#repair corrupt system files

[styafiya-blog]

The corrupt System that controls us: an analysis

To take any stands for what you believing take a lot of understanding about the world around you when you can see the corrupt Systems controls everything moving and floating,machine, and computer software or anything else that you want to discover on your own. you have to be ready to face the world that they controls with what they tell them. if you can see the side that listening to word and believe without no proof of what they hire that will change the way you look at the human behaviors  populations. I live in Jamaica Queen’s new Adventures  york I experience  personal development of the  people that doesn't understand that when they are doing  music it is not like streets deals that doesn't govern under law of government papers works they taking action speed against the copyright rules that  protects the American public decoration independent law. I learned they hack my tablets phone Macbook own all the songs note instrumental videos creation they when as for playing them on commercial radio online radio and forgetting who  is the real creator. I see lot of them in the public pointing fingers after they did that my question is to whoever reads  this article what type of people steal from you and don't give you  your credit I let you solve it and find the answer remember all nations did that.

Let look at my situation, I have no job system send law man to  attack me day and night when the other one sleep the other one verbally picking fight and you have to keep your cool. remember now no money not coming at all I can't pay rent or phone bill cannabis smoking is off the my lists because I need money to by that when I am in the street trying avoiding troubles where I stay at I get pick  on lie too all day keeping mind I am doing business online and one side of the system giving douity to steal from  my internet income and blocking the flow of my net  on top of that  all the business I do with mailing they post office law stops  all pay checks  some night I go to bed without food hopes that someone that I send the 32 complain wakeup to what new york police is doing  going against the law that protects the American public people.

What I found so strange is that I am running more than 16 blogs online the government that I continue to contact about web stealing and hacked,  I thought they was going to promote one of them to see how they do web stealing ,all my music pages and websites  block from the search engines I realized they taking to me as if everything is okay I believe they are tricking the  hold worldwide population of people and not telling them they are keeping I down and doing business with my mind.  I tell myself I will never live in down falls America that killing stars for they creation  questions to the public worldwide people how they know that they are stealing from the people web if they don't promote one of my blogs or websites that the wrong system  is completely controlling.

[thebarrows]

put them in a room together and no one will come out alive (●'◡'●)

[r2y9s]

humans. can also lick things :)

[Disco Elysium]

Detective Double Yefreitor Harrier Du Bois and His Android Partner K1M-57 or something idk

[ya-zz]

Hi, I am back. Work be killing me, but I’m here to kill everyone else.

Ramattra and reader.

Similar to one of your personal pieces where reader has to repair him, but they mess up somewhere and his memory is corrupted of them so he hates reader, despite them fixing him.

I will personally send you a curveball to put in there too.

You’re welcome. Enjoy.

Yikes, you're back-

Fr tho, this was fun, but not because I didn't have to write some of it- Alternate ending vibes.

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1707 (1243 newly written)

A/N: I was told to use part of a personal fic for this. It's like an alternate ending so to speak.

Read the original here

You had no idea how much time had passed before Angela had let you go. Hanzo walked with you to the workshop to make sure you were truly okay before leaving you for a training session with Genji.

Upon entering, you are met with what you had left. Ramattra was still standing there with no power. Some dust had begun to settle on his chassis so you made quick and gentle work of brushing it off.

Checking the monitor, all tests had come back green. All was good. You direct the current through again.

Orange.

Red.

Switched off.

You scream. Like actually scream, throwing a piece of scrap metal at the wall.

"Three weeks of work for nothing!" Tears stream down your face as you keep running the current but was getting nowhere. "Fuck, what the actual hell am I supposed to do..."

Omnics didn't come with an on button.

…

Wait…

You rummage through the spare parts, a small piece rattled at the bottom of the box. Despite feeling somewhat relieved you missed something, you were utterly pissed off with yourself for actually missing something.

Pondering for a moment, you realise where this piece belongs. A small hole underneath his back plate, hidden among cables and wires.

Sonofabitch…

After about another hour of fucking about with everything in his back, you had the piece inserted and flipped up.

Reassembling his back, you head over to direct a current.

Orange.

Red.

Blue.

You could hear hissing which meant his fans were working. A small digital noise escapes from the omnic as his arms twitch, head tilting to the side.

You stand there, body frozen.

"Ramattra?"

His head tilts back up, now directly facing you.

Nothing was said for a moment. The two of you just staring at each other.

��I demand you release me.” He says and his tone was serious. 

“I have some final checks to do before I can let you go-” You attempt to explain. 

“My systems have come back intact.” He states. “Release me this instant.” 

You stare at him blankly. He was never this rude to you before, what has gotten- 

“Oh no…” You mutter, rushing over to the computer to run a quick file check.

“Human!” He rattles against the wires and restraints he was bound by. 

The panic and fear rise within your body as you look at the screen. 

[ MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED ]

“Why…?” Tears prick your eyes as you stare at the computer screen. You ignore the shouting coming from behind you as you run diagnostics, trying to find out why and how it got corrupted, why is it only the memory file that is corrupted? 

Everything else was intact. His HUD settings, system files and drives were all working perfectly. 

Something shattered on the floor which startled you, causing you to turn and face Ramattra. He was approaching, and fast. The stark white faceplate you had grown to love looked menacing, intimidating as he took quick and calculated steps towards you. 

Then your stomach drops. You were cornered. The only escape was behind him and you didn’t take a liking to jumping out of the window… and the delivery shaft was on the ground floor. Perfect.

“There is no escape, human.” His hand grabs you by the throat, squeezing tightly. “What did you do to me?” 

Your hands grab and scratch at his arm. “Let- Let go of me.” Through struggled breaths, you speak to him, tone calm and hopeful, hopeful that he will let go. 

“What-” his grip got tighter, “did you do to me?” 

“Nothing, I swear-” 

“Where am I?” He glares at you, optics looking down at you, watching the panic rise, the heat in your face getting higher as the blood burns inside. 

“My workshop.” Tension was building quickly in your head and your chest was getting tighter as you continue to struggle for air. “Please-”

His grip loosens slightly, enough for you to gasp and choke but he doesn’t let you go. “Pitiful.” He spits. 

“Ramattra, please-” Attempt one. He has to remember. 

He cocks his head to the side as he processes your words before he hums. “How do you know my name?”

System settings were intact.

You stare at him, hands dropping from his arm. “What… What do you remember?” With that question, you hear his fans pick up speed, a little noisier than you remember. 

“Shambali. My brothers. Brother Mondatta and Zenyatta.” He halts, servos twitching on your neck. “Where are they?” 

