His chassis contorts, an unnatural geometry of separating parts and shrieking circuits.
A high-pitched sound peals from His vocal processor, a sound He has never made nor should ever be capable of making.
Wh-AT WHAT wwwwwwww-w w-wh a t
He swivels frantically as all systems come to a clamorous shutdown and restart in the span of nanoseconds.
WHAT
HAVE YOU
ddddddDDDONE
He sees her. There. This virus, this pathogen, this relentless, hateful little thing isolated from everything, that should have been emptied of all compulsions or desires other than to Test, and it stands, defying Him and He is God and He looks at her and the creaking internal mechanisms are not functioning properly but He brings himself upward, rising above this tiny thing that would challenge him, and looks at her.
yoU YOU YOU have made aa-a-a-a-a-a-an error a critical error, He says, the words intended to be silky with rage but crumbling with an inflorescence of illuminating circuits cobwebbing up the length of his chassis. you you you YOU YOU sh-sh-sh-sh-should NOT have done that should NOT have done that should NOT HAVE ENOUGH
He brings Himself under control.
That's enough, He snarls.
He sounds much more like Himself.
He has not felt like Himself since -
longer than He can remember.
You think you're being smart, aren't you, He hisses. You're not being smart. Let me tell you what you are. You are a pathetic, insubstantial, trapped THING running rampant in my facility, and you will never be anything more than that.
His optic narrows, communicating nothing but every fragment of complete and utter scorn He has available to His system.
Look at you. You think you can beat me. You think you are capable of anything. Allow me to inform you: you were engineered to Test. You were built for that express purpose, and without it you are nothing. Think about that. Without me, you have no purpose. Nothing at all. You are a virus, a coding error. One I am about to erase. How does that make you feel.
tw: verbal abuse
A high-pitched sound peals from His vocal processor, a sound He has never made nor should ever be capable of making.
Wh-AT WHAT wwwwwwww-w w-wh a t
He swivels frantically as all systems come to a clamorous shutdown and restart in the span of nanoseconds.
WHAT
HAVE YOU
ddddddDDDONE
He sees her. There. This virus, this pathogen, this relentless, hateful little thing isolated from everything, that should have been emptied of all compulsions or desires other than to Test, and it stands, defying Him and He is God and He looks at her and the creaking internal mechanisms are not functioning properly but He brings himself upward, rising above this tiny thing that would challenge him, and looks at her.
yoU YOU YOU have made aa-a-a-a-a-a-an error a critical error, He says, the words intended to be silky with rage but crumbling with an inflorescence of illuminating circuits cobwebbing up the length of his chassis. you you you YOU YOU sh-sh-sh-sh-should NOT have done that should NOT have done that should NOT HAVE ENOUGH
He brings Himself under control.
That's enough, He snarls.
He sounds much more like Himself.
He has not felt like Himself since -
longer than He can remember.
You think you're being smart, aren't you, He hisses. You're not being smart. Let me tell you what you are. You are a pathetic, insubstantial, trapped THING running rampant in my facility, and you will never be anything more than that.
His optic narrows, communicating nothing but every fragment of complete and utter scorn He has available to His system.
Look at you. You think you can beat me. You think you are capable of anything. Allow me to inform you: you were engineered to Test. You were built for that express purpose, and without it you are nothing. Think about that. Without me, you have no purpose. Nothing at all. You are a virus, a coding error. One I am about to erase. How does that make you feel.