pain_train: (painted by light)
pain_train ([personal profile] pain_train) wrote2014-10-22 09:12 pm

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alaspooryork: (unarmored: i am concerned)

Day 154 | afternoon | action

[personal profile] alaspooryork 2014-11-10 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Delta watches and listens carefully, putting the somewhat disjointed speech together and nodding at appropriate points. It's disturbing to think of - even in the UNSC military, private property was respected, almost to a superstitious extent. And as a former AI, he hates with a passion the very idea of someone toying with his memory, erasing selective parts of it at their leisure. Rewriting it with patently false, honey-flavored offerings.

"I do not know that there is a way to prevent someone from taking what is yours if you are under their power," he says slowly, aware that he's being watched and recorded even now. "But I do know two things. First, that their methods are not perfect. You would not be able to remember the sunset painting at all if they were. You must continue to think, to exercise your mind, and rebuild bridges that were burned. An imperfect recollection is a recollection nonetheless. And secondly, all data leaves a trace. When data is moved, there is a trail. When data is changed, there is a trail. In some cases, the absence of data itself is the strongest trail of all. What is recorded cannot be lost permanently, not if one is truly determined to regain it."

Which is somewhat abstract and may not make sense to her, not entirely, but if the seed is not planted it will never grow.
alaspooryork: (unarmored: needs a haircut)

Day 154 | afternoon | action

[personal profile] alaspooryork 2014-11-10 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Delta smiles, though there's a trace of bitterness in it. "Those who have a different thought or belief system than the majority are often dismissed, especially in a society such as this with no outside influence. Because we Immune come from a broad variety of backgrounds and cultures, we may question what natives take for granted. If it is not ridiculous to you for me to have been an intelligence program from the year 2554, why should it seem strange to me that your memories are unreliable?" Or that magic is real in one reality, or that peaceful contact with alien races had shaped another, or even that there were apparently other organizations that pulled in diverse individuals in the same manner as Project Immunis?

"In other words, yes, I would lay strong odds that if such a name existed once, it could be found again." After all, a very long time ago, he had once been called Alpha....
alaspooryork: (unarmored: that may work)

Day 154 | afternoon | action

[personal profile] alaspooryork 2014-11-10 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Delta shrugs, though the smile seems to lose its bitterness at least in part. "It is dangerous to take everything at face value. One need not be a warrior to understand that."

He nods and reaches over to give her free hand a light pat. "You are welcome. I wish you a swift recovery."
alaspooryork: (unarmored: of course)

Day 154 | afternoon | action

[personal profile] alaspooryork 2014-11-10 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"You know one now," he says, as for all that he was made to help with the war it had always been in a purely helping capacity. "I hope you will have ample opportunity to meet more."

He looks pleased at the squeeze, though he stands up to go after. "Then I will see if I can stop by again before you are out to see your progress with the frame. I hope you will enjoy it."
alaspooryork: (unarmored: i do not think so)

Day 154 | afternoon | action

[personal profile] alaspooryork 2014-11-10 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Delta huffs in indignation, though it's not entirely serious. He doubts that. They'll probably just end up being lower than usual because he isn't even human.

"I will bring a projector," he promises. "Good luck." And he turns to go.