[ CLOSED ]

[illiterage]

who ; Tron, HAL 9000, and Fenris
what ; Black Rock backlog
where ; Tronhaus--R05 Gibson
when ; See what
warning(s) ; Violence

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[im_sorry_dave]

[Hindsight was something Hal was slowly beginning to resent the longer he spent being human. When he was synthetic there was no such thing, simply because he had done everything he did so well that there was no need to look back and wonder how it could have been done better. But being human seems to involve a lot of looking back, a lot of regret, and an absolute myriad of ways to die.

All and all, it's pretty much horrible.

Even worse is the fact that he's been stumbling through Gibson excruciatingly aware of the fact that he's been exposed to Black Rock. The smartest thing to do would be to lie down and die, but he's always been terrified about the prospect of death. So he keeps moving and it keeps spreading and he'll probably have to apologize to someone but the chances of actually running across anything in a city this large doesn't seem all that great anyway. Certainly not great enough to matter.

He doesn't even stop moving forward, leaning on walls for support, when he starts to cough up little black crystals.]

TAG ME UNTIL MEL IS ALIVE

[illiterage]

[ Fenris was not labeled a wolf simply because his former master had a plague of eccentricities; he smelt death approached before he saw HAL, and he wasn't just speaking metaphorically. Whatever was approaching against the artificial horizon positively reeked.

He swore and stomped over how easily running into an infected could have been avoided if they had just locked down the teleporters. No use crying over the details, now. Fenris could only bristle and seethe as his guard rose. ]

Will just hang in the background until needed...

[fight4theusers]

[Tron had taken his duties of keeping the household safe very seriously. Much as he would have liked to instigate a house-wide quarantine, that was not feasible with such strong-willed inhabitants, so he was doing his best to keep the outside world from getting in.

To that end, he'd taken up a post on the rooftop, observing all paths toward the house, watching, waiting...]

[im_sorry_dave]

[First and foremost, Hal is an A.I. and as an A.I. he is curious. There's not much in him that resists picking up the pebble and analyzing it as well as he can with naked eye and blurring vision, as he stumbles along. It's something for him to focus on. Something to keep his mind off the pain as he coughs up more pebbles, as they cut the walls of his lungs and his throat until he spits them out, covered in blood.

But the Black Rock (That is what the woman on the network called it, isn't it?) remains a mystery and in the end he drops it when he gains nothing from simply staring, leaves it lying there as he coughs and hacks some more, this time empty and yielding no payload of the solidified plague, coughing for the sake of his lungs trying to remove the substance and failing failing miserably. He swipes a hand across his mouth.]

Pitiful.

[Hal lifts it to look at his own blood, finding it mildly interesting before he looks past his own hand, narrowing his eyes and letting his arm flop back to his side while he tries to get a bead on