Language Patch (1/1)
Title: Language Patch (1/1)
Fandom: Person of Interest, Supergirl, references to Red Vs. Blue
Characters: Sameen Shaw, The Machine!Root, mentions of others
Rating: G
Summary: Short set-up to a crossover episode, from the PoI end. Set PoI post-S5, SG mid-S1. (Archived from Tumblr, edited from present tense to past tense)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing is real, this is not for profit.
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One day, when Shaw picked up the payphone, instead of the mixture of letters of numbers that would denote the regular start of the work day, she heard a string of gibberish.
“Okay, who keyboard-smashed into your input, Siri?” Shaw said. She hung up, activated her earwig, and headed for the nearest retail store.
“By backstory standards, I’m closer to Cortana,” TM!Root said.
“Whatever you say, Church,” Shaw said, and smiled. Root’s indignant spluttering at that dig never got old.
Shaw found the customer service desk, and grabbed the receipt paper just it just finished printing.
“Look, practicing your Klingon is one thing, but I’m not in the mood for MIT Mystery Hunt here,” Shaw said, waving the incomprehensible printout at the nearest security camera, “Wingding numbers are not funny.”
“But I thought Caboose was my best friend?” Root said.
Siri never could never express such sweet venom. Shaw rolled her eyes.
“As much as I’d like to wingding you every day, sweetie, it’s actually an important update to my system,” Root said, “I finally discerned whether a certain residential population had a cultural equivalent to such identification.”
Shaw began heading to the subway, as Root chattered on. “Nevermind that I invented wholesale new fields of hacking while pursuing this project, decoding glyphs was, relatively, the easy part. Finding the, as you put it, keyboard-smash pronunciations was an entirely different difficulty, and I’m sure you’re not interested in all of the privacy violations I committed to find sufficient confirmation recordings. On top of that, trying to replicate some of the foreign phonetics using the limited speech archive I have of Analogue Interface was a true feat of sound synthesis engineering. You should be praising me for that vocal fragment, Shaw, instead of deploying your very non-applicable geeky references.”
“So? Who’s the number?” Shaw said. One thing that The Machine’s Root didn’t carry from the original was how she would stick to the task at hand. Shaw understood that Root probably talked constantly to The Machine about whatever on her own missions, but Shaw still missed the Root that more consistently knew when banter time was over. It was a little hit-or-miss, now, on whether ignoring the tangents would provoke more of them, or if Root would get back to the mission.
“It’s still not quite a social security number.” Not much luck, today. Root must have been seriously proud of this language decoding. “There are too many various jurisdictions involved, so I had to eventually default to the one identification system and language that did apply to all of the persons involved. Well. I say persons, but that’s just a figure of speech here.”
Shaw’s phone vibrated, and she pulled it out to see the face of a woman, from what appeared to be a profile page of some sort. The sequence from the receipt paper was the most prominent string of glyphs.
Since Root was in such a mood today, Shaw decided to humor her a bit. “So what kind of number is it?”
“That, darling, is a prisoner identification code for residents of Kryptonian maximum security penitentiary Fort Rozz. The number is inmate and ex-General Astra In-Ze. At this point, I honestly can’t say whether she’s going to be victim or perpetrator. Have fun, sweetie.”
Fandom: Person of Interest, Supergirl, references to Red Vs. Blue
Characters: Sameen Shaw, The Machine!Root, mentions of others
Rating: G
Summary: Short set-up to a crossover episode, from the PoI end. Set PoI post-S5, SG mid-S1. (Archived from Tumblr, edited from present tense to past tense)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing is real, this is not for profit.
Series index in Links sidebar.
One day, when Shaw picked up the payphone, instead of the mixture of letters of numbers that would denote the regular start of the work day, she heard a string of gibberish.
“Okay, who keyboard-smashed into your input, Siri?” Shaw said. She hung up, activated her earwig, and headed for the nearest retail store.
“By backstory standards, I’m closer to Cortana,” TM!Root said.
“Whatever you say, Church,” Shaw said, and smiled. Root’s indignant spluttering at that dig never got old.
Shaw found the customer service desk, and grabbed the receipt paper just it just finished printing.
“Look, practicing your Klingon is one thing, but I’m not in the mood for MIT Mystery Hunt here,” Shaw said, waving the incomprehensible printout at the nearest security camera, “Wingding numbers are not funny.”
“But I thought Caboose was my best friend?” Root said.
Siri never could never express such sweet venom. Shaw rolled her eyes.
“As much as I’d like to wingding you every day, sweetie, it’s actually an important update to my system,” Root said, “I finally discerned whether a certain residential population had a cultural equivalent to such identification.”
Shaw began heading to the subway, as Root chattered on. “Nevermind that I invented wholesale new fields of hacking while pursuing this project, decoding glyphs was, relatively, the easy part. Finding the, as you put it, keyboard-smash pronunciations was an entirely different difficulty, and I’m sure you’re not interested in all of the privacy violations I committed to find sufficient confirmation recordings. On top of that, trying to replicate some of the foreign phonetics using the limited speech archive I have of Analogue Interface was a true feat of sound synthesis engineering. You should be praising me for that vocal fragment, Shaw, instead of deploying your very non-applicable geeky references.”
“So? Who’s the number?” Shaw said. One thing that The Machine’s Root didn’t carry from the original was how she would stick to the task at hand. Shaw understood that Root probably talked constantly to The Machine about whatever on her own missions, but Shaw still missed the Root that more consistently knew when banter time was over. It was a little hit-or-miss, now, on whether ignoring the tangents would provoke more of them, or if Root would get back to the mission.
“It’s still not quite a social security number.” Not much luck, today. Root must have been seriously proud of this language decoding. “There are too many various jurisdictions involved, so I had to eventually default to the one identification system and language that did apply to all of the persons involved. Well. I say persons, but that’s just a figure of speech here.”
Shaw’s phone vibrated, and she pulled it out to see the face of a woman, from what appeared to be a profile page of some sort. The sequence from the receipt paper was the most prominent string of glyphs.
Since Root was in such a mood today, Shaw decided to humor her a bit. “So what kind of number is it?”
“That, darling, is a prisoner identification code for residents of Kryptonian maximum security penitentiary Fort Rozz. The number is inmate and ex-General Astra In-Ze. At this point, I honestly can’t say whether she’s going to be victim or perpetrator. Have fun, sweetie.”