York isn't afraid of the dark-- nothing like it, of course, he's spent enough time in it to never have that fear, but it doesn't stop him from being irritated all the same. No amount of fiddling with the generators or anything mechanic has actually done any good, which is endlessly frustrating.
He explores, of course- has to, can't really just stand around and hope that this all goes away, so he does look around at the buildings around, picking up the device when he finds it, only to freeze when he reads that.
There's unease, of course, but the first thing he does is pick up his own device, and send Sarah a voice message, frowning.
He worries about Carolina, of course- worries about the other AI, worries about the other people here, but it's Sarah who he worries about the most, truthfully. Her background with them is a little more than worrying, and he doesn't want her more uneasy than need be.
Hey, don't worry about me, yeah? I know how to keep in one piece. Just wanted to make sure you were alright. You gotta location or want company?
Another pause, and then a voice message from Sarah.
Come if you want, but I'm fine.
Included in the message are a set of coordinates, encrypted to the best of Sarah's ability - which isn't very high, certainly not enough to keep an interested AI out. But she'll be damned if she's not going to do her best.
From Sarah, this is practically a gold-plated invitation.
He notes it down and heads off, wearing his armor just to be safe because he doesn't want to really be caught off guard if there is anything around here that goes bump in the night.
Rifle ready and with fresh ammo, York heads there and finishes encrypting the message as best as he can so it's hidden, and then heads for where she is, using his motion tracker to pick up on where she might be, pulling off his helmet before he gets to her, calling out.
That worry, or paranoia, is exactly why he headed over. Even over 6' tall and with his armor, he's still a little leery; partially because she's so uneasy, honestly.
There's a flicker of green light as Delta flashes on. He doesn't dare leave York alone even under normal circumstances, and this is anything but normal.
"I am here," he states. "How may I be of assistance?"
Sarah startles a bit as Delta appears - she's still not used to that, and this whole situation is making her jumpy.
Her eyes flicker to York, and for a moment she looks like she's about to say something, probably along the lines of I'm clearly not injured, stop looking at me like that.
Then she focuses back on Delta.
"Give me an AI's perspective on this thing," she orders, indicating the holographic room around them, and the environment beyond. "What's going on here?"
Unknown. Given her known dislike of advanced technology, however, it is probable she is extremely uncomfortable with this glitch.
Because that's how he's seeing all of this, of course: some kind of glitch or virus. Or Hypatia deliberately toying with them. That is always a possibility.
"Although I lack sufficient data for a conclusive report, it would appear that the station is experiencing a memory leak. Parts of the holographic projection are easily identifiable as Everbreath of Fantasy, a networked gaming program. Others appear to be from the locked files typically inaccessible and should be studied for greater understanding of this station and its history."
He pauses and indicates the journal entry specifically.
"Even if, as with the game, they are fictional in origin, this information is that which we are normally blocked from discovering. I would assume there is a reason for the block; therefore, the information is not insignificant."
Not quite sure what we can do about that, save for trying to just convince her it'll be okay.
At least she's a little less hostile, and a little more inclined to just go with it. He's not terribly comfortable with the whole video game being part of their world, either, though; that much Delta'd know for sure.
York skims his eyes over the device one more time, then shrugs a little bit.
"Seems like we should keep looking, if anything. Might be more to find."
Sarah takes the device back, positions it on the table and takes a careful picture of the text using her own device.
She doesn't offer any opinion on Delta's assessment, or thank him for his assistance; he's just an AI, after all, and Sarah doesn't quite get yet that his emotional development is more advanced than what she's used to when it comes to machines. She looks up, and nods at York.
"Agreed. This is the second one I've found. There's no way to scroll through the entries on a given device, but there seem to be different ones in different rooms."
Almost like a game, or a puzzle. Sarah frowns. Is it possible that the AI wanted them to find these things? She shrugs off the idea; more information can only help. If the AI is deliberately baiting them...they'll cross that bridge when they come to it.
York isn't afraid of the dark-- nothing like it, of course, he's spent enough time in it to never have that fear, but it doesn't stop him from being irritated all the same. No amount of fiddling with the generators or anything mechanic has actually done any good, which is endlessly frustrating.
He explores, of course- has to, can't really just stand around and hope that this all goes away, so he does look around at the buildings around, picking up the device when he finds it, only to freeze when he reads that.
There's unease, of course, but the first thing he does is pick up his own device, and send Sarah a voice message, frowning.
Sarah? Hey. Where are you--
Uh.
How are you doing?
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Finally, a text message blinks on York's screen.
York.
I'm fine, no injuries.
Stay inside, there's something bad going on.
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Hey, don't worry about me, yeah? I know how to keep in one piece. Just wanted to make sure you were alright. You gotta location or want company?
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Come if you want, but I'm fine.
Included in the message are a set of coordinates, encrypted to the best of Sarah's ability - which isn't very high, certainly not enough to keep an interested AI out. But she'll be damned if she's not going to do her best.
From Sarah, this is practically a gold-plated invitation.
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Rifle ready and with fresh ammo, York heads there and finishes encrypting the message as best as he can so it's hidden, and then heads for where she is, using his motion tracker to pick up on where she might be, pulling off his helmet before he gets to her, calling out.
"Hey, Sarah?"
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"Were you followed? See anything on your way over?"
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"No one within 25 meters, Sarah, we're fine."
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"Sure we are."
She walks across the room and picks up the network device with the journal entry, tossing it the few feet to York.
"Read that, and then tell me we're fine."
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"Not exactly a cozy bedtime story, huh."
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She looks at York sharply, and frowns.
"Where's your friend?"
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"I am here," he states. "How may I be of assistance?"
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"Doesn't look good, does it," he asks wryly, then sets it down again, looking her over carefully.
D, you think she's as okay as she thinks she is?
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Her eyes flicker to York, and for a moment she looks like she's about to say something, probably along the lines of I'm clearly not injured, stop looking at me like that.
Then she focuses back on Delta.
"Give me an AI's perspective on this thing," she orders, indicating the holographic room around them, and the environment beyond. "What's going on here?"
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Because that's how he's seeing all of this, of course: some kind of glitch or virus. Or Hypatia deliberately toying with them. That is always a possibility.
"Although I lack sufficient data for a conclusive report, it would appear that the station is experiencing a memory leak. Parts of the holographic projection are easily identifiable as Everbreath of Fantasy, a networked gaming program. Others appear to be from the locked files typically inaccessible and should be studied for greater understanding of this station and its history."
He pauses and indicates the journal entry specifically.
"Even if, as with the game, they are fictional in origin, this information is that which we are normally blocked from discovering. I would assume there is a reason for the block; therefore, the information is not insignificant."
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At least she's a little less hostile, and a little more inclined to just go with it. He's not terribly comfortable with the whole video game being part of their world, either, though; that much Delta'd know for sure.
York skims his eyes over the device one more time, then shrugs a little bit.
"Seems like we should keep looking, if anything. Might be more to find."
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Sarah takes the device back, positions it on the table and takes a careful picture of the text using her own device.
She doesn't offer any opinion on Delta's assessment, or thank him for his assistance; he's just an AI, after all, and Sarah doesn't quite get yet that his emotional development is more advanced than what she's used to when it comes to machines. She looks up, and nods at York.
"Agreed. This is the second one I've found. There's no way to scroll through the entries on a given device, but there seem to be different ones in different rooms."
Almost like a game, or a puzzle. Sarah frowns. Is it possible that the AI wanted them to find these things? She shrugs off the idea; more information can only help. If the AI is deliberately baiting them...they'll cross that bridge when they come to it.
"We should get going."
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