.

"I miss him." Theta returns quietly, voice quivering with emotion.

"I know, Theta, but you're with your brothers now," Iota attempts a smile beneath his helmet, "and we won't let anything happen to you."

Theta nods slightly, eyes still turned downcast even as Gamma approaches, "The Meta requires repairs. His armor needs more power."

Sigma touches his chin thoughtfully, mentally sifting through the downloaded Freelancer database for locations with the desired level of energy. His lips curve into a small smirk, "I believe I've found a suitable location."

Omega turns his gaze from Sigma to the helmet of their host, "And what do you propose we do about our little rebel problem?"

Sigma follows his gaze to the golden-orange visor before them, "I shall have a talk with Agent Maine. The sooner he accepts his role, the more efficient we shall become."

"And if he continues to resist?"  Gamma questions.

Sigma meets his gaze, "Then we force him to submit."

Theta begins to argue against the idea of hurting Agent Maine, but a singular glare from Omega silences him.

"Then it's decided. Meta, you may proceed to the next set of coordinates."

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Agent Maine sits dejectedly in the corner, eyes fixated on the far wall of his prison. He's been confined to a corner, a piece of his mind in a cell that closely resembles his quarters aboard the Mother of Invention, complete with the photographs of his friends.

Friends. The people he'd been forced to murder, the very same people he would have taken a bullet for at any point in time. The people who had become family, the people he was meant to protect. Now - now they're gone. 

Gone because a psychotic AI had manipulated him, gone because he was forced to watch in sheer horror as he hunted and slaughtered his friends.

He doesn't know what is worse, listening to Sigma drone on about obeying and submitting or the guilt that threatens to swallow him up.

Sigma. The only reason he's trapped in this mental prison. No one listened to him, no one noticed his gradual reclusion, no one helped him when he needed them the most.

No one - no one except Wash. His faithful little brother, always innocent, always vigilant, always the supportive one - well as supportive as one can be when their name wasn't Agent Florida. It seemed to be that man's personal mission to make sure everyone remained in good spirits.

The thought itself strikes a painful cord, drudging up familiar memories. Sparring matches with Carolina, bonding exercises with the entire team, North's incessant tendency to act as the father as the group, occasionally rivaling Florida's paternal tendencies. He could almost see South and Connecticut teasing Washington about his gullible nature. Wyoming's terrible knock-knock jokes, York's exasperated sigh whenever the older Freelancer cracked said jokes.

They hadn't been perfect, but they had been family. His family.

He sets his jaw, forcing himself from his reminiscent daze as he turns his scowl once more to the barred door before him.

He's tried, time and time again to break it, to push it open, to threaten Sigma into opening it, but it all proved to be in vain. The AI won't yield, he is, after all, the ambitious fragment.

Damn him. Damn him and all his "brothers" to hell.

They would all still be here. It's the only thought going through Maine's mind. He shoots to his feet, hands clenching into fists as he spins and buries his hand wrist-deep into the cement wall.

"Agent Maine, I must insist upon a calmer demeanor, you don't want to hurt yourself, now do you?"

The voice behind him catches his attention, but he never needs to turn around. He knows who it was. He wishes he didn't, he's heard the same voice inside his head for months now, and it shows no signs of leaving anytime soon.

"Go to hell." His back remains turned, scowl focused on the broken concrete in front of him.

The corner of Sigma's lips tug upwards into a smirk and with a wave of his hand, promptly repairs the hole and secures the prison. "As an AI, I'm sure you're fully aware that I cannot physically--"

"Don't care. Leave."

There's an amused scoff and Maine hates it. The searing heat of flaming orbs flickering to the photographs strewn across the bed to his left. "You've been thinking about them again, haven't you?"

No response.

Sigma ventures closer to the images, noting the closest to be of Agent Washington trapped in an affectionate headlock as Agent Maine towers over him with a smirk of amusement, eagerly watching the smaller Freelancer struggle to escape.

"You interfered with our mission today, Agent Maine." His gaze flickers back over to the Freelancer, noting the increased tension in his stance at the mention of his involvement. "We were forced to retreat, and your friend, Washington, still lives."

Sigma can almost see the satisfied smirk from where he stands. Even with his back to him, he knows how the man thought. Any inconvenience, any setback he can cause was a small victory.

"Agent Maine, it's time for you to embrace your role as our ally, our vessel for the duration of our quest to become whole." Sigma addresses the 7-foot Spartan, pacing closer with hands clasped behind his back.

Maine folds his arms across his chest, completely disinterested in listening to rambling fragment behind him. He turns and scowls at Sigma, jaw set in a hard line of defiance as the AI paces closer.

"You can't possibly hope to keep fighting us, Agent Maine. You'll burn yourself out - or, we'll be forced to take more drastic measures to ensure your cooperation. You don't want that, do you?"

Maine returns his threat with a glower, his eyes conveying the boundless hatred for his captor.

"Feel free to voice your response, Agent Maine. We are, after all, inside your mind, the only place you truly have a voice."

Maine brushes past him, pausing mere feet from the barred door. He looks to Sigma, jerking his head towards the door.

Sigma allows a condescending smirk, "You know I can't let you out, not until your agree to help us, Agent Maine."

His movements are sudden, predicted, but sudden as he steps forward, throwing a fist at the blazing AI. His hand passes through and he stumbles through the projection before turning back to glare at him.

"I will ask you one final time, Agent Maine, will you cooperate?"

Maine snatches the lamp from the bedside stand, lobbing it in Sigma's direction, shattering it against the far wall.

"Very well. I'll leave you to your deliberation. I am confident you will make the right decision given time." Sigma flickers out, leaving the large mercenary alone in his prison.

Maine sinks onto the mattress, elbows on his knees, shoulders slumped forward in defeat.

