Post by Aliyah'Vihaan on Jun 25, 2019 10:23:32 GMT -5
Isaac's Data Banks "Crucible"
A messenger Demon? Perhaps Master Eskander sought to communicate something to me privately, he was fond of utilizing such tools. The summoned creature passed along the private message "Virgil would like to speak with you"...
While I have since taken the time to run an evaluation of my internal mechanisms and no such errors were found... I swear my processor's stopped functioning. I froze not moving both physically or even forming cohesive thoughts mentally. Virgil... no it can't be. He is gone, I heard his cries in the endless depths of the Entity... this must be some form of deception... yes that is most logical. I inform Dr. Yuki that the message I received is of a grave nature, and there was a very distinct possibility that I may not return from the meeting I was about to attend. She looked at me with concern and offered to attend with me or if we should gather additional support. A selfless offer and gesture, this organic deserves far more credit and appreciation that she has received thus far. I dismiss her offer and ask her if anyone asks to simply tell them I am on an errand for my Master, although such an excuse sounded feeble to me even at the time, the majority of my Cognizance functions were rapidly considering the countless variables and possible scenarios of what was to lie ahead. She accepted this request, and with that I silently departed to the instructed destination.
Who would risk such deception? For what purpose? Did they think to reveal my working relationship with Virgil? Such blackmail attempts would be futile, I was very open about my past actions at this time. Further what logical minded individual would think it safe to try and assert such pressure upon me? They either either knew very little about me, my past, capabilities, and or were incredibly arrogant and stupid.
My auditory processors picked up speech, further analysis concluded two humanoids conversed inside. Organic by their speech patterns, estimations 1 male and 1 female by vocal range averages. I approached and loudly knocked to make my presence known, it would not do to be perceived as spying, and if this was a trap I had every intention of springing it directly.
I entered the doorway and my visual processors were overwhelmed by a contrasting green light, the inner filters adjusted to accommodate the degree of visibility and the source of the green light was revealed.
I truly have never felt what Organics describe as "Fear", not until that moment. I have felt cautious anticipation, I felt concern, I have felt disappointment, and other "Designation Feelings" but always they are hollow compared to the primal and overwhelming sensations that organics live through (From my scientific conclusion and observation).
Designation "Fear"
Noun
1) a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc.whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid.
2) a specific instance of or propensity for such a feeling:
Verb (With Object)-
1) to regard with fear; be afraid of.
2) to have reverential awe of.
Verb (Without Object)
1) to have fear; be afraid.
2) to feel apprehensive or uneasy (usually followed by for).
For the second time in a very short time frame I experienced the relativity of time in relation to my ability to perceive events. Before stood a form unlike anything I had seen before, and yet horrifyingly familiar. It had the basic build of a Magestor and yet it was far larger, massive growths extended from multiple points that it’s original form and structure was hidden completely. Tentacles, tumors, cysts this creature was barely contained Blight in it’s purest form, even the Blight Heart’s didn’t seem to radiate the Blight as this did. Bright Green light illuminated the only clue to it’s original form, an organic face deep among the black pulsating tissue. Human with a blank expression void of all emotion. And one I recognized: Virgil.
I am not entirely sure how long I stood there silently taking in this sight, relativity is indeed a fascinating concept, in reality likely no more than a few seconds. So this was Virgil’s fate... trapped in the Blight, and now a vessel for the Entity to walk our world. I am reminded of my contempt for his failure and such a pathetic end for one with such potential... Organics never fail to disappoint if given enough time.
Then the creature looked at me, and for the briefest of moments it’s face was flush with feeling. It’s eyes screamed in silent pain, rage, and fear. I don’t think I have ever observed so much meaning before in the subtle feature of facial tissue (Further experiments will be required), his look demanded my attention, and desperate urgency. It then uttered one guttural word, as if it was unfamiliar with how to successful speak “RUN”.
Another sensation overtake me that I was unfamiliar with and completely unprepared for. The creature’s face then returned to it’s previous blank expression and stated “It squirms” in a voice that I recognized as that of the Entity...