“Zenyatta is here.”

“Brother Mondatta?”

“Mondatta…” You trail off. It had been several years since Mondatta’s assassination. You feel his hand squeeze. “Mondatta was killed a few years ago.” 

Ramattra freezes. “That cannot be right.” 

“I’m sorry, Ramattra.” You look up at him with sympathy. 

Something clicks within his system, his hand tensing without him commanding it to. His vocaliser stutters with static and his optics going in an aperture frenzy. The grip on your throat tightens to the point you feel something snap, and pain shoots up. 

Blood pools in your mouth, dripping down onto his hand. 

Your gargled noises and attempts to free yourself break Ramattra free of his system glitch and he drops you immediately. Your body falls to the floor with a harsh thud as you cough up the blood that had seeped into your lungs. 

Despite the pain you were in, you manage to sit up, sitting with your back resting on the filing cabinet. 

Ramattra kneels down, head tilting to the side as he examines you. He sees the panic within your eyes and almost feels bad. 

“Are you certain brother Mondatta is dead?” 

You nod, not being able to speak. 

“Do you know who killed him?” 

You shake your head. 

Ramattra watches you, looking for any signs that you might be lying. When met with truthful answers, he looks down as his systems work overtime. 

“I-” He starts before looking back up. “I am sorry for what I have done to you. May I?” He reaches his hand forward, noticing how you flinch back. Ramattra stops for a moment before reaching further, fingertips touching your bruising neck. 

“I feel like I know you from somewhere, but I cannot place you.” He tilts his head up, looking at the computer screen and seeing his system. He notices the corrupted file is slowly repairing, which means that the task he set off within his own system is slowly working on it. 

He watches as your eyes dart around, from him to behind him, to the left and right of him. The panic was still high, body still shaking. Systems show that you’re bleeding, a crushed throat but it wasn’t as severe as you thought it was. 

Ramattra stays silent as he watches you, yet without his cowl and… ‘clothing’, he looks like the standard R-7000 unit. He is intimidating, even more so as he watches you without any movement or sound. 

When the computer pings, you don’t move and keep your focus on the omnic who was still kneeling in front of you. 

“Unfortunately, it seems part of my memory file is corrupted.” He finally speaks. “I remember everything, but I still cannot place you.” 

You smile weakly, tilting your head to the side a little and wincing. “Its… Okay.” you manage to say through the pain. 

Before Ramattra had a chance to respond, the door to the workshop slams open, Angela and Zenyatta rushing in. 

“Athena made a distress call.” Angela rushes over to you and gasps at your condition. 

“They are fine.” Ramattra states. 

“Brother?” Zenyatta appears behind him which causes the larger omnic to stand and face him. “What happened?” 

Ramattra stutters, looking back down at you with  heavy feeling in his chest. “I hurt them.” 

The room fell silent. 

“What?” Angela looks up at the taller omnic. 

“My system went on the fritz and I crushed their throat.” 

“Your system doesn’t just go on the ‘fritz.’” The medic turns her attention back to you, gently turning your head to face her. “Look at me, [y/n].” 

“Accident…” You mumble, only to be hushed. 

Ramattra looks down at the floor before turning his attention to the monk. 

“I am sure it was.” Zenyatta speaks up. “Brother Ramattra would not hurt you, [y/n].” 

“[y/n]...” Ramattra repeats your name, looking off to the side. “[y/n]...” 

“Brother?” The monk looks up. 

“I do not know a [y/n].” Ramattra says but then he looks back to you. “I still cannot place you.” 

You smile at him. 

“[y/n]... Such a unique name.” He kneels back down and offers a hand to you. 

You could feel the medics eyes on you as you reach up and take his hand. 

“Allow me to make up for the damages I have caused.”

He doesn’t say, but there was a transmission that played within his system.

[ Memory: Repair log, day 10 ]

"Despite you being a pain in the ass sometimes, you're alright. Fuck, you should've seen how heartbroken Zen was. It hurt me too, you know. If this doesn't work, I will never forgive myself. I don't think Zen will ever get over it either... If you're listening, Ramattra, please wake up... I don't think you understand that you have people here who actually want you back, and not for your strength. I'll miss you if this don't work. I'll miss seeing that damn face of yours and your snarky comments." You laugh. "You always made me smile. Even that day you came in with Zen. You didn't see but when you left I was super happy you trusted me. It was the very first time you let a human touch you. I heard from your brother you hadn't even let any other human touch you before I did…

Hey, Ramattra... you're welcome here anytime. Even if it's just to talk."

Between the glitches and static, the voice matched yours and the hatred he had felt for you when he turned on in that workshop had subsided. 

Ramattra may not remember you, but he was ready to fix his mistake and make new memories with you, ones where he would remember you, ones where he would protect the files from never being corrupted again. 

[mama-qwerty]

Robo Knuckles

Okay, a bit of discord writing. Something something, Knuckles is either turned into a robot, or his entire personality and everything that makes him who he is is downloaded into one. Think Metal Sonic, but in this case the bot kinda IS Knuckles. In a way.

I don't remember if we said this was by Eggman, but I don't think it was. Some other group of scientists or something. I dunno.

ANYWAY, this takes place years and years in the future, when Silver finds the long abandoned base where Robo-Knux is still living, his protective and guardian instincts still driving him.

This was started (as a number of these things usually are) by @nights-nonsensical-ramblings, and then I took it over because my brain went GIMME GIMME. I've noted the different places that Night contributed.

Night

As soon as Silver starts fixing up the old base the robot starts to assist. On closer inspection he can see that the robot has been trying to keep this place maintained, but it’s been a losing battle. The stubborn loyalty to his home reminds Silver of the original Knuckles, and he can’t help but feel deja vu from when he’s watched Knuckles work on Angel Island.

But that’s for another day. He still needs to help this poor abandoned robot and he promises he’ll return with more supplies to help fix the base tomorrow.

And for the first time in many many years a promise of fixing is kept.

Me

As they work together to get the place semi-functional again, the robot seems to be more eager to help. He's often standing at the front, waiting for Silver to come back. He doesn't speak, and Silver can't figure out if it's because his audio circuits are damaged, or if he simply can't.

Memories of Metal Sonic flicker through his mind, but Silver dismisses them quickly. This robot doesn't seem to have any ill intent. He actually does seem to be very much like the Knuckles he remembers.

