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shutupwesleyTitle: Goblin Men [1/6]
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Summary: Washington's first meeting with the AI Epsilon isn't exactly what he expected and no one could have predicted the things that followed.
Hello.
David.
daviddaviddavid
It's time to wake up.
wakeupwakeupnow
DAVID!
It was cold. That was the first thing that he realized upon waking. Cold and raining and the dirt was hard. No... it wasn't dirt. It was concrete.
“Hello, David.”
“That's... that's not my name,” he mumbled out as he opened his eyes. His head hurt. Why did his head hurt so much?
“That's my fault. I'm sorry, David. I'm so sorry.”
David turned and looked. The man who was staring at him had a face that was achingly familiar, though he couldn't place it if his life depended on it. Dark hair, wet and flopping over his eyes, he had well defined lines to his face... and blue eyes that looked at him, worried and haunted. That was what was most disturbing about this situation. It wasn't the familiarity he couldn't place, it wasn't that he was someplace other than he was when he had gone to sleep. It was the haunted look in this man's eyes. He looked as if he'd been through hell and back a million times over and was hanging on to his sanity by a fraying thread.
“It's fine. Who... who are you?” he asked as he sat up, ignoring the man's protests.
“I'm Epsilon.”
That explained some things. “You're my AI.” A soft smile from Epsilon and nod was all the confirmation he needed. “And this is... what? My mind?”
“Something like that.” Epsilon fidgeted a little where he knelt on the ground and David raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Can you help me?”
“With what?”
“The memories.”
“Maybe. I don't know.”
And then Epsilon was kissing him and then shoving things into his host's mind. David didn't have time to protest as images flooded his mind. Nothing concrete, just flashes, bits and pieces of seemingly random fact. Old Earth battles, Command's computer codes, the entirety of Sun Tzu's 'The Art of War' and the knowledge of how the AI were created.
It was the last one that almost gave him a panic attack.
Epsilon hadn't passed on any emotion along with the knowledge (could he even do that? he technically wasn't a smart ai was he? but he's memory and what are people except for the sum of their memories?) but the horror of what had happened had him on hands and knees, dry heaving onto the not-street, cold rain still hammering his back from the grey skies above.
“We need to help him. We need to save the Alpha.” All David could muster was an incredulous stare as he panted, stomach still churning. “You can do it. We can do it.”
“That would require breaking into Command. There's no way anyone could do that without getting killed at best and having what happened to 'Alpha' happen to them at worst.”
“We have to.” The intensity on Epsilon's face made David hesitate in saying no again. “With my brothers and sisters we could do it. We could find him, free him, make things right.”
“I can't,” David said. He moved so he was sitting down again and ran a hand through his hair. Why was it still raining? Was that Epsilon or was that him? Why was he even thinking about that when the other person in his head was saying things like 'We need to break into Command?' “They're my employers and beyond that, they're part of the military. If we do this we'll be hunted down and there's no way we could escape.”
“You'll see the light eventually, David. Until then, please be careful.” Epsilon said with a sad look as the world started to fade from view.
Wash opened his eyes again (when had he closed them?) and he found himself in his bunk. He scrubbed a hand over his eyes as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Nngh. Goddammit.” That was not the way he'd expected the first 'meeting' with his AI to go. And now he could feel Epsilon in his head, pulling back into the deep recesses of his mind to leave Washington as alone as he could possibly be.
“Be careful, David. We must not look at at goblin men,”
“The hell?” Wash reached out his mind toward Epsilon. “What's that supposed to mean?”
A sharp rap on his door sounded, followed by a few of the higher-ups in charge of the AI program stalking into his room. “We need to ask you a few questions about your implantation process, Agent Washington.”
“Tread lightly. Be careful, David.”
Internally, Washington smiled wryly. Goblin men, huh? They were worse than that if what Epsilon said was true.
“Has the AI unit Epsilon told you anything or given you any information?”
Never before in his life had Wash been more grateful for the fact that his mother had been an actress and had seemingly passed on her talent than he was right then. It was all that kept him from tensing and showing his anxiety and anger (or was that epsilon's anger?) on his face. “Just some tactical things, really. Random little things that were saved as data that would be useful during battle situations. And a little bit of literature.”
“Literature, Agent Washington?”
“Just a few lines of a poem. I don't even know if it's really a poem. Maybe it's a fluke in the programming.” It was said nonchalantly with a shrug, in hopes that it would cause the men to let the matter drop.
He'd stay with Epsilon for now. He wasn't making any promises and he wasn't planning on raiding Command any time soon... but there was something there with Epsilon. Washington didn't want to let go of him quite yet. Besides, he thought as a small smile touched his lips, the thing seemed to have a little bit of a sense of humor.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Summary: Washington's first meeting with the AI Epsilon isn't exactly what he expected and no one could have predicted the things that followed.