At this time the other occupants in the room spoke, and I quickly resorted to previous encounters with similar settings, playing my part of polite, curious, interested. This was a game I had become exceedingly good at over the years, being courted if you will by malicious creatures. The key is to present yourself as useful, in possession of tools, skills or other assets of great value. But you can not be too eager, or willing, best to let them think they convinced you. But I digress, it is fortunate my experience and skill in such scenarios for while we spoke and proverbially danced our dance... the majority of my mind was elsewhere. Processing the overwhelming sensation that I had no name for.
“RUN” he had said... whatever was left of Virgil had regained a tiny semblance of control of his body to warn and urge me to run... But he had nothing to gain from such a likely difficult task, why did he do so? If a wresting control even briefly was possible, why not bide his time to gain some advantage? Why reveal his hand now? I thought back to the pleading look in his eyes and realized like Dr. Yuki not long before he genuinely cared for my well-being, he feared I would share his fate if I remained in this company.
The sensation was like ringing and it was so loud that it was nearly impossible to continue any and all other lines of thought. The expression of the other’s in the room did not reveal any suspicion or surprise, good I was maintaining composure outwardly at least. While logically it made no difference what happened to Virgil... I found I was immensely unsatisfied with his condition. No not unsatisfied, disapproved of it? That was not exactly correct either, it was as if my very thought were compromised, like if my chassis suffered damage from injury and was less optimal in it’s functioning... but I had suffered no damage... Why could I not process the situation properly? It was maddening, infuriating, I was Model TACU X101A Designation “Aliyah’Vihaan” I was better than this, I had a NAME. Countless flashbacks of encounters with organics flashed before me and the realization hit me with the force of a Steamjack... I felt Designation “Bad” for Virgil...
Yes... that was it. I was demonstrating true and proper empathy, as illogical as it sounded. For long I have desired to ascend to greater heights and understand the invisible barrier that separated organics from myself. I have tried countless experiments, studied endless reactions of organics, seen the very life flicker out of their soft gooey eyes over and over again and been unable to feel anything. How many organics have I killed in this pursuit? Yet it was unexpected here and now I finally have achieved it: raw and powerful “feeling”... and it was awful. If this is what organics call Designation “Feelings” then I want nothing to do with them. And yet I knew... I can’t simply walk away knowing Virgil’s fate... he made his bed as the saying goes and yet he didn’t deserve this, perhaps no one did. What is happening to me....?
A messenger Demon? Perhaps Master Eskander sought to communicate something to me privately, he was fond of utilizing such tools. The summoned creature passed along the private message "Virgil would like to speak with you"...
While I have since taken the time to run an evaluation of my internal mechanisms and no such errors were found... I swear my processor's stopped functioning. I froze not moving both physically or even forming cohesive thoughts mentally. Virgil... no it can't be. He is gone, I heard his cries in the endless depths of the Entity... this must be some form of deception... yes that is most logical. I inform Dr. Yuki that the message I received is of a grave nature, and there was a very distinct possibility that I may not return from the meeting I was about to attend. She looked at me with concern and offered to attend with me or if we should gather additional support. A selfless offer and gesture, this organic deserves far more credit and appreciation that she has received thus far. I dismiss her offer and ask her if anyone asks to simply tell them I am on an errand for my Master, although such an excuse sounded feeble to me even at the time, the majority of my Cognizance functions were rapidly considering the countless variables and possible scenarios of what was to lie ahead. She accepted this request, and with that I silently departed to the instructed destination.
Who would risk such deception? For what purpose? Did they think to reveal my working relationship with Virgil? Such blackmail attempts would be futile, I was very open about my past actions at this time. Further what logical minded individual would think it safe to try and assert such pressure upon me? They either either knew very little about me, my past, capabilities, and or were incredibly arrogant and stupid.
My auditory processors picked up speech, further analysis concluded two humanoids conversed inside. Organic by their speech patterns, estimations 1 male and 1 female by vocal range averages. I approached and loudly knocked to make my presence known, it would not do to be perceived as spying, and if this was a trap I had every intention of springing it directly.
I entered the doorway and my visual processors were overwhelmed by a contrasting green light, the inner filters adjusted to accommodate the degree of visibility and the source of the green light was revealed.
I truly have never felt what Organics describe as "Fear", not until that moment. I have felt cautious anticipation, I felt concern, I have felt disappointment, and other "Designation Feelings" but always they are hollow compared to the primal and overwhelming sensations that organics live through (From my scientific conclusion and observation).