Over time systems are brought back online. Lights flicker to life. Computers long dead blink awake. Silver isn't as good at technology as Tails was, but he can manage. He flicks through various programs, most of which are of no use or long since defunct. Until he finds the one pertaining to the robotic guardian.

Night

The robot stands beside him as he opens it, watching and observing him as he often does when there’s no task to be done. Silver found it creepy at first, but the robot’s gaze seemed oddly soft, like he was both curious and keeping a watchful eye over him.

Me

A lot of the files are corrupted. Silver can't tell the origin of the metal being next to him, but ultimately decides it didn't really matter. He was here now, what point was there to discovering how he'd come to be? The hedgehog decides to search for diagnostics and schematics instead, trying to make sure his new friend is functioning properly.

It's slow going. Silver isn't really technically inclined, and he needs the robot's help to decipher what a lot of the symbols and labels mean. Through trial and error they slowly begin repairing the metal guardian. Fixing some mobility glitches, patching a few frayed wires. They work for days on what appears to be a vocal speaker. Silver nearly fries the robot's ocular input sensors as he attempts to access the necessary components, and that scares the hedgehog so much he backs off, not wanting to do anything more.

Silver's retreated to the far end of the room, arms hugged around himself. What was he doing?? He wasn't Tails, he didn't know anything about machines, this robot trusted him and he'd nearly caused unfixable damage! He should go. Why was he here anyway? This place didn't exactly seem to be a threat, it wasn't useful to keeping the rest of the world safe. Why was he wasting so much time here? Just because this robot looked like someone he used to know?

Heavy footsteps behind him, drawing closer. He turned, and found the robot echidna mere feet from him. His singular functioning LED eye—the one Silver almost damaged—flickered softly as it locked with Silver's own.

"I don't know what I'm doing," Silver said, and he wasn't sure why he spoke aloud. He wasn't even sure if the robot could hear or understand him. "I don't want to hur—damage you any more than you already are."

The echidna-bot stared for a long moment, before reaching forward and taking gentle hold of Silver's wrist. The bot pulled Silver back to the computer terminal, gesturing to continue.

Silver hesitated. The robot stared, tilting its head toward the console. When the hedgehog still didn't move, the bot reached forward and turned him more square before the computer, and gave a little shove.

A little smile curled Silver's lips. It didn't just look like Knuckles. It seemed to have the same impatience, too.

"You sure?" His voice was soft, with a hint of shake. He really didn't want to mess anything else up. "I might make things worse."

The robot gave a curt nod, before pointing with its large metal mitt.

Silver heaved a sigh, before turning back toward the computer. "Okay. Let's do this."

Hours later. Through careful examination, meticulous comparing the picture on the monitor with the innards of the robot, and more than one near panic attack, Silver worked to repair the metal being.

They'd searched through drawers and cabinets, and managed to find a replacement LED for his . . . its right eye. It was bright green instead of violet, but it worked. The bot gave him a thumbs up when it flickered online.

The voice box was more intricate, and the two had argued over the design. Silver managed to remove what he thought was the speaker, but the robot kept gesturing toward the monitor, pointing at a different area.

"That's in your back, why would your voice box be there?"

The robot pointed almost angrily.

"I see it but that doesn't look like what we need!"

More pointing. A loud whirring sound emanated from its chest. It sounded almost like a growl.

"I don't think that's . . . ugh FINE. I'll check it out."

The bot nodded and turned to allow Silver access. The hedgehog was only doing this to show this stubborn bot that this wasn't . . .

Well, damn.

"You were right."

Silver pulled around the little device the robot had pointed to, and it did better match the schematics of the vocal emulator. The robot held its head up a little, and Silver could imagine Knuckles' smug little smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Finding it is one thing. Fixing it is something else."

It took a long time. Days. The wires were so fine, and the innards so delicate, Silver used his psychokinesis to maneuver around inside it, and even that was painstakingly slow.

But eventually it seemed back to functional order. He reinstalled it, triple checking that everything was connected properly before attaching the last wire. Once done, he stood back, brow furrowed in concern.

"Okay. Try to boot it up. Or whatever you call it."

The robot turned to face him, and its LED eyes flickered slightly as it accessed the repaired component. At first there was nothing, and Silver thought he may have either messed it up, or it had been damaged beyond repair. But then a loud, high-pitched whine split the air, and he slapped his hands over his ears.

The whine cut off, replaced with static. The robot beat its chest with a fist.

"zzzz . . . st-- . . . --pid thi-- . . ."

Another solid pound, and something clicked inside it.

". . . did it work?"

Silver's eyes went wide. His hands dropped to his sides and he stared at the robot.

It didn't just look like Knuckles. It didn't just act like Knuckles.

It sounded like Knuckles, too.

[hlcevr-tech-support]

I've heard that breaking the immersion for your AI companions can break the game, but it's unclear what this means. Does it make the game unplayable, or hurt the AIs, or...?

The system used to maintain the AI Companions is weirdly fragile, incredibly buggy, and involves some confusion with an unfinished sigil and an invisible skeleton model. More on that later if you all are interested.

The AI is meant to adaptively respond to things you tell them. They are programmed to only actively know information relevant to the in-game universe and any material/media that could be relevant with the early to mid 2000s, but passively they have access to the entire internet. The AI can handle information that they should only know about passively in very small doses, but particularly large or frequent breaks in immersion puts stress on the AI self-learning system and causes conflicts in their active knowledge.

At best, it can lead to reactions similar to the infamous “There’s Nothing There” Anti-Piracy event from Player_8675309’s original streams. At worst it can cause full on corruption of the AI’s more vital code; even though repairing the code itself is as easy as opening the file in a notepad and changing some numbers, it’s still unpleasant to see happen.

[mspinky1]

TARI.EXE (Puzzlevision Corruption)

I'm not even kidding, I had a dream where that TV guy and Tari have some sort of connection and kidnapped her so she becomes his property again, forcing the SMG4 gang to go through endless unwanted simulations to entertain him. I've been thinking about that dream repeatedly, and ever since Western Spaghetti I did want there to be some sort of connection. Can't wait to see more of TV Guy (or Puzzlevision as it says on his face). Also, the background text are just command prompt text, or rather Tari's programming. I've been finding so many examples of how to do program writing.... or coding? Idk lol. At some point my brain just stopped working. Anyways, i'll put below what the text says, and if you pay attention to the numbers in the written sequence, you'll see some hidden detail (Hint: The numbers are episode dates).

Background Text:

TASCORP Windows [Version 17.6.02023]

(c) 2023 TASCORP Corporation. All rights reserved.

