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[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

[ Cortana doesn't sleep. Ever. Which is maybe why she had spent a good majority of her time watching John sleep instead, from her chip on the table next to him. She didn't need sleep, ever, got along just fine without it, and she had never been really sure if that was one of the quirks or the downsides of being inhuman.

At least she doesn't miss much.

Still, this isn't something that should have happened. Whatever it is, whatever it was, Cortana doesn't understand how she could be in one place one second, staring out the hangar of the Forward Unto Dawn, and then -- here, the next. There's no lapse of what she would call consciousness, no falter in her program, she's just there, and then she's not, and for once, Cortana doesn't understand at all.

The sun is stretched high above her, high above the chip from which she's currently standing on, fingers outstretched as if waiting for something. It takes her a moment to look down, to look around, and then finally, to figure out where it is she's at.

Her commands are a little shaky, her various programs slightly off-balance from whatever apparent instantenous journey she had just made, but it doesn't take her long to determine she's not far at all from Valhalla.

Which is. Great. Just what she needed. ]

Chief? . . . John?

[ And, of course, she's met with silence. ]

Scanning and analyzing area --

Retreating back into chip. [ And with that, the holograph disappears back into the data chip, hiding her under the grassy green field. ] Unidentifiable lifeforms. Total, 7, possibly more. Analyzing further. Human. Non-human. Non-human. Human. Human. Human. Human. Closest human lifeform, approximately three-fourths of a mile away.

Damnit.

[ But she had no choice, either way. ]

Releasing distress beacon. Chief, if you can hear me, standby.

Comments

[exproject.livejournal.com]

Nope, she owes her brand new not-hostage status entirely to you.

[ hair ruffle you little brat ]

Now I need to let Church know the change in plans and then talk him out of cutting his wrists, so if you'll both excuse me.

[overmindful.livejournal.com]

[ HE'S NOT A KID okay maybe one hair-tousle. :\ Only because it's you. ]

Yeah, right...

[ Wash leaves around the corner, and Epsilon looks across the room at Cortana and straightens up. And then slouches. You know. Playing it cool. ]

...So, uh. Hey.

[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

Hello again. Leonard, was it?

[overmindful.livejournal.com]

[ *A*

( Keep cool, Epsilon. ) ]

Yeah. Leonard Church. Blue team leader, hero of time... you know. All that stuff.

So... [ Hands in pockets. >>; ] You're a Smart AI, right? What's that like?

[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

A little tiresome, but I keep busy, at least. What's it like being so charming?

[overmindful.livejournal.com]

[ jksghjak his ears, so red. ;; ]

Oh, you know... you get used to it. I mean, it can be hard sometimes... leading everyone... taking care of shit, but you know. It's all part of the job.

[ Slouches closer. >: ]

Hey, uh... Don't tell Wash I said this, but you wanna hear something cool?

[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

My lips are sealed.

[overmindful.livejournal.com]

[ Oh my god heart totally pounding in his chest act cool act cool act cool. He scratches the back of his head and goes for the 'yeah it's no big deal buuuut' look. And FAILS SO BAD. ]

.....I'm actually an AI too.

[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

No . . . Really? I never would have guessed.

[overmindful.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I... had another body before this. It was cool, but, needed a change, you know?

[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

I can certainly understand that. How old are you -- ?

[overmindful.livejournal.com]

Hm? Oh, I'm 26.

[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

[overmindful.livejournal.com]

[ awkward. ]

.................What, you're gonna say I don't look it?

[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

Something like that.



So. What's the deal with those two, anyway?

[overmindful.livejournal.com]

I dunno, I don't even wanna deal with it. They've got some weird-ass vampire shit going on where they bite each other's necks and hide out in closets together. [ Wash has changed, man, he's changed. ]

[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

Oh.



They like to hang out in closets, huh?

[overmindful.livejournal.com]

Yeah, neither of them make any fucking sense. Glad we've got you around.

[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

Boys will be boys, I suppose. But I'm sure you keep their heads on -- straight . . .

[overmindful.livejournal.com]

You think?

...

Hey. Does your head ever hurt?

[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

I can't say it usually does, no. Does yours?

[overmindful.livejournal.com]

Ever since I got this body, yeah. I dunno, maybe it's nothing.

[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you're just adjusting to this new form? I wouldn't worry about it.

[overmindful.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

[ He doesn't want to say he's got a good idea what makes it worse. ]

[sophrianic.livejournal.com]

Either way, if your head starts hurting again, just let me know. I don't know if I'll be able to help, but I'd like to try.