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onepassingnight2013-01-27 07:28 am
forhiscause) wrote in onepassingnight2013-01-27 07:28 am
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✹ 001 ✹ systems overload
Living in John's helmet wasn't always a bad thing. He knew how to take care of a girl, how to make her feel special. If she could choose a place out of all the locations she was consciously aware of(and for an A.I. those were many) she was sure that there was no other safer place than that little slot in the back of his head. She felt close to him when they were together, it was the most optimal way to securely ensure she was aiding him in everything he could possibly need.
When she wasn't analyzing enemy comm-links or checking his vitals, she was watching. Being an A.I. definitely had it's cons but what she lost with her inability to touch, she gained with her ability to see. Everything John had ever lived she had shared and sometimes she wondered what was beyond her confinements.
Perhaps it was why her dream had manifested into a world of color and sky. Despite the danger they always seemed to be in, these new worlds they explored were majestic. Chief had gone through jungles, mountains, flat lands, and he never stopped to watch. But she had, she remembered the way the jungles were stiffed with heat, how she had to overwork his armor to keep him in adequate homeostasis or how wind would blow and make all those leaves dance and shimmer in the sunlight. Cortana heaved a sigh as the wind seemed to pick up, some invisible force pushing her off her center and she stumbled forward blue locks coming over her eyes as she brought a hand up to brush them away in shock.
"What are you doing, Cortana." She could feel and for a girl who had never felt any sensation, this was very overwhelming. There was no control, she couldn't stop the wind even if she tried. She was exposed. "Look at you. Over thinking again. Analyzing all those definitions and descriptions and this is what you accomplish?" But why not? After all they've been through, "After everything I've suffered-"
"Stop. Just stop thinking."
The wind wasn't stopping, truth be told, she wasn't sure she liked it. It was pushing her, she could feel it. Her logic told her that this was caused by millions and millions of atoms that were pressing against her nude form and she couldn't do anything but grip her head and keep the voices under control. She had to stop thinking but it was useless and this overwhelming sensation was making her anxious.
"I-I can't...." Her voice quivered responding to her own voices as she dares lift up her eyes only to have the wind blow against them. She gives a shocked gasped as her hands came up to cover her face.
"S-stop it, Cortana!" Because clearly, this is all in her head and she's torturing herself.
When she wasn't analyzing enemy comm-links or checking his vitals, she was watching. Being an A.I. definitely had it's cons but what she lost with her inability to touch, she gained with her ability to see. Everything John had ever lived she had shared and sometimes she wondered what was beyond her confinements.
Perhaps it was why her dream had manifested into a world of color and sky. Despite the danger they always seemed to be in, these new worlds they explored were majestic. Chief had gone through jungles, mountains, flat lands, and he never stopped to watch. But she had, she remembered the way the jungles were stiffed with heat, how she had to overwork his armor to keep him in adequate homeostasis or how wind would blow and make all those leaves dance and shimmer in the sunlight. Cortana heaved a sigh as the wind seemed to pick up, some invisible force pushing her off her center and she stumbled forward blue locks coming over her eyes as she brought a hand up to brush them away in shock.
"What are you doing, Cortana." She could feel and for a girl who had never felt any sensation, this was very overwhelming. There was no control, she couldn't stop the wind even if she tried. She was exposed. "Look at you. Over thinking again. Analyzing all those definitions and descriptions and this is what you accomplish?" But why not? After all they've been through, "After everything I've suffered-"
"Stop. Just stop thinking."
The wind wasn't stopping, truth be told, she wasn't sure she liked it. It was pushing her, she could feel it. Her logic told her that this was caused by millions and millions of atoms that were pressing against her nude form and she couldn't do anything but grip her head and keep the voices under control. She had to stop thinking but it was useless and this overwhelming sensation was making her anxious.
"I-I can't...." Her voice quivered responding to her own voices as she dares lift up her eyes only to have the wind blow against them. She gives a shocked gasped as her hands came up to cover her face.
"S-stop it, Cortana!" Because clearly, this is all in her head and she's torturing herself.