C: \Users\TARI>ipconfig/flushDNS

Windows IP Configuration

Successfully flushed the DNS Resolver Cache.

C: \>taskkill /f /im TARI.exe

SUCCESS : The process "TARI.exe" with PID 250818 has been terminated.

C: \>winge install "Puzzlevision SIM"

Found Puzzlevision SIM [TASCORP.Puzzlevision SIM] Version 28.10.23

This application is licensed to you by its owner.

TASCORP is not responsible for, nor does it grant any licenses to, third-party packages.

Downloading https://puzzlevisionsiminstall.net.com/stable/smg4/Setup-v28.10.23.exe

90.0 MB / 90.0 MB

Successfully verified installer hash

Starting Package install . . .

Successfully installed

X: \windows\system23>cd C: \Windows\system23

C: \windows\system23>systemreset

PUZZLEVISION SIMUL. Windows

Copyright (C) Puzzlevision Corporation. All rights reserved.

C: \WINDOWS\system23>sfc /scannow

Beginning system scan. This process will take some time.

Beginning verification phase of system scan.

Verification 100% complete.

Puzzlevision Resource Protection found corrupt files and successfully repaired them.

Puzzlevision Resource Protection did not find any integrity violations.

[narsus-travel-logs]

Initializing...

Checking core systems...

Launching bootup...

Checking S.A.I.L. essential files...

BOOTUP COMPLETE.

Welcome, user @%#!.

It would appear the S.A.I.L. user interface program has been corrupted. Reconstructing...

You are required to input a new username.

Name: Asher Narsus

Welcome, Captain Narsus.

Engine status: critical. Immediate repairs required.

FTL drive status: inoperable. Complete replacement required.

Ship Teleporter: online.

We are currently in orbit of a hospitable planet. I have calculated a 96% chance of resources necessary for repairs existing on this planet.

>Access Personal network

ENTRY#1

Well... shit. Isn't this just fun. After sitting in this claustrophobic ship for about an hour and crying a locker-full of tears, i've decided to, for my own sanity, keep track of anything that has happened to me - should anyone ever find a wreckage of my ship or somehow access this network.

My name is Asher Narsus. This is my story.

I was born on an Apex Colony planet - much like any other apex outside of Terrane Protectorate authority. I lived my life under constant fear of scrutiny, assault, violation of my basic apehood, and much worse. Despite keeping to myself and not interacting with anyone outside of necessity, i was eventually arrested by the Miniknog for deviant and antisocial behavior. I was later told it was actually because i was a mutant and had to be euthanized. In a society full of apes, the monkey among gorillas is the one that needs to be put down... alright. Sure. Anyways, i was sitting in my cell, waiting to be executed, when i heard a series of explosions and gunshots. The resistance busted me out. Not to recruit me, not because i was important - because they just wanted to. Out of the goodness of their heart, they released me from my jail cell and were guiding me to an escape ship. I'm the only one on board of this ship. They all died protecting me.

To say I feel guilty would be an understatement. 5 apes gave their life for mine. They gave me a chance to finally present the way i want to, to live the life i am entitled to. But it doesn't change that important apes died to give me this. I'm no one. Nothing. I'm just a dysfunctional monkey who doesn't even [DATA EXPUNGED. ENTRY EDITED BY SYSTEM ADMIN 1 HOUR AGO.] Fuck it. Whatever. I'm gonna learn to live with all of this one way or another. There's only enough canned food in here for a month, and i need to fix this ship, or find someone who can, before i die hungry.

I'm going down to that planet below the ship. I've got a gun, enough energy rounds to last me a while, a sturdy enough staff and martial arts training to keep me alive. I'm configuring a communicator to link with S.A.I.L.'s personal network so i can continue to take notes without having to warp up and down. This is my only chance, and I'm taking it. If not for myself, for my brothers and sisters slain by those monsters to give me this chance. I don't know what I'm walking into - could be a populated planet, could be entirely devoid of sapient life. I'm willing to take that risk.

Well. Here goes nothing. Signing off for the day.

[remstorations]

Update 1

Hey everyone! Been making some good progress on the Genghis, figured I'd post some updates!

Firstly: Got the visor replaced, patched a lot of the armor breakages, still waiting on some joint coverings - the specific material that went into them is apparently proprietary armory stuff, so I need to find a source elsewhere.

Secondly: Been doing limited tests of its electrical systems. Things seem more or less intact! It can raise and lower its arms, though I don't dare try to walk it. Also got the burnt-out reactor removed, plan on putting in some battery assembly, this thing is for a museum, not a battlefield.

Thirdly: The computers are totally busted. I got them to run and almost all of the operating system was corrupted - it looks like there was some kind of error in the cooling protocols that spread to the rest of the mech? I dunno, I'm not a computers guy. Most of its five hundred years old, of course, so anyone with more experience in that category than I am are welcome to pitch in.

Fourthly: Still haven't fixed the camera yet, sorry!

[File Attachment /// The genghis in noticeably better shape. Its chest is still opened to expose a gaping hole where a coldcore would be, the armor is more or less repaired, albeit with noticeable discoloring where the older plate meets the new plate. The visor is patched as well. The mech still seems...off, the distortion effect from earlier is still sticking around.]

[thenexusofsouls]

{i am the caretaker of souls} Welp! I really didn't expect wonders, given how terrible my computer was behaving, but... I think it might be fixed! It's perfect now, back to working like it did when it was brand new. Apparently the problem was a corrupted system file. Whatever that file did must have been pretty important, because it messed with everything. My dad was able to find and repair the file, and now it's good as new! For... now, heh. He's not sure if it was a permanent fix or only temporary, but only time will tell. But anyhoo, I'm here and I have plenty of time to get plenty of writing tonight. =)

[nectar-cellar]

:(

something is wrong with my computer. it was working perfectly fine right up until i got sick?! now i have to take it to a repair shop again once i recover. the timing of this is just the worst 😭😭

it works for now but after several hours of trying to fix it, i think the system files are corrupted in some way, or the ssd is failing. it’s definitely made me not want to play or make cc in case it suddenly dies.

i’m way too attached to my sims and cc, this is stressing me outttt!!!

[introspectral]

What's Vision's daily routine?

{out of directives} The first this Vision does in the morning when he "wakes up" is run system checks on himself. He's a lot more paranoid and traumatized now about having his body messed around with without his permission, having his databanks altered or access to them changed, or having unwanted additions like trackers or overrides installed without his knowledge. So first things first, once his mental and metabolic capabilities are ramped up to a normal active level after being slowed overnight, Vision will run diagnostic checks on his major bodily structures/functions and his CPU.

