dream } we’ll be watching you.

[seeingyou]

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.

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[fuckregularpeople]

It's like an explosion went off in cabin 101.

As Jane's consciousness splits from the dream she's not sure whether she's still Underground or fronting, but she knows there's a burst of energy and heat around her and adrenaline within her as she wakes up screaming.

She must not have been the first one awake: there are scorch marks on the ceiling that weren't there before, and her bedframe is dented from someone thrashing and hitting the sides. Oh, she is not the only one worried, and she takes a deep breath that does little to calm her down before pushing up off the bed and marched over to the door. What room was Jack in again?

This was just fucking sick. She knew exactly what this dream meant and as far as she knows the only sources it could've come from in this weird little psychic reality blip are either her, Jack, or some other possibility she doesn't even want to consider.

When she gets to cabin 510 she rains down blows on the door, yelling, not caring if she wakes anyone else up. Fuck it, let her wake other people up if it spares them from that dream.

"Jack! Open the door right this goddamn second or we're gonna break it the fuck down!"