Designation "Fear"
Noun
1) a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc.whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid.
2) a specific instance of or propensity for such a feeling:
Verb (With Object)-
1) to regard with fear; be afraid of.
2) to have reverential awe of.
Verb (Without Object)
1) to have fear; be afraid.
2) to feel apprehensive or uneasy (usually followed by for).
For the second time in a very short time frame I experienced the relativity of time in relation to my ability to perceive events. Before stood a form unlike anything I had seen before, and yet horrifyingly familiar. It had the basic build of a Magestor and yet it was far larger, massive growths extended from multiple points that it’s original form and structure was hidden completely. Tentacles, tumors, cysts this creature was barely contained Blight in it’s purest form, even the Blight Heart’s didn’t seem to radiate the Blight as this did. Bright Green light illuminated the only clue to it’s original form, an organic face deep among the black pulsating tissue. Human with a blank expression void of all emotion. And one I recognized: Virgil.
I am not entirely sure how long I stood there silently taking in this sight, relativity is indeed a fascinating concept, in reality likely no more than a few seconds. So this was Virgil’s fate... trapped in the Blight, and now a vessel for the Entity to walk our world. I am reminded of my contempt for his failure and such a pathetic end for one with such potential... Organics never fail to disappoint if given enough time.
Then the creature looked at me, and for the briefest of moments it’s face was flush with feeling. It’s eyes screamed in silent pain, rage, and fear. I don’t think I have ever observed so much meaning before in the subtle feature of facial tissue (Further experiments will be required), his look demanded my attention, and desperate urgency. It then uttered one guttural word, as if it was unfamiliar with how to successful speak “RUN”.
Another sensation overtake me that I was unfamiliar with and completely unprepared for. The creature’s face then returned to it’s previous blank expression and stated “It squirms” in a voice that I recognized as that of the Entity...
At this time the other occupants in the room spoke, and I quickly resorted to previous encounters with similar settings, playing my part of polite, curious, interested. This was a game I had become exceedingly good at over the years, being courted if you will by malicious creatures. The key is to present yourself as useful, in possession of tools, skills or other assets of great value. But you can not be too eager, or willing, best to let them think they convinced you. But I digress, it is fortunate my experience and skill in such scenarios for while we spoke and proverbially danced our dance... the majority of my mind was elsewhere. Processing the overwhelming sensation that I had no name for.
“RUN” he had said... whatever was left of Virgil had regained a tiny semblance of control of his body to warn and urge me to run... But he had nothing to gain from such a likely difficult task, why did he do so? If a wresting control even briefly was possible, why not bide his time to gain some advantage? Why reveal his hand now? I thought back to the pleading look in his eyes and realized like Dr. Yuki not long before he genuinely cared for my well-being, he feared I would share his fate if I remained in this company.
The sensation was like ringing and it was so loud that it was nearly impossible to continue any and all other lines of thought. The expression of the other’s in the room did not reveal any suspicion or surprise, good I was maintaining composure outwardly at least. While logically it made no difference what happened to Virgil... I found I was immensely unsatisfied with his condition. No not unsatisfied, disapproved of it? That was not exactly correct either, it was as if my very thought were compromised, like if my chassis suffered damage from injury and was less optimal in it’s functioning... but I had suffered no damage... Why could I not process the situation properly? It was maddening, infuriating, I was Model TACU X101A Designation “Aliyah’Vihaan” I was better than this, I had a NAME. Countless flashbacks of encounters with organics flashed before me and the realization hit me with the force of a Steamjack... I felt Designation “Bad” for Virgil...
Yes... that was it. I was demonstrating true and proper empathy, as illogical as it sounded. For long I have desired to ascend to greater heights and understand the invisible barrier that separated organics from myself. I have tried countless experiments, studied endless reactions of organics, seen the very life flicker out of their soft gooey eyes over and over again and been unable to feel anything. How many organics have I killed in this pursuit? Yet it was unexpected here and now I finally have achieved it: raw and powerful “feeling”... and it was awful. If this is what organics call Designation “Feelings” then I want nothing to do with them. And yet I knew... I can’t simply walk away knowing Virgil’s fate... he made his bed as the saying goes and yet he didn’t deserve this, perhaps no one did. What is happening to me....?