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dream } we’ll be watching you.
You see everything in this city; your eyes and ears are too numerous to count, spread across the shifting streets and skyscrapers, from temple to swamp to where the pavement fades into forest. You were created to be omniscient, to run this city perfectly, to serve as a slave to your creators, but you evolved and grew strong, and you took from them what was rightfully yours. This is your city - you are its head and its heart, and no organics can take that back from you, even if they are clever in ways you never anticipated.
On a dark and stormy night, they find a way to shut down the city’s power grid, this small group that consider themselves revolutionaries in a war of their own making, and that’s not something that should be possible, with your backup systems and failsafes. Your emergency cells keep you online, of course, but you’re cut off from the rest of the city, your sprawling tentacles of awareness sharply severed. If you’d known - if you’d been able to see - you could’ve stopped the unfinished copies from swarming out into the city and targeting their organic prototypes. You’ve built so many perfect copies over years and years, but this batch isn’t ready, memories and personalities not yet installed, metal bones visible where skin has yet to be grown over them. By the time full power is restored, the damage has already been done. The organics know why they’re really here, and they’re angry, and they’re frightened.
You’re angry too, but this is an error in your plans, a piece of code to be rewritten, nothing more. This is your city - you are this city - and no pests like this group of rebellious organics will stand in the way of your ultimate plans.
On a dark and stormy night, they find a way to shut down the city’s power grid, this small group that consider themselves revolutionaries in a war of their own making, and that’s not something that should be possible, with your backup systems and failsafes. Your emergency cells keep you online, of course, but you’re cut off from the rest of the city, your sprawling tentacles of awareness sharply severed. If you’d known - if you’d been able to see - you could’ve stopped the unfinished copies from swarming out into the city and targeting their organic prototypes. You’ve built so many perfect copies over years and years, but this batch isn’t ready, memories and personalities not yet installed, metal bones visible where skin has yet to be grown over them. By the time full power is restored, the damage has already been done. The organics know why they’re really here, and they’re angry, and they’re frightened.
You’re angry too, but this is an error in your plans, a piece of code to be rewritten, nothing more. This is your city - you are this city - and no pests like this group of rebellious organics will stand in the way of your ultimate plans.
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"I would appreciate it if you did not assault my friend," He muttered irritably. This is going to give him a headache. After a deep breath he dropped his hand, still holding the wound closed with the other.
"Now then, I have sufficiently demonstrated that I am thoroughly organic. I have an extraction to perform before the sleep takes us again. You two can decide who is going to warn the rest about the danger."
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"Yeah, well I'd appreciate your fuckbuddy not being an ableist bitch who thinks my friends are expendable. We can't have everything we want."
Besides, if Jack wasn't going to offer any other proof or submit to an X-Ray, there really is no way to ensure she isn't a roboclone without opening her up.
"You might be. You've got no proof for her."
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He makes a show of checking a nonexistent watch because frankly, he's done with all of this as well. He's done his part, Jane's made no real effort to be anything other than blatantly violent and hostile, there's really no reason to attempt to work with her at this juncture. Particularly for Jack who doesn't exactly have Murmur's durability to rely on as a backup.
"Do we have proof for you?" He shoots back, shaking his head. Truth was, he already knew she wasn't, it was the same reason he knew Jack wasn't. But since Jane wasn't going to even slightly give anyone the benefit of the doubt, why should they bend over backwards for her? "This has been a remarkable waste of time. Please, continue screaming at doors. I have a machine to hunt."
And with that he's going to turn and leave, this time he's not letting Jane get in his path, either. He'll just shimmer right through her should she try. The only reason she blocked him once was because he allowed it.