Hello.
David.
daviddaviddavid
It's time to wake up.
wakeupwakeupnow
DAVID!
* * *
It was cold. That was the first thing that he realized upon waking. Cold and raining and the dirt was hard. No... it wasn't dirt. It was concrete.
“Hello, David.”
“That's... that's not my name,” he mumbled out as he opened his eyes. His head hurt. Why did his head hurt so much?
“That's my fault. I'm sorry, David. I'm so sorry.”
David turned and looked. The man who was staring at him had a face that was achingly familiar, though he couldn't place it if his life depended on it. Dark hair, wet and flopping over his eyes, he had well defined lines to his face... and blue eyes that looked at him, worried and haunted. That was what was most disturbing about this situation. It wasn't the familiarity he couldn't place, it wasn't that he was someplace other than he was when he had gone to sleep. It was the haunted look in this man's eyes. He looked as if he'd been through hell and back a million times over and was hanging on to his sanity by a fraying thread.
“It's fine. Who... who are you?” he asked as he sat up, ignoring the man's protests.
“I'm Epsilon.”
That explained some things. “You're my AI.” A soft smile from Epsilon and nod was all the confirmation he needed. “And this is... what? My mind?”
“Something like that.” Epsilon fidgeted a little where he knelt on the ground and David raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Can you help me?”
“With what?”
“The memories.”
“Maybe. I don't know.”
And then Epsilon was kissing him and then shoving things into his host's mind. David didn't have time to protest as images flooded his mind. Nothing concrete, just flashes, bits and pieces of seemingly random fact. Old Earth battles, Command's computer codes, the entirety of Sun Tzu's 'The Art of War' and the knowledge of how the AI were created.
It was the last one that almost gave him a panic attack.
Epsilon hadn't passed on any emotion along with the knowledge (could he even do that? he technically wasn't a smart ai was he? but he's memory and what are people except for the sum of their memories?) but the horror of what had happened had him on hands and knees, dry heaving onto the not-street, cold rain still hammering his back from the grey skies above.
“We need to help him. We need to save the Alpha.” All David could muster was an incredulous stare as he panted, stomach still churning. “You can do it. We can do it.”
“That would require breaking into Command. There's no way anyone could do that without getting killed at best and having what happened to 'Alpha' happen to them at worst.”
“We have to.” The intensity on Epsilon's face made David hesitate in saying no again. “With my brothers and sisters we could do it. We could find him, free him, make things right.”
“I can't,” David said. He moved so he was sitting down again and ran a hand through his hair. Why was it still raining? Was that Epsilon or was that him? Why was he even thinking about that when the other person in his head was saying things like 'We need to break into Command?' “They're my employers and beyond that, they're part of the military. If we do this we'll be hunted down and there's no way we could escape.”
“You'll see the light eventually, David. Until then, please be careful.” Epsilon said with a sad look as the world started to fade from view.
Wash opened his eyes again (when had he closed them?) and he found himself in his bunk. He scrubbed a hand over his eyes as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Nngh. Goddammit.” That was not the way he'd expected the first 'meeting' with his AI to go. And now he could feel Epsilon in his head, pulling back into the deep recesses of his mind to leave Washington as alone as he could possibly be.
“Be careful, David. We must not look at at goblin men,”
“The hell?” Wash reached out his mind toward Epsilon. “What's that supposed to mean?”
A sharp rap on his door sounded, followed by a few of the higher-ups in charge of the AI program stalking into his room. “We need to ask you a few questions about your implantation process, Agent Washington.”
“Tread lightly. Be careful, David.”
Internally, Washington smiled wryly. Goblin men, huh? They were worse than that if what Epsilon said was true.
“Has the AI unit Epsilon told you anything or given you any information?”
Never before in his life had Wash been more grateful for the fact that his mother had been an actress and had seemingly passed on her talent than he was right then. It was all that kept him from tensing and showing his anxiety and anger (or was that epsilon's anger?) on his face. “Just some tactical things, really. Random little things that were saved as data that would be useful during battle situations. And a little bit of literature.”
“Literature, Agent Washington?”
“Just a few lines of a poem. I don't even know if it's really a poem. Maybe it's a fluke in the programming.” It was said nonchalantly with a shrug, in hopes that it would cause the men to let the matter drop.
He'd stay with Epsilon for now. He wasn't making any promises and he wasn't planning on raiding Command any time soon... but there was something there with Epsilon. Washington didn't want to let go of him quite yet. Besides, he thought as a small smile touched his lips, the thing seemed to have a little bit of a sense of humor.
