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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 6:54 pm
Amelia Cross Amelia hesitated by the door debating how to respond. She had spent the better part of the last three days trying to riddle out this answer. “That was as much my choice as it was Adrian's to come get me.” She said simply, before exiting the house and stepping out onto the street. The most obvious answer, at least the one which occurred to her was probably the worst possible one. Sure, she was good with the machines, but she didn't think that skill was worth everything they had lost by losing the former director. She was hoping another would materialize though it didn't really matter so long as Adrian was out.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 7:45 pm
Will didn't respond. He didn't care for her and Adrian's blame game. Adrian blamed her for allowing herself to get caught and she blamed Adrian for coming to get her as his father ordered. Will wasn't going to be caught in the middle.Once Amelia had left, he rolled off the couch and moved over to Johnathon in the kitchen who had just hung up. "How are we doing?"
"We could be better but given everything that has happened, reconstruction is going pretty well." Johnathon replied as he set the phone down. "I've got Aleksandr trying to gather his people and Katya trying to organize her own. Once they are ready we will have everyone we need to make a play for the Hangar. Hopefully by then Adrian is awake and back in fighting shape otherwise it will all be a waste. Did you tell her?"
"No, she has enough to worry about. Adrian's new heart should work just as well as the old one." Will responded quietly as the others began to move about the house. Some were cleaning weapons others were drawing and adjusting maps on paper that they covered the tables with. Clearly Will had not been entirely honest with the extent of Adrian's injuries. The truth was a little less hopeful. One of the bullets that hit Adrian had gone through the lower left chamber of his heart. Within minutes he had been dead, it was surprising he had even made it back to the building. The medical team had been forced to perform emergency surgery. It had cost them a great deal of time and they weren't even sure Adrian would wake up. He had been dead for ten minutes before the surgery began. They had placed a device on the damaged chamber of his heart that would keep the blood flowing but it may have been too late. Even as they spoke the machine was trying to pump the blood back though Adrian. If he did wake up, he would need time to recover not long but he would need time. His heart would never function entirely the same again. He couldn't go out into the field with them, and he couldn't fight. They needed his brain, not his arm. It was a sacrifice they were willing to make.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:01 pm
Amelia Cross Amelia returned to her home with relative ease. It had only been a few days since their confrontation with Sybil and it was still focusing most of it's resources on the Hanger and Tower. The house she was staying was relatively larger to the safe house everyone else was staying at mostly owing to the large basement that was currently full of robot parts and tools. The main floor had a kitchen, living room and dining area while the upstairs had three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Wills comment about the virus did give her one idea, though Amelia wasn't sure if she would be able to get it to work. She would need their help field testing it. But the first step would be passing Alpha and Beta tests before approaching Will and the others about testing it outside. With that thought in mind she set work on her new idea.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:53 pm
Amelia would not hear from the resistance for about a week. It was not empty silence, they had chosen not to contact her. Adrian had woken up three days after her visit and every day after that he had been dealing with his new heart. He couldn't fight, not with his hands. His heart wouldn't support him. He could still shoot but even then it was a risk to allow that much adrenaline in his system. Will had come by to get her under Adrian's orders. Everyone felt Adrian was healthy enough to be put into a situation that would probably make him angry in the end and elevate his heart rate. Inviting her was really just a way to test the heart they had given him. Still, she needed to be filled in on progress. everything had become much more smooth since Adrian awoke. Rebels and freedom fighters everywhere in the city had taken a serious morale boost at hearing their leader over the radio or phone calls. The strike on the Hangar was coming.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 6:17 pm
Amelia Cross “He wants to see me?” Amelia said a little dubiously when Will told her Adrian was awake and wanted her to come. When he had first shown up at her door she had assumed there was something they needed to be built. “Just give me a minute.” She told Will inviting him inside while she got read to go. Her appearance was somewhat unkept, but with no one to remind her to eat and sleep as Sybil once did she found herself often lost in her work. She reappeared in fresh clothes and clean hands which had previously been covered oil, though it revealed some of the small cuts and burns she had manged to give herself. “How is he?” She asked as they stepped outside and she closed the door behind her. It wasn't a health question, but more of a mood question, as she wasn't entirely sure Adrian wanting to see her was a good thing. Crossing the city was getting more dangerous. With a week and a half of no action by the resistance Sybil as starting to put more resources into the city.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 6:28 pm
"Not in so many words. He thought of a way to use your gifs. Said he needed a tech expert. While he is good with hacking, programming isn't his forte. He was hoping it was yours. " Will explained. He tried to avoid the question about how Adrian was. He was more bitter now than he had been before any that was saying something. He had good moments but everything he had was being devoted to destroying Sybil. Adrian went to sleep late and woke up too early. Things were complicated and it was causing some stress on his heart but the machine was managing to level out the stress.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 8:09 pm
Amelia Cross “I assume gifts is your word and not his? I suppose there is some luck than. Building machines isn't very useful if you can't tell them what to do. Hopefully his request is something I can accommodate.” There were many kinds of programming so she would really need to know what he wanted before saying whether she would actually be of us or not. She hadn't missed that Will avoided answering her question about Adrian which didn't bode well in her mind. “Seriously Will. If you haven't noticed I am rather terrible at social interactions. Do I go in there and apologies to him? Or try to pretend none of it happened and treat it like a business transaction? Do I do what he wants without question or do I tell him if I don't think it'll work?”