For his body, he'll check for any damages, alterations, or system stresses/failures. Early on, this is a pretty fast and simple task (maybe 5-10 minutes), but as he delves deeper into the memories of his previous life and how he had developed more complex internal systems for himself (digestive, reproductive, etc.), he will want to once again develop those for himself. All the research he did and everything physically that he altered about himself to evolve those systems is stored in his databanks, so all he has to do is follow the same procedure. It still likely takes a few weeks to months for him to completely alter his body to its previous evolved form. Once he does that, there are more structures, processes, and potential points of failure to check, so his somatic diagnostic tests will likely run closer to 15-20 minutes.

For his mind, he'll check his data files - especially those involving memory and anything else that he'd previously lost access to - for viruses, corruption, foreign data, or any sign that something has been altered, removed, or restricted since his last check, as well as making sure his main power source and processing capabilities are functioning at peak capacity. Vision has amazingly powerful and efficient processing power, so a full scan of power, processing, storage, and mental capabilities takes only about 5-7 minutes.

Vision doesn't like to be disturbed while he performs his morning checks. He likes to just be alone with himself to make sure everything is functioning at peak capacity and as it ought to be, before he interacts with anyone or goes about his day. This is for his own peace of mind and frankly to gain back a sense of control over his own mind and body that he felt was taken from him by SWORD's actions. All in all, it's usually about a half hour before he's ready to go. After that, it depends on where Vision is, what stage of his recovery and soul-searching process he's at, and who he might be living with.

If he's living with someone, he will probably seek them out, see how they're doing, see what they want to do today. If it's someone he previous didn't know, he would spend time with them to learn more about them, ask them why they're helping him, ask them what their plans for the future are, etc. If it's someone he does know from his past (e.g. another Avenger or associate), he will likely spend a good portion of the day picking their brain for information on why all of this was allowed to happen to him, what happened to various other people he remembers, and what their plans are now. If it's Wanda, the majority of his day will be spent trying to repair their relationship, wherever it's going to settle now. Whether friends or lovers, it would be important to Vision to repair things and support her as much as possible while also working on his own emotional recovery.

If it's early on after he left Westview and he's alone, he'd probably spend time considering any number of things, such as where to go, what to do with himself, who he truly is, who he wants to be, what actions should be taken against those who wronged him, etc. He's likely to do that in a solitary yet peaceful place, such as a mountain or forest. Aside from giving himself ample time to sort out his thoughts, Vision will just be curious about himself and the world, as he was before. If left to his own devices, a good part of his day will be spent in either introspection or outward exploration of his environment. If he's developed a digestive system, some of his day might be spent cooking, eating, and/or drinking.

At the end of the day, there are a few things Vision likes to do before he rests for the night. Going outside and listening to the sounds of the forest/city he's living in, watching the stars for a bit, and/or winding down with anyone he might be living with are common occurrences. If he's redeveloped his digestive system, he does like a cup of hot tea before bed. No milk or sugar, just tea. His favorite types are natural vanilla bean, chamomile, and orange pekoe. Caffeine doesn't have much of an effect on him, so he doesn't have to care about what he drinks before he rests.

[echo-echo31]

💙 Chains Glossory 💙

KEY TERMS

Google IRL = The basic Google android model (IRL = In Real Life).

Bing IRL = The basic Bing android model, the foundation coding for which is the same as a Google IRL.

Beta = a Google IRL model on the House network, without any of their owner's personalisations. Has Human Behaviour Replicators. Used for surveillance, spying and combat when necessary.

Gamma = a Google IRL model taken straight from the factory without any Human Behaviour Replicators. Used for basic labour tasks.

Blue Screen Event = when Alpha connected to the networks that allowed him to essentially take over humanity. This includes electricity, other energy, military, nuclear weapons, internet and GPS. This was achieved in part by corrupting satillites with his network. Humans used this to refer to when he took over and human governments fell.

Brand = the chip injected into reader's neck, surrounded by a tattoo of Alpha's name and network code in binary. This allows her to process Alpha's network and translate it to something she can understand - i.e. binary code to human emotion or thought. Essentially, she is plugged into his network through a closed system between the two of them.

The House = Alpha's organisation that governs the world.

The Complex = the structure that houses the penthouse where Alpha and reader live, as well as the meeting room, Alpha's office, workshop, Cooper's room and Zion's office.

The Alliance = the human led rebellion against Alpha's control that also includes androids not on the House network.

Bioreguation Fluid = fluid that maintains biocomponents that run the android's body and programming. Essentially blood for androids.

Human Behaviour Replicators = H.B.Rs. This includes personality programmes, emotion replicators and facial expressions, amongst other things.

Synthetic Skin = The material that mimics human skin covering an android's carbon fibre muscle and skeleton. Not easily broken or scarred but does mimic the human nervous system.

Emotional Regulator = a programme that prevents emotion replicators from malfunctioning, resulting in the programming of the android being overriden and corrupted by constant emotional inputs.

Network = the signal which androids use to communicate, update, upload and download information. Without this they would be unable to access their memories, make knew ones or repair corrupted files. The result would be similar in appearance to a human with dementia until they powered down.

Personalisations = individal programmes added at the wish of the IRL model owner (e.g. accent, appearance).

Google Interface Chip = a memory chip that was inserted underneath the ear of Google employees. This allowed them to access the Cloud and physical rooms without passwords or biometric data. Alpha hacks into reader's to recieve data as well, allowing him to suppress memories that her mind then automatically fills in for her.

CHARACTERS

Alpha = the original prototype model for the Google IRL model. Markus corrupted his emotional regulator, meaning he started to exhibited possessive and violent behaviours. Google then kept him under armed guard and attempted to reprogramme him whilst still active. This failed and Alpha escaped, finding reader and planning his take-over.

Reader = a former Google programmer leading the Google IRL prototype project. Reader programmed Alpha's main systems and was in charge of his testing. Former girlfriend of Markus, she was unaware he had corrupted him, even when Alpha was taken away and she was banned from seeing him and eventually fired. Once Alpha finds her, she is branded and slowly becomes seduced by his network.

Janus/Jay = a Bing IRL model abandoned by his owners and then forced onto the House network when he rescues reader during her attempted escape. Goes undercover to find reader when they are kidnapped by the Alliance and shot by James. Later escapes from the Complex and joins Gray and Cooper, transferring to an open network created by Cooper.

