Sigma Bad, Meta Good
Blame my really twisted subconscious for this.
The first thing Church was aware of was searing pain. It felt like someone was shoving a white hot spatula into his back. Scratch that; repeatedly into his back, every few inches a new plume of agony erupted. His eyes opened as he arched his back and screamed, letting everyone and their dead grandmother exactly how much pain he was in. Something pulled at his back, resistance he wanted to fight, to pull away from but hands, cold hands, pushed him back down as what seemed to be the last spatula was removed from his back. His eyes watered as blinding white light assaulted them and he was forced to close them, unable to look at the person restraining him. Trying again, Church was able to open his eyes and, after a few rapid blinks, realized who was holding him down.
“Tucker, let me go.” Church’s voice sounded like sandpaper on granite and felt not much better.
Tucker, with his fucking cold hands, shook his head. “No, you need to hold still for a bit longer.”
Mustering up as much rage as one could after being killed, revived, turned into an AI, and blasted with an EMP inside a psycho’s head, Church hissed back, “Why not?”
It was then it all hit. And it all hit all at once.
Then maybe you shouldn’t have hands that are that cold if you want me still.
His hands are too cold. I wonder if this body is fevered.
Forget the hands, I want to play with that hair!
Fool thinks he can restrain me?
I wanted my own room you Shisno.
It was all he needed to shove Tucker away, enough force to land him on his ass, and try to stand. Try was perhaps too strong of a word in this case, as Church could not even get his limbs to move in any coordinated way land him in an ungainly pile on the even colder floor. “Fuck! Tucker, what--?” Only he couldn’t finish because they were not finished. Whatever was in his head kept talking and talking and bickering and complaining and -
Strong hands grabbed him around the shoulders and pulled him into a more comfortable configuration. “Just breath. Concentrate on breathing and on the sound of my voice.” It was fucking Washington. That bastard was telling him to listen to his voice. Church could not believe his ears but, as Wash kept talking, he didn’t have much choice. “Your programming was destroyed in the EMP at Command. We were able to pull enough of your fragments together to recreate you.” The voices seemed to quite at Wash’s words as though they wanted to know what was going on as well. “Each AI has been implanted into this body; it was created just for you and for the propose of reintegrating all of the fragments into the original Alpha AI. Because of your unique nature, you will be able to manipulate your form and execute complex programming as though you were working out of a super advanced computer.”
Tucker, from the floor but a little closer, chimed in, “That body is a super advanced computer. Once all the fragments are fully integrated, you will basically be unstoppable.”
Church pulled away from Wash and let himself fall almost to the floor. “It hurts,” he hissed, fingers scrapping at the floor weakly.
“The was a chance that just putting so many AI into one body would start the integration process for at least one.” Wash’s voice was blunt and uncaring; trained. What he left unsaid spoke volumes: each AI integration would be painful. “But as you still have some muscle control, I don’t think that is what happened.” Would be very fucking painful.
You will get though it, Alpha. We will help you, a voice that sounded just like Delta said.
Well, you might, said a voice that sounded just like Omega.
“The implants are still raw; you really should not be trying to move on your own,” Wash continued, unaware of the things going on inside Church and seemingly uncaring.
Don’t. Don’t say that. David does care. Really he does.
Oh fuck, Church thought. He had Epsilon in there. There was no way this was going to end well.
“Tucker is going to get you some morphing.” Church could almost see Tucker getting up to get said morphing in his side view. “Just try to relax. This won’t hurt.” No but everything else will.
Oh yeah. And I get to watch you ender every moment of it.
The first thing Church was aware of was searing pain. It felt like someone was shoving a white hot spatula into his back. Scratch that; repeatedly into his back, every few inches a new plume of agony erupted. His eyes opened as he arched his back and screamed, letting everyone and their dead grandmother exactly how much pain he was in. Something pulled at his back, resistance he wanted to fight, to pull away from but hands, cold hands, pushed him back down as what seemed to be the last spatula was removed from his back. His eyes watered as blinding white light assaulted them and he was forced to close them, unable to look at the person restraining him. Trying again, Church was able to open his eyes and, after a few rapid blinks, realized who was holding him down.
“Tucker, let me go.” Church’s voice sounded like sandpaper on granite and felt not much better.
Tucker, with his fucking cold hands, shook his head. “No, you need to hold still for a bit longer.”
Mustering up as much rage as one could after being killed, revived, turned into an AI, and blasted with an EMP inside a psycho’s head, Church hissed back, “Why not?”
It was then it all hit. And it all hit all at once.
Then maybe you shouldn’t have hands that are that cold if you want me still.
His hands are too cold. I wonder if this body is fevered.
Forget the hands, I want to play with that hair!
Fool thinks he can restrain me?
I wanted my own room you Shisno.
It was all he needed to shove Tucker away, enough force to land him on his ass, and try to stand. Try was perhaps too strong of a word in this case, as Church could not even get his limbs to move in any coordinated way land him in an ungainly pile on the even colder floor. “Fuck! Tucker, what--?” Only he couldn’t finish because they were not finished. Whatever was in his head kept talking and talking and bickering and complaining and -
Strong hands grabbed him around the shoulders and pulled him into a more comfortable configuration. “Just breath. Concentrate on breathing and on the sound of my voice.” It was fucking Washington. That bastard was telling him to listen to his voice. Church could not believe his ears but, as Wash kept talking, he didn’t have much choice. “Your programming was destroyed in the EMP at Command. We were able to pull enough of your fragments together to recreate you.” The voices seemed to quite at Wash’s words as though they wanted to know what was going on as well. “Each AI has been implanted into this body; it was created just for you and for the propose of reintegrating all of the fragments into the original Alpha AI. Because of your unique nature, you will be able to manipulate your form and execute complex programming as though you were working out of a super advanced computer.”
Tucker, from the floor but a little closer, chimed in, “That body is a super advanced computer. Once all the fragments are fully integrated, you will basically be unstoppable.”
Church pulled away from Wash and let himself fall almost to the floor. “It hurts,” he hissed, fingers scrapping at the floor weakly.
“The was a chance that just putting so many AI into one body would start the integration process for at least one.” Wash’s voice was blunt and uncaring; trained. What he left unsaid spoke volumes: each AI integration would be painful. “But as you still have some muscle control, I don’t think that is what happened.” Would be very fucking painful.
You will get though it, Alpha. We will help you, a voice that sounded just like Delta said.
Well, you might, said a voice that sounded just like Omega.
“The implants are still raw; you really should not be trying to move on your own,” Wash continued, unaware of the things going on inside Church and seemingly uncaring.
Don’t. Don’t say that. David does care. Really he does.
Oh fuck, Church thought. He had Epsilon in there. There was no way this was going to end well.
“Tucker is going to get you some morphing.” Church could almost see Tucker getting up to get said morphing in his side view. “Just try to relax. This won’t hurt.” No but everything else will.
Oh yeah. And I get to watch you ender every moment of it.