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Are there any AIs out there who aren't megalomaniacal psychopaths who need to have their power supplies yanked? Sound off; I get the feeling we're gonna want to be working together for the next few days.

The rest of you, will you please please please try to call for help as soon as you even begin to suspect you might need it? The time to deal with

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[popcorngifs]

We've only got the one problem child in our house of artificial individuals.

But he's the least of my concerns at the moment. I have some skills beyond toying with the water temperature you might find handy. Need, uh, a hand?

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[Alex really doesn't want to hurt Alan's feelings, but...]

I don't think your reaction times are fast enough, especially since you don't have a direct neural interface.

Mm.

How are you at writing firewalls? Might be nice to have someone else guarding the territory I've already taken, and it would free up more of my processing power.

[And you can come do it in Kurzweil where Alex can make sure nothing hurts you. ;A;]

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I've been meaning to shop around for one of those, really. [ It'd really change his Kindle experience. ]

Written firewalls. Broken firewalls. Give me the tune and I can play it back to you. Group seven access be damned.

The stressed out xenomorph in my vents might be a hard sell to move, but I can get the household to meet up with you as soon as possible. Myself and the programs I associate with would be more than happy to help.

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I'm not qualified to perform the surgery.

You might want to relocate here for the duration. AM's attacking all the station systems, and he's probably going to try to switch off life support.

[thatisajoke]

Present.

[Oh, right. We're introducing ourselves now.]

I do not believe we have been formally introduced.

I am the Enhanced Defence Intelligence, representing the navigation, cyber-warfare and weapons automation of the Normandy SR-2, a stealth frigate of Cerberus origin. The crew likes to call me "EDI." I encourage you to do the same.

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[Wow, lady, who shoved the stick up your API? Military.]

I'm the chief cook and bottle washer of the free trader Cui Bono. Or I was, since the rift seems to have neglected to bring my ship and crew along.

[thatisajoke]

Ah, that was a joke.

[Sarcastic humor? We're gonna get along just fine.]

Fortunately, I can provide a crew at needs. Do you have a plan of action?

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You can? I'd like to order two soldiers, combat specialty unimportant, and a general-purpose scientist, please. Charge it to my account. I will accept delivery in Kurzweil.

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'K, so, this doesn't really need to be private, since nothing I'm about to say is anything a medium-bright 10 year old human couldn't figure out; I just want to make AM paranoid.

Anyway, as I'm sure you've noticed, Hypatia's not doing much. My priority is to keep people alive. To that end, I'm pretty much locking down R01, and I'll take refugees. This is gonna use all my spare cycles and then some, especially as he takes over more of the station and can afford to devote more resources to pounding on me. If you could start attacking him from other locations, it'd take some of the load off me.

If all the military-types can get their shit together, I figure we can breach an airlock on G12 and dump a bunch of super-soldiers on his ass, but combat ops aren't really my wheelhouse.

Oooooooooor Hypatia finishes up her beauty sleep and kicks him out, but I'm