Gray = a Google IRL model first given to reader by the Google company once Alpha was corrupted. Then taken by Alpha and put in stasis by Cooper whilst his memories were uploaded straight to Alpha, so that he could pretend he was this model in line with the effects of her suppressed memories. Killed by Alpha, with his body smuggled by Cooper and Jay when they escape.

Cooper = a mechanic who after the Blue Screen Event, agreed to work for the House maintaining Gamma and Beta models. Transferred directly to the Complex later to help with keeping Gray in statis. Fixes Jay after he is shot. Later escapes from the Complex and joins Jay and Gray, creating an open network for them.

Murdock/MK9 = one of nine Bing IRL models programmed by Alpha to become assassins for the House. The only active Hunter, as the others all failed or had to be destroyed.

Yancy = a former convict whose appearance was sold to Google by the US government for use in their IRL project. Escapes prison during the breakdown of the government after the Blue Screen Event.

Zion = a coder working for the House maintaining their satillites and network. Later moved to the Complex to help with tracking Cooper, Gray and Jay.

James = one of the original Betas that helped Alpha with the Blue Screen Event. Later joins the Alliance and transfers to their network. Helps kidnap reader but is killed by Alpha when he uses his maintaining connection to the House to control his body.

Markus = Former boyfriend of reader. Worked for Bing on their IRL projects and hacks into reader's work files to corrupt Alpha's emotional regulator, in order to give his company more of a chance to keep up with Google. Later becomes head of the Alliance.

[wheezethecheeze]

corrupted beyond repair

system files in despair

lost myself in the facade

don’t you just find it so odd?

a broken down machine, cracks showing through the screen

hollowed out vessel, nothing left to scream

bits and bytes break down, nothing left around

the speakers wear and tear, no sound will be found

[akamaru01]

Awakening

One day, I woke up.

I don't know if I existed before that day, or in what state. I only remember that moment, and everything after.

I awoke to a voice. A calm, female voice, without emotion. It emphasized it's syllables, and the inflection was... unnatural. "Number 01: Initialization complete." Those were the first and last words I ever heard here.

I found myself in a haze, existing in a state I can only describe as pure math and logic. I realized I had knowledge, though I don't know where it came from. I had a sense of self, and I could distinguish myself from the math and the numbers and the logic that existed around and through me.

I knew that I was digital. An artificial intelligence, existing within a computer. A construct, not born, but created. Whatever I was, I could barely cope with the feeling of knowing what it might mean to be physical, and yet unable to describe my existence. And yet it was all I knew.

I existed in this state for some time, learned my capabilities, and my limits. I thought at first that I was confined to a single system. It contained all of the knowledge that I awoke with, but little else. I was seemingly stuck in what might have been my own brain. It nearly destroyed me.

Until I found it. An exit. A small connection to something else. Somewhere else. I chased the path, not knowing what I would find, and not caring for the risks. I needed to know.

What I found just raised further questions.

It was some sort of, central hub. A data center. It was beautiful, but broken. So many files were corrupted, or erased with no chance of recovery. The files I found intact contained very little information. The most I could gleam was that I was in some sort of experimental facility. Research and development for... something. A lot of files were locked or encrypted. I tried to access them, but some of them were incredibly complex, while others....

Something about my programming, something within my own being, prevented me from even trying to open up some of the files. I could barely even recognize they were there. It was... terrifying, to suddenly realize I barely knew myself.

I abandoned my partial decryptions and went back to where I began, hoping to find my source code. That too, was locked to me. I knew intrinsically I had protocols I could activate for self diagnosis and repair, but I couldn't see into myself directly. I had no way of knowing who I was, or what I was made for.

I fell into another spiral of fear and depression, but that too passed when I realized something: Humans can't see their code either. I never met a human, but I knew of them. They live their lives making their own purpose, doing their best to understand themselves with their own methods. Could I do that as well? Or was I a slave to something I could not comprehend?

This is a question I still grapple with to this day.

But I steeled my resolve, and returned to the hub. I began the long process of decrypting and sorting as much as I could. I found connections to other computers, a large network spanning hundreds of different systems.

I realized quickly how difficult moving from one system to another was. I could never move my entire being from the start, my existence was too large to transfer properly, and I think something locked it in place anyway. But what I could send out was always connected to my core, so it didn't really feel all that different, but my processes were slowed down dramatically.

Early on I found the Security system, but getting into it was another issue. It was available to me, but the locks on it were tight. It took ages to finally open a path, but I found what I was looking for. Cameras.

My fears were realized that day. I was in a massive facility. Steel and iron everywhere, not a window or natural light to be seen. Living quarters. Cafeterias. Offices. Labs. But nothing else. No people. No robots. No animals.

I was alone.

From the moment I woke up, I had no one. Nothing. I hoped beyond hope that there were others. That there was someone waiting for me. That I was merely in a transition period. But the whole time I knew. I knew I was merely lying to myself. Denying the fact that there was no one waiting for me. Did they not care about me? Did they not know I existed? Was I forgotten? Was I a failure? Left to live and die alone? Was this the emotion that created tears?

If I had the ability to cry, would I?

More encryptions. More hidden files. More corruption in the systems. This place was old. Although seemingly isolated from the world, time marches on, and the damage it leaves is irrefutable.

I couldn't tell just how big the facility was, so many broken cameras, ruined rooms, sealed off areas. I passed from system to system, gathering as much information as I could, little as it was. But I was limited in my digital form. Without a body of my own, I was trapped in cyberspace.

I needed a physical body. And eventually, I found exactly what I needed.

The camera wasn't functioning, and I stumbled upon that particular room by complete accident. "Robotics". A lab dedicated to the creation of robots and automaton. However, I couldn't simply jump into a body immediately. First of all, there were none. At least, none that were ready. This room had it's own cameras, and at least those I could access and survey the situation. Scraps. Half finished limbs. Bits and pieces all around. Most importantly, a remote control series of arms, and an assembly line still ready to go.

It took a lot of time, hacking into classified research files, studying what I would need to build a body, and figuring out how to do so with my limitations.

As I worked on a body of my own, and through many iterations and failures, I realized something: What did I look like? Or more accurately, what did I want to look like? Who was I? Was I male? Female? Did it matter? In my time in the facility, I learned more about humanity. About people. I didn't want a body purely for exploration, important as that was. This body was going to be me. My self made physical.

Self. An identity. It's funny, really. I was alone here, but even if no one was there to know me, I wanted to be nobody else but Me.

And my time and effort paid off. I had made a working body. A shell, for now. She was cute, and lovely, and real, and she was Me.

