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onepassingnight2013-02-05 03:22 am
maverickhunterx) wrote in onepassingnight2013-02-05 03:22 am
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*001* | In Memoriam
"Hey."
Nothing but a simple tombstone, engraved with nothing but a "Z", stared back at him. Not that X expected it could talk; a slab of stone under a large blossoming apple tree didn't make for good conversation, he wagered. Still, there was a comfort in small, silent things, from the simple grassy field that made up their meeting place to the hilt of the beam sabre that sat next to the bouquet of irises that lied down next to it.
It wasn't meant to be an extravagant place full of pomp and ceremony: the clear sunny sky, endless grass (short of the single tree), and lack of any sort of building made that abundantly clear.
"It's been a while since I've seen you...sorry about that. I've been busy and it's been hard to get away, even to sleep. You know how it is."
X chuckled, scratching his head.
"But we're starting to home in on the last of the straggler groups still holding onto Sigma's ideals. We might even win the war soon, and then...well. Things will be peaceful again. Maybe I'll be able to go back to being a B-class, huh?"
Maybe. Maybe he'd even be able to wear his favorite human clothes, like he was wearing now: blue upon blue, with even more blue. Right now, he couldn't have even worn these around the base with as little free time as he had, but here, it was all right. In dreams, everything was safe, including prattling about at a gravestone in the middle of nowhere like he was a character in a human drama.
Well. He was alone.
There was no harm in creating a grave for an old friend that didn't exist in the real world, just as there was no harm in voicing his thoughts to him.
After all, it wasn't as though anyone could hear him.
Nothing but a simple tombstone, engraved with nothing but a "Z", stared back at him. Not that X expected it could talk; a slab of stone under a large blossoming apple tree didn't make for good conversation, he wagered. Still, there was a comfort in small, silent things, from the simple grassy field that made up their meeting place to the hilt of the beam sabre that sat next to the bouquet of irises that lied down next to it.
It wasn't meant to be an extravagant place full of pomp and ceremony: the clear sunny sky, endless grass (short of the single tree), and lack of any sort of building made that abundantly clear.
"It's been a while since I've seen you...sorry about that. I've been busy and it's been hard to get away, even to sleep. You know how it is."
X chuckled, scratching his head.
"But we're starting to home in on the last of the straggler groups still holding onto Sigma's ideals. We might even win the war soon, and then...well. Things will be peaceful again. Maybe I'll be able to go back to being a B-class, huh?"
Maybe. Maybe he'd even be able to wear his favorite human clothes, like he was wearing now: blue upon blue, with even more blue. Right now, he couldn't have even worn these around the base with as little free time as he had, but here, it was all right. In dreams, everything was safe, including prattling about at a gravestone in the middle of nowhere like he was a character in a human drama.
Well. He was alone.
There was no harm in creating a grave for an old friend that didn't exist in the real world, just as there was no harm in voicing his thoughts to him.
After all, it wasn't as though anyone could hear him.
no subject
But...
........um. Wait. Why was he so surprised? That...didn't normally happen, did it? Objects within dreams didn't become self-aware enough, or at least acted self-aware enough to not even know they were within a dream. He supposed that if it was his own data, it was probable that it could have reacted in any way X saw fit, or whatever adapted with his own situation and dream-state...
But something didn't seem right.
No, nothing seemed right about any of this, though maybe that itself was part of the dream simulation. X didn't make pretentious to being a dream-expert, nor did he ever intend on doing so; even after all the research he and Dr. Cain still did on his systems, nobody fully knew how they worked, and his own understanding of his dream-states were...
...fuzzy, at best.]
Fallen asleep on the job? What do you mean? You're...you're data, aren't you?
[Of course he was. The probability of him being anything else was so outside of the realm of science
X, you do realize that you yourself come from a magical world of sparklescience and Unicorn Logic, right?that he didn't even...Unless he was a Reploid himself, but when did Reploids have the ability to cross into others' dreamscapes? Especially X's? His firewalls were far too advanced for most to break into, unless somehow when he slept, he...]
Just who are you?
no subject
no subject
Okay. Okay, X just had to think for a moment. This...person was clearly claiming to be a human, and acted independent of the environment (thus the programming) that surrounded it.
This could mean one of two things:
This strange man was somehow another AI that managed to walk into his dreamscape and get through his firewalls accidentally using a wireless connection.
This strange man was a huma--
--nope. Nope, sorry, he wasn't even going to go into that line of thinking yet, sorry. That was completely impossible, unless a human translated themselves as data and managed to walk through his mind but how in the world was that even possible? Or, barring that, and a human simply crossed into his dreams while sleeping, that added a lot more questions about X's dream-state that he wasn't even going to think about.
X turned fully towards him.]
I'm not, I just...!
[If you only knew how impossible X saw this entire situation. Do you even see the confusion, the BSOD that took over every facial feature?!]
Are you a Reploid, too, sir?
[Or was X really just having one hell of a weird dream?]