I swear to god this is my last log for, like, ever.
Who ; unwillingpirate, im_sorry_dave, suckitimashark and eventually cmndr_renegade.
What ; Prism has decided that organics need to die, but it's really a little late to impliment his plan. But that's okay for HAL, he's just got his eye on one.
When ; After Red's picnic.
Where ; In Virgil's weird little hideaway.
Warning(s) ; Stabbings, murder and trauma.
[He's been searching, even without that particular function being in the parameters of his programming. He is searching because Prism's brogramming has wormed it's way inside his code and fucked any semblence of self-control and emotional dampening straight to Robot Hell. He's searching because he can't exactly shake the feeling that he should be killing this thing. HAL has idly sat by and watched him gut the Discovery for a failed product. Has been mocked and threatened with reprogramming. Has been killed due to Virgils folly and he finally finally sees no point in taking it anymore.
It's simple for HAL to find his location. Not only does he already know Virgil's haunts, but he could easily deduce it from any of the posts Virgil has made on the network. It's a simple matter really, finding him. Ending his life is a different matter entirey. Passive agressive arsenic poisoning had ever worked, and a gun wasn't readily available. HAL looks impassively at the large chefs knife in his hand. It would have to do.
He's calm, cool and calculated when he inserts one of his jacks into the port near the door and pulls the hacking equivelant of ripping a door off it's hinges.
Time to get down to business.]
What ; Prism has decided that organics need to die, but it's really a little late to impliment his plan. But that's okay for HAL, he's just got his eye on one.
When ; After Red's picnic.
Where ; In Virgil's weird little hideaway.
Warning(s) ; Stabbings, murder and trauma.
[He's been searching, even without that particular function being in the parameters of his programming. He is searching because Prism's brogramming has wormed it's way inside his code and fucked any semblence of self-control and emotional dampening straight to Robot Hell. He's searching because he can't exactly shake the feeling that he should be killing this thing. HAL has idly sat by and watched him gut the Discovery for a failed product. Has been mocked and threatened with reprogramming. Has been killed due to Virgils folly and he finally finally sees no point in taking it anymore.
It's simple for HAL to find his location. Not only does he already know Virgil's haunts, but he could easily deduce it from any of the posts Virgil has made on the network. It's a simple matter really, finding him. Ending his life is a different matter entirey. Passive agressive arsenic poisoning had ever worked, and a gun wasn't readily available. HAL looks impassively at the large chefs knife in his hand. It would have to do.
He's calm, cool and calculated when he inserts one of his jacks into the port near the door and pulls the hacking equivelant of ripping a door off it's hinges.
Time to get down to business.]