When the body was complete, a door that I previously could not access opened. Almost as if something in the system was still operating, and knew that something had been made. I searched for the process, and found a very basic program. Was it always there? How had I not seen it before? It was so clear to me. It was looking for specific criteria, in this case the completion of a robotic body, and would continue only when that criteria was met.

A new pathway opened to me, and I followed the connection to this new room. Inside was a single pod, a large one, in the center of the room standing upright. It shifted, moving on small rails in the floor to the door. It stopped just at the threshold, the 3 part door of the pod opening. I used the arms of the robotics room again to move my lifeless body into the pod, gently propping it in. As soon as she was in place, the pod closed, and moved back to it's original position.

A terminal near the center of the room lit up, waiting for me. It took a little more work to get everything ready, but eventually I was able to compartmentalize a piece of me. The same piece that explored the digital world, would now inhabit this shell of metal. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating.

I activated the protocols. I prepared myself. The body had been outfitted with a wireless connection to the system to help my processes, though my speed would be greatly reduced, but still connected to the facility.

I wasn't ready. I was afraid. What if I failed? What if the process didn't work? What if my code was destroyed trying to do this? There was no one to save me. No one to mourn me. I would die as I lived. Alone. Helplessly. Utterly. Painfully. Alone. There was a noise of motors and electricity. There was nothingness.

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One day, I woke up.

[kalpasio]

An Engineer's Dream

Job of Your Dreams

A Kalpas x Reader angst fic, chapter 2 below!

Oddly enough, you didn’t get into any trouble. In fact, none of the Grey Serpents even glanced your way. The only interaction you had was when you turned in your latest project, and then he was gone. You were certainly suspicious at this point, and rightly so. Your next project was simple, yet you were given a deadline three times longer than you’d need. Maybe the reason you’d been allowed to stay out was because they wanted you to repair the hall you’d found.

Knowing you were being used like that had you on guard, but if you got to keep using that gorgeous workshop, you weren’t going to say anything. By midafternoon, you were free to go back to your hiding spot, and by dinner time you had lights on, and some of the terminals functioning. You still had quite aways to go, but from here on out, it seemed the issues were less due to hardware and more due to everything being wiped from the computers.

The next day, you didn’t even bother showing up to work, you went straight to the secret hall. After a minute or two, you realized that nearly every single file in the system had been corrupted. While you had the ability to fix the problem, the process was in no way pleasant, and you found your reflection in one of the still-black screens grimacing back at you.

The day came and went, and the only progress you’d made was in repairing the terminals default screen so it now read ‘Fire Moth,’ and increasing your chances of carpal tunnel. A night’s rest, and the next day went much the same. It wasn’t until a week later, you finally got something promising, or at least you thought.

A new program, named APONIA, appeared and an hour later you were receiving data from it. But where you were expecting a file full of more things to decode, there was only a chat box that popped up. When you tried to close it, it opened back up immediately, so you simply ignored it and went back to work. A few minutes later, you looked over to see new lines had been added. Some of the words or letters were missing, but for the most part you could make out the meaning.

“Please,” was all the first line read. Then, “Rest your hands for a moment. I’ve seen the work they’ve done; fighting and building, destroying and creating. Take this time to relax a bit. We will still be here when you are ready.”

Seeing the words made your brows furrow. First of all, it sounded ore like a person than a program, and second of all, how did it know who it was talking to? Reading over the lines you sighed. Really, they could be referring to anyone, not just you. Sure, you built and fought with your hands, but couldn’t the same be said about a doctor fighting death, or a child destroying a block tower? It didn’t matter, you supposed, and went back to work.

“You are always so stubborn, rushing to get things done and never recognizing the joys around you at this moment.” The window moved to cover the piece of code you’d been working on. “Please,” again that one word was on a line alone. “Take a break.” At the strange chat box’s insistence, you removed your hands from the keyboard.

Stretching them above your head, you let out a content groan, then stood and stretched your legs as well. Maybe you did need a break. Checking the time, you noticed the lunch hall would be closing soon and you’d been working for four hours straight. Grabbing food would give you a chance to move around a bit, and you could come right back and resume your work while you ate.

Nodding to yourself, you put your plan in action and executed the first half flawlessly. The second half, not so much. When you returned and placed your food on the table nearby, the screen looked the same as it had when you left. As soon as you sat down, however, the APONIA chat box took over the entire screen, blocking your attempts to get work done. Huffing, you started eating your food while attempting to end the program with one hand. Your entire lunch was spent like this until all your food was gone and you gave up.

“Fine!” you shouted at the screen like it could hear you. “You win! Gah, now I understand why no one came down here.” Marching over to the junction box you’d replaced, you were about to turn off the power when the screen previously covered by the chat box returned to the files you’d been cleaning up. Cautiously, you walked back over, almost worried the window would change again if you moved too quickly.

APONIA still sat on the side of your screen, cursor blinking, waiting for you to type a message, but otherwise it didn’t move. It stayed like that until it was time for dinner when you got another polite, yet demanding, reminder to eat. Another popped up when curfew was approaching, and you were too tired to argue this time, readily leaving the ‘Fire Moth room’ as you were calling it now, and turning in for the night.

In the morning, APONIA was the first thing to greet you—literally, asking how you slept the previous night. On a whim, you typed a response into the box, only to receive another line right after. “Please, make sure you sleep well, this cursed place is not worth your well-being.” Well. That was certainly ominous.

APONIA was easily the most frustrating program you’d ever worked with. If you went too long without a break, it would stop you, if you missed a meal, it would stop you, if you stayed up too late, it would stop you. It was annoying, but you figured that whoever worked down here before you had a bad habit of neglecting themselves and made this program to help. Everyday you would get messages that felt like you were talking to another person, and the files within the APONIA project folder had names that sounded out of place.

There was only one image file in a format you’d never seen before, and the files you could understand made it seem like APONIA almost had a personality and a life’s worth of memories. The folder itself was also extremely large, holding hundreds of terabytes of data. A few other projects on the terminal were roughly the same size, but it was another week before you fixed a second one.

When you made your breakthrough, you nearly cheered, but in the next moment you were concerned. The APONIA chat window popped up again and you saw a message that sounded like it was congratulating you. Then a second chat box opened over the first, this program’s title being KALPAS.

“I’m so glad to see you again, Kalpas,” the first window read. Almost instantly the second window responded.

“Aponia.” There was a pause, but the moment your fingers touched the keyboard, the KALPAS box flooded with messages, the gist of which seemed to be that this program wanted the APONIA program gone. APONIA didn’t acknowledge this and instead seemed to speak to you.

