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re_alignment_logs2013-10-24 12:31 am
thankyou4myheart) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-10-24 12:31 am
Blast From the Past [Closed]
WHO: Deckard, Kagerou
WHERE: Library, Alpha Trion's temple
WHEN: Following this thread
WHAT: Getting some answers - on a possibly crooked cop and...well...really, almost too many things to list -WHERE THE HELL DOES HE START!?
WARNINGS: None that I know of, will update if needed
Deckard pointed himself toward the coordinates that Kagerou had given him. Getting there proved far more . . . challenging . . . than he'd anticipated, navigating the broken landscape of this alien land, noting but for now ignoring anything and everything he saw around him on the way. He drove when he could and jogged on foot when he couldn't, trying to be careful of his gas consumption either way. He'd have to find a gas station or some source of fuel, and fairly soon . . . but that would have to wait for the moment. There were other things more pressing on his mind and heart right now. Never mind the foreign planet he'd found himself on.
Kagerou was alive! Well . . . as "alive" as any of their kind got, but . . . that wasn't the point. He was here - functional, sentient, in retention of his original memories, his own mind, his self . . . everything he should have been all along. That had never not bothered him since that day - the day he realized that he and the Build Team were not the only ones of their kind, that there were other sentient robots out there . . . that Saejima and Toudou weren't always forthcoming with what Deckard would have thought they should be privy to (but even to them sometimes, he and his team were "just robots") . . . that reformatting an A.I., especially a Super A,I., was still A. Thing., even after doing it to him, even after learning the truth about him and what a reformat did to his kind. Dammit, it wasn't like wiping someone's computer workstation before giving it to someone else after a person retired. It was essentially an execution of a person, robbing them of their heart!
Deckard had survived a reformat. Twice. He still had no idea how. He wished he did so he could share it with the others, in case they ever faced being subjected to one (Azuma had certainly threatened them all enough times). He'd apparently just been lucky. It was a terrifying and painful experience he wouldn't wish on anyone.
Now he was on his way to meet Kagerou - the whole Kagerou, not reformatted, not reprogrammed, not crushed at the bottom of the ocean. It didn't surprise him that he was glad, but it did surprise him just how much it meant to him.He wished Shadowmaru could be here for this.
And Kagerou had been here for some time, wherever the hell - whatever the hell - "here" truly was. Hopefully he'd be able to help fill in holes in his understanding . . . and apparently his memory.
And there was more still. There was a police force here. And there was a sentient robot on it that his team didn't trust. Big, bright-red warning flags. The last crooked cop he'd dealt with had been Gunmax's former partner, the one who'd been supposed to work with him like Yuuta did Deckard and the others. The man had betrayed and hurt Gunmax unforgivably (and that before returning to get his so-called revenge). Police figures were supposed to be role models, unquestionably trust-worthy. People depended on them! Betrayal by a policeman was substantially worse than by an average citizen.
Deckard shook his head as he stepped up to the impressive temple the coordinates had led him to. He found more of those Acolytes robots and got directions to the library. As he approached, he reminded himself to be impartial - he didn't know the facts yet, he should decide things for himself, observe and experience before forming an opinion.
He rapped his knuckles on the doorway, knocking for attention, as he stepped in and started looking around for Kagerou.
WHERE: Library, Alpha Trion's temple
WHEN: Following this thread
WHAT: Getting some answers - on a possibly crooked cop and...well...really, almost too many things to list -
WARNINGS: None that I know of, will update if needed
Deckard pointed himself toward the coordinates that Kagerou had given him. Getting there proved far more . . . challenging . . . than he'd anticipated, navigating the broken landscape of this alien land, noting but for now ignoring anything and everything he saw around him on the way. He drove when he could and jogged on foot when he couldn't, trying to be careful of his gas consumption either way. He'd have to find a gas station or some source of fuel, and fairly soon . . . but that would have to wait for the moment. There were other things more pressing on his mind and heart right now. Never mind the foreign planet he'd found himself on.
Kagerou was alive! Well . . . as "alive" as any of their kind got, but . . . that wasn't the point. He was here - functional, sentient, in retention of his original memories, his own mind, his self . . . everything he should have been all along. That had never not bothered him since that day - the day he realized that he and the Build Team were not the only ones of their kind, that there were other sentient robots out there . . . that Saejima and Toudou weren't always forthcoming with what Deckard would have thought they should be privy to (but even to them sometimes, he and his team were "just robots") . . . that reformatting an A.I., especially a Super A,I., was still A. Thing., even after doing it to him, even after learning the truth about him and what a reformat did to his kind. Dammit, it wasn't like wiping someone's computer workstation before giving it to someone else after a person retired. It was essentially an execution of a person, robbing them of their heart!
Deckard had survived a reformat. Twice. He still had no idea how. He wished he did so he could share it with the others, in case they ever faced being subjected to one (Azuma had certainly threatened them all enough times). He'd apparently just been lucky. It was a terrifying and painful experience he wouldn't wish on anyone.
Now he was on his way to meet Kagerou - the whole Kagerou, not reformatted, not reprogrammed, not crushed at the bottom of the ocean. It didn't surprise him that he was glad, but it did surprise him just how much it meant to him.
And Kagerou had been here for some time, wherever the hell - whatever the hell - "here" truly was. Hopefully he'd be able to help fill in holes in his understanding . . . and apparently his memory.
And there was more still. There was a police force here. And there was a sentient robot on it that his team didn't trust. Big, bright-red warning flags. The last crooked cop he'd dealt with had been Gunmax's former partner, the one who'd been supposed to work with him like Yuuta did Deckard and the others. The man had betrayed and hurt Gunmax unforgivably (and that before returning to get his so-called revenge). Police figures were supposed to be role models, unquestionably trust-worthy. People depended on them! Betrayal by a policeman was substantially worse than by an average citizen.
Deckard shook his head as he stepped up to the impressive temple the coordinates had led him to. He found more of those Acolytes robots and got directions to the library. As he approached, he reminded himself to be impartial - he didn't know the facts yet, he should decide things for himself, observe and experience before forming an opinion.
He rapped his knuckles on the doorway, knocking for attention, as he stepped in and started looking around for Kagerou.
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