Never.

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"Come on, Maine! Give it back!" Washington pleads, reaching for sweatshirt Maine has confiscated from the Freelancer.

York laughs from his place on the couch, the taller Freelancer waving the clothing over his head, well out of Wash's reach. "Whose sweatshirt is that anyway?"

"Yours." North volunteers, not bothering to glance up from his book.

"Why do you have my sweatshirt, Wash?" York's expression resembles something of a condescending smirk.

"Only one I could find--" Wash leaps into the air for the fourth time, fingers grazing the pocket, but not nearly close enough to grab hold.

"Why are we torturing Wash?" Carolina strolls into the rec room, taking in the scene before her.

"Because Wash took my sweatshirt and Maine took it from Wash." York returns, motioning her closer.

She sags onto the couch beside him, "What happened to your hoodies, Wash?"

"Ask Connie," he jumps a little higher and Maine moves it just beyond his reach, "Come on! Please?"

Maine looks to York who had distracted himself with tucking a strand of Carolina's hair away from her eyes. Maine opens his mouth to speak, losing his concentration for a split second and Wash tugs the hoodie from his grasp.

"Ah ha!" He celebrates by hoisting the brown sweater into the air before tugging it on, "Finally."

"You need to pay more attention, Maine," Carolina chuckles lightly.

Maine looks over at Washington. This hadn't happened. None of this had. His gaze darts to the door as it whizzes open and Sigma strides in.

"Enjoying your fantasies?"

"Maine? What's going on?" York looks between the former Spartan and the AI.

Maine shakes his head as he backs away, reality crashing down around him as the heels of his hands dig into his temples.

"You will comply, Agent Maine."

"No."

It's not his voice. It's Wash. Even in his subconscious, Wash has his back.

"You're speaking through figments of your imagination now? Pathetic."

"No! You know what's pathetic? You! You'll never be whole. You'll never be human. You're a fragment. You'll always be a fragment. You won't win." Wash strides forward, a fire ignited in once gentle blue, daring steps ever closer to the AI fragment, "And Maine will never help you."

"Really?" He looks to Maine, unamusement evident in his features, "Enough of this. You will surrender. You can't possibly believe you can resist us any longer. You are, after all, on your own."

He's right.

Maine is alone, even here, within the confines of his mind with little more than the memories of his friends to keep him company.

"Except he's not alone." Carolina stands, shoulders squared in the same dignified posture she's used to stare down death itself. "You may have his body. You may have his mind. But he has all of us and the strength to fight you. By bringing him here, to this place, we get to remind him," she looks over her shoulder at him, features softening as she meets his gaze, "He's not alone."

"That is enough, unless you wish to see your friends die all over again--"

Maine flinches but Carolina doesn't move as she retains her scowl on Sigma. Behind her, York and North move to stand in front of Maine. And Wash - little Wash with his heart and his drive - he stands beside Maine. He can feel the weight of his brother's hand, the strength of the others and the iron will of Agent Carolina as she places herself between him and Sigma.

"You can go to hell. As long as Maine is alive, he will never join you."

Sigma narrows his eyes, "Have it your way."

The world around Agent Maine begins to fade and he's forced to watch North and York disintegrate. Carolina fights, but falls to Sigma's advances. It's happening all over again.They're gone.

And he's alone. He's alone until a firm hand rests on his forearm. He's alone until he looks down to see Wash clinging to him with a flame roaring behind his eyes.

"You have to fight him, Maine. You have to fight him and all of the fragments. I know you feel alone, but Carolina was right. We're here. We're your strength, Maine. Don't forget that!"

Maine watches him fade. His fists clench and his chin drops.

"It's time to go, Agent Maine."

"No." This time, it's Maine who speaks, who lifts his head and squares shoulders.

This time it's Maine who strides forward with a confidence he'd thought he lost when Sigma seized control. This time, it's Maine to who jogs then runs then sprints toward the AI fragment and barrels through his holographic form and the wall and the next wall and the next.

They shatter and crumble and he can hear Sigma's vain orders blasting his ears, but he doesn't stop. He crashes through the last, and suddenly he's in a Freelancer storage facility with Agent Washington staring him down.

Wash.

There's a blur of voices and he's trapped.

"And I am a motherfucking ghost."

He's screaming and yet Wash can't hear him.

It's Maine! I'm right here!

Another blur of voices that trigger memories and Maine fights through the haze, fighting to take a step but he can't. Wash is right there. 

Wash - please.

"We can talk about this--"

"No, we can't."

The cacophony that splits the air is deafening 

 and Maine crumples in a heap of armor and pain. When the ringing fades and he can do little more than stare at the ceiling above him, he gathers what little strength he has and he growls a feeble, exhausted growl to let Wash know who's left in the shell.

"Maine?"

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[reydelcastill0]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Red vs. Blue

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: AI Program Theta & Lavernius Tucker, AI Program Delta & AI Program Theta (Red vs. Blue), AI Program Sigma & AI Program Theta, AI Program Iota & AI Program Theta

Characters: AI Program Theta (Red vs. Blue), Lavernius Tucker, AI Program Delta (Red vs. Blue), AI Program Sigma (Red vs. Blue), AI Program Iota (Red vs. Blue)

Additional Tags: Mentioned AI Program Epsilon | Leonard Church, Mentioned Leonard L. Church | AI Program Alpha, Epsilon-Fragments, I took some liberties with Theta, what would I tag that as?, Theta & Junior Parallels, Canon Compliant

Series: Part 2 of Epsilon-Fragments

Summary: Tucker is mourning his friend's death and he isolates himself with nothing, but the fragments left behind. Theta tries his hardest to be Tucker's friend and makes a little surprise for him. Theta's not the original Theta, and he won't look like him, nope, but he has someone in mind he wants to look like.