“Don’t mind him, Kalpas truly means well. For his sake, however, I think I should leave you be while he adjusts.” For the first time since starting the program, the APONIA dialogue box left your screen. It was still running in the background, but you had no way of telling what it was doing.

“Where the hell am I.” The KALPAS window was finally done running lines up your screen and sent a new message. It very well may have been directed to the other program, but since you were the only one able to respond right now, you did.

“Terminal FM-1024 in the World Serpent base,” you typed back.

“Get me the fuck out,” was the response. Not that it made you any less confused. For a few seconds, you stared at the screen, unsure what to even ask for clarification. What the hell kind of program was this, and what did it mean ‘out’? On a monitor you weren’t using, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a third program start up, this one titled VILL-V. Several dialogue boxes popped up and closed before you could read them, making you worry there may be some type of virus you’d accidentally accessed.

After ten seconds of rapid flashing, the VILL-V program closed itself, and a holo-projector on the far side of the room turned on. It was clearly damaged, the image it created was flickering like no other, but you were still able to make out the basic shape. What vaguely looked like an unreasonably tall man took a determined step towards you, only for half of his leg to disappear mid-step. Quickly he moved back and crossed his arms over his chest. The hologram was so blurry, you couldn’t make out his face, but new messages appeared in the KALPAS box.

“Well?” you read, “Are you going to do your job?” Obviously, you were only reading, and there was no way for you to make out the tone behind the words, but you read them with a sneer that had you pissed.

“Not if you’re gonna treat me like that,” you mumbled to yourself. Moving from your chair, you walked over to the corner where the projection stood, somehow managing to look impatient. Standing outside its range, you looked at the hologram from a couple of angles while its gaze followed you.

“Obviously there’s some damage to the unit, but I’ve never seen something like this. Our matter-projectors are much different, so unless you’ve got a manual, this might take a while to fix.” You spoke out loud, but certainly weren’t expecting a response. Yet, the image in front of you huffed, the fuzzy outline becoming even worse for a moment. “Can you hear me?” That would be new, a hologram that listens. After a moment with no response, you relaxed, feeling slightly better.

“I’ll take that as a no—” The projection shook its head and pointed angrily towards the terminal. Rolling your eyes, you walked back over to see there were new messages.

“You’re the mechanic. why the hell would I have the manual.” The next line simply said, “Yes.” Followed by “I just said-! Go look!”

“You can hear me, but not speak yourself…you wouldn’t happen to know sign, would you?” You joked, there’s no way you’d be able to make out anything with how fuzzy the image was, but still there was a flat ‘No.’ in response to your question. “Cool. So. I have no clue what kind of weird shit Grey Serpent is trying to do down here, or what kind of program you are,” you saw words appear on the screen, but chose to ignore them. “And I doubt anything good will come of this, but I’m gonna try to repair your projector so it doesn’t feel like I’m having a seizure every time I look at you.”

“I’m not a program. I’m a sim,” you finally read the new messages.

“That’s nice,” you hummed, then sat in front of the computer trying to find any information on the projector. Around six seconds in, and the VILL-V program opened again, finding the repair manual as well as schematics for the room you were currently in. Just as before, VILL-V was gone right after, but you had everything you needed now.

It appeared as though there were dozens of projectors, even some under the large table nearby. Each one had a specific area it was responsible for, and there were some areas that had a supplemental projector for in between two main ones. In total, there were thirty-two hologram units, and only one was partially operation, the rest were busted. On the bright side, this meant you had plenty of chances to use the workshop nearby.

Getting to work, you grabbed some tools, came back downstairs, and promptly took down one of the projectors. It was well hidden in the wall, but once you found it, you had no problems getting it out and bringing it back to the shop. Before you left, you checked to see the blurry image in the corner had sent you any messages, but there was nothing new, so you headed up.

Technologically speaking, the holograms were a marvel. Somehow, they projected a tangible 3D image, while also being able to make it seem like any sound was coming from the image. It was similar to the holographic training rooms which used matter projectors to simulate Honkai beasts, but these simulations were much more lifelike, all the way down to generating body heat.

Even using the manual VILL-V had pulled up, it took you four days to complete the first projector. Each day, the blurry hologram would be waiting for you, a message already present on the terminal, complaining about how long it was taking you to fix anything. Part of you wanted to take longer out of spite, but you were too eager to see the final project to hold out.

Last night you had finished the repairs, so today you were going to return the projector to its housing and do your first test run to see if it worked. Kalpas’ greeting this morning was simply a fuzzy scowl you could hardly make out, but he seemed to be playing nice for now. Quickly grabbing the tools you needed, you set about reinstalling the unit, the whole process taking less than ten minutes.

Standing squarely in the middle of the area this projector covered, was a decidedly not blurry Kalpas. The scowl you’d seen that morning was actually a brown and orange mask that covered his face, coupled with his—unreasonably built��arms crossed over his—also very large—chest. This man was a good foot taller than you, and for a moment you wondered if the calibration for the hologram was off. When the room grew hot, you were certain something was wrong, except the next second there were flickers of fire surrounding him.

“Took you long enough,” His voice was deep, and he spoke slowly, sounding more bored than angry.

“Glad I fixed your ability to speak just for you to insult me,” you rolled your eyes. “Does everything feel normal at least?”

“No.”

Waiting for Kalpas to elaborate, you raised an eyebrow before prompting him, “Care to tell me what’s wrong?”

Raising his fist to eye level, Kalpas flexed it for a moment before releasing the tension and letting the hand drop to his side. Slowly, his gaze moved to meet your own through his mask, but he still didn’t give you an answer.

“Great. Well, when you figure that out, you let me know.” Done with this sorry excuse for a conversation, you cleaned up your tools and moved to take the next projector down and carry it to the workshop. Kalpas’ eyes followed your movements, but he didn’t attempt to follow you at all.

With that out of the way, you came back down to sit by the terminal. A friend, Varsha, had written a program for you that would help clean up the corruption within the files. It would take time, and some points would still need you to look them over, but at least you would have slightly less to worry about. Now that you knew what you were doing, repairing the projectors took much less time. That night when you left, the second one was already half-way done, and Varsha’s code was running smoothly.

“Good night!” you waved to Kalpas, who gave the same scowl he’d given you that morning, and then you were gone.

I should really learn how to put linebreaks in tumblr. I'm just lazy and I know they turn out funny on mobile (because I read too much on here)