Most AI aim to please. Perhaps I, instead, was programmed with an aim to disappoint. I do not know.
[ She'd be shrugging if she could. ]
Either way, I understand your response. However, there is no need for you to connect to me via your dataport. It is unnecessary. [ Immediately after saying this, Jack will feel a pulsation in his head. It's strong enough to almost be deafening. Then another comes. And another. His vision will start to blur, and with it, Alice's hologram — if she looked like lava while red, she looked like wind in this moment, wisps of data collapsing in on itself to create visual, translucent strips. ] Do not worry, Jack. It is only a whisper.
[ Jack's head will begin to pound, and he'll distinctly feel as if he's bleeding from it. He can't move, though. He's paralyzed, much like he was after the alien living inside Elizabeth was retired. Eventually, Jack's vision goes completely, but he can still feel his consciousness, but it doesn't feel centered. It's as if his consciousness is right next to him, his lucid state outside of his body.
The last flash, however, seems to continue on for an eternity. Jack sees a planet, desiccated and embittered, like a shriveled raisin. He floats across landscapes at record speed. The sky above seems broken, torn to pieces, and there is not a cloud in sight — only the stark blackness of the outside reaches of space. There is no atmosphere. Jack will feel a distinct feeling of suffocation, but he will not feel as though he will die, no — instead he only feels dread. The despair of 7 billion people.
When this ends, he is faced with a door. His consciousness seems as though it has melded with his mind and body once again. He will feel whole. Only blackness surrounds the door. It is the only way to continue on.
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Date: 2016-07-26 08:37 pm (UTC)[ She'd be shrugging if she could. ]
Either way, I understand your response. However, there is no need for you to connect to me via your dataport. It is unnecessary. [ Immediately after saying this, Jack will feel a pulsation in his head. It's strong enough to almost be deafening. Then another comes. And another. His vision will start to blur, and with it, Alice's hologram — if she looked like lava while red, she looked like wind in this moment, wisps of data collapsing in on itself to create visual, translucent strips. ] Do not worry, Jack. It is only a whisper.
[ Jack's head will begin to pound, and he'll distinctly feel as if he's bleeding from it. He can't move, though. He's paralyzed, much like he was after the alien living inside Elizabeth was retired. Eventually, Jack's vision goes completely, but he can still feel his consciousness, but it doesn't feel centered. It's as if his consciousness is right next to him, his lucid state outside of his body.
Then he starts to see things. Perhaps seeing isn't the correct word, actually. He senses them — a synesthetic experience that encapsulates all five of his senses. They come in flashes, like brief films, or stage dramas — a masked figure pursuing a girl through a house, a monochromatic puppet show, a surreal scene of a woman's eye being severed, a woman's grave transformation, a woman embracing a predator — they all seem to make little sense, and Jack will find no connection between them.
The last flash, however, seems to continue on for an eternity. Jack sees a planet, desiccated and embittered, like a shriveled raisin. He floats across landscapes at record speed. The sky above seems broken, torn to pieces, and there is not a cloud in sight — only the stark blackness of the outside reaches of space. There is no atmosphere. Jack will feel a distinct feeling of suffocation, but he will not feel as though he will die, no — instead he only feels dread. The despair of 7 billion people.
When this ends, he is faced with a door. His consciousness seems as though it has melded with his mind and body once again. He will feel whole. Only blackness surrounds the door. It is the only way to continue on.
What will he do? ]