The voice came again, broken and jagged as a thrown bottle. Fate funneled the video and audio to a secondary server to keep himself from being overloaded, and as soon as it eased he found his mind able to think. Facts clicked together to form a more cohesive picture even as he tempered the flood of data pouring toward him. This data, from an observer, a victim, had been about a woman, it was definitely a woman's voice on the line, and the taunting photos...the data all pointing to one thing:
Robin. Not, in fact, a dude. Robin. In trouble.
"Hey there," he spoke again, his humor abated for the moment as he tried to talk her through the storm of data. He wasn't sure if the fall had jarred Robin's tech or if something else was going on, but he tried to keep his voice as gentle as a blanket draped over one sleeping in the cold. "I'm not doing anything--it's coming from your system."
It dawned on him that she must be staring at the same collection of data--the horrifying images likely swimming in front of her eyesockets like so much ambient pain. Her own past? Did she have a built-in memory cortex? "Hey, I'm here. I might not be there, but I'm real. Okay? Are you hurt? Is that what's going on? Did some circuits get knocked loose? Tell me what's happening, Goodfellow."
He could send down a medbot, could operate a tech transient from here. What he couldn't do was physically get her out of the hole. Yet. It was going to take time to locate an android to appropriate. But at least he had a location, a personal grip on her, even if he didn't have eyes. Which reminded him that he needed to reroute a drone to her location.
And then he suddenly had eyes--just not on her. Whatever tech she had was pulling up on his screen without his permission, still bereft of sense enough to blast through.
He was really going to have to fix the overly familiar way she had with his tech.
After he fixed THIS.
"Deep breaths, little minx. Slow and deep." She might not be little, but she was definitely a tricky bit of technological demon. It sounded good to him, anyway. He wished he had eyes on her instead of the walls though...all he had to go on was the pictures she'd sent.
And who knew if..."Stars, if those pictures were her...and damn it anyway but she's a woman...that puts our playdate in an entirely different perspective, now, doesn't it?"
He blew out a harsh breath of his own as he realized he'd done it again. Hoped she wasn't offended. Guessed if she weren't as panicked, she might have given him a piece of her mind. After all, multitasking in both perv-land brain and helpful reassurance mode wasn't exactly a winning combination.
She might not have noticed at all, in fact. Fate frowned as text overlaid the dim metallic background of the tube. Repetitive and less like keyed text...more like she was transmitting directly. Calculations? Of what? If he wasn't so focused on pulling pieces into place to fix the situation, he'd have jumped on them out of sheer curiosity. Had she accidentally given him access to her brain? Was she wearing an HUD? Whatever she was doing...it was fascinating.
Not helpful. I know it's not helpful. Less admiring, more doing SOMETHING, moron! Figure. It. Out.
More text, messages this time instead of a data overlay, and more specific, layered in panic and scrambled by fear.
"Oh." He gasped aloud as he read what were essentially her thoughts, heard her plea, and realized what had happened. Like his own occasional issues with the outside world, Robin must have had something similar with enclosures. Enclosures like the one he'd thoughtlessly dumped her in, ones that triggered memories. "OH. Fuck. FUCK."
The command streamed to his console through his datajack and the top of the tin can tube snapped open.
"Okay. Robin, hey. How about you look up for me? And just breathe. Yes?"
Robin. Not, in fact, a dude. Robin. In trouble.
"Hey there," he spoke again, his humor abated for the moment as he tried to talk her through the storm of data. He wasn't sure if the fall had jarred Robin's tech or if something else was going on, but he tried to keep his voice as gentle as a blanket draped over one sleeping in the cold. "I'm not doing anything--it's coming from your system."
It dawned on him that she must be staring at the same collection of data--the horrifying images likely swimming in front of her eyesockets like so much ambient pain. Her own past? Did she have a built-in memory cortex? "Hey, I'm here. I might not be there, but I'm real. Okay? Are you hurt? Is that what's going on? Did some circuits get knocked loose? Tell me what's happening, Goodfellow."
He could send down a medbot, could operate a tech transient from here. What he couldn't do was physically get her out of the hole. Yet. It was going to take time to locate an android to appropriate. But at least he had a location, a personal grip on her, even if he didn't have eyes. Which reminded him that he needed to reroute a drone to her location.
And then he suddenly had eyes--just not on her. Whatever tech she had was pulling up on his screen without his permission, still bereft of sense enough to blast through.
He was really going to have to fix the overly familiar way she had with his tech.
After he fixed THIS.
"Deep breaths, little minx. Slow and deep." She might not be little, but she was definitely a tricky bit of technological demon. It sounded good to him, anyway. He wished he had eyes on her instead of the walls though...all he had to go on was the pictures she'd sent.
And who knew if..."Stars, if those pictures were her...and damn it anyway but she's a woman...that puts our playdate in an entirely different perspective, now, doesn't it?"
He blew out a harsh breath of his own as he realized he'd done it again. Hoped she wasn't offended. Guessed if she weren't as panicked, she might have given him a piece of her mind. After all, multitasking in both perv-land brain and helpful reassurance mode wasn't exactly a winning combination.
She might not have noticed at all, in fact. Fate frowned as text overlaid the dim metallic background of the tube. Repetitive and less like keyed text...more like she was transmitting directly. Calculations? Of what? If he wasn't so focused on pulling pieces into place to fix the situation, he'd have jumped on them out of sheer curiosity. Had she accidentally given him access to her brain? Was she wearing an HUD? Whatever she was doing...it was fascinating.
Not helpful. I know it's not helpful. Less admiring, more doing SOMETHING, moron! Figure. It. Out.
More text, messages this time instead of a data overlay, and more specific, layered in panic and scrambled by fear.
"Oh." He gasped aloud as he read what were essentially her thoughts, heard her plea, and realized what had happened. Like his own occasional issues with the outside world, Robin must have had something similar with enclosures. Enclosures like the one he'd thoughtlessly dumped her in, ones that triggered memories. "OH. Fuck. FUCK."
The command streamed to his console through his datajack and the top of the tin can tube snapped open.
"Okay. Robin, hey. How about you look up for me? And just breathe. Yes?"
Dreams come in a size too big so we can grow into them.
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