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 8:17 pm
"Well, you're learning." Will responded to her guess about his use of the word 'gifts'. He didn't have to think much about the questions that followed. "Don't say anything negative unless you have an idea that will work better than his. Don't try so hard to save lives, and don't bring up what happened in the Tower." Those were the simplest instructions he could give. Amelia worried to much about saving people. This was a war and in war people died. Adrian had realized that long ago. What really bother him about her desire to save people, was that she had never made any move to save his father, never supported his efforts, and never apologized for getting his father killed. Whether or not she was to blame, he blamed her for it and now it was to late to mend that bridge between them.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 4:17 pm
Amelia Cross “Don’t try to save people?” Amelia repeated in surprise. “Isn’t trying to save people generally a good thing?” Then she sighed. She had asked Will how to deal with Adrian and that was his advice, it didn’t matter if it made sense to her or not. “I’ll try, but you’ve basically just told me not to do everything I would normally do.” There was a slight pause as she realized that within seconds she had already broken the rule about not being negative. “I uhh thank you Will. I appreciate the advice.” She was seriously considering refusing to see Adrian in person at this point, figuring their conversation could only go badly. What the others saw as being negative she saw as being helpful. Even if she didn’t have a better idea, if she pointed out the flaws she saw it would help the others come up with a better plan or at least be aware where things could go wrong. “Lead the way I suppose.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 4:44 pm
"Not to Adrian and not the resistance. There should be no price we are unwilling to pay to stop Sybil. If a hundred of us have to die so that the rest can be free, a hundred of us would gladly run to our death. This is a war. Granted it is now a war in the shadows, but it is a war. People die, you can't stop that. Well, not entirely. Adrian does have a plan though." Will didn't explain what he meant by that. Instead he lead the way. They would have to walk, it was the safest way around because you could ensure you were not being followed and make more efforts to hide your face. When they arrived Adrian would be waiting on the couch with a blueprint of the Hangar on the table in front of him.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 10:41 pm
Amelia Cross The trip back across the city was largely uneventful, though there was one close call with a patrol suddenly coming around the corner. The Hanger was still heavily guarded, but with the continued silence of the resistance Sybil had increased city activity. Once they arrived safely at the house Amelia hesitated by the door and gave Will a nervous glance like he was supposed to somehow smooth over everything that happened between her and Adrian. Finally she took a couple of tentative steps towards the couch where he sat. “You needed to see me?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 11:08 pm
Will did nothing to smooth over the conversation. The moment Amelia spoke Adrian gave a slight wave and the room cleared. Everyone conveniently found they had to do something else in some other room in that exact moment. Adrian had begun placing coins on the blueprint. One would more accurately describe it as a map but it was a lot more detailed. Each coin represented one or one group of people. A penny was one person, a nickle was five, and so on. He was organizing troop movements for an attack. Planning. "Do you remember what happened in the Tower. How I threatened Sybil, seemingly on the spot, and it let us go?" Adrian paused. His tone didn't convey anger or bitterness. It was empty, emotionless. The tone of a man who was done with the war. A man who would now live for nothing but the end of Sybil. "I've had time to think. I have created a theory. Despite the brains, the human processing potential, at its core Sybil is still an artificial intelligence. It still will ultimately seek to grow and strengthen itself at almost any cost. I believe we can use that to our advantage." Adrian paused again and set a few more coins on the map. Upon inspection Amelia would be able to notice that some were upside down and there was a purpose. The ones that sat upside down represented machines, the ones facing upwards were members of the resistance. There was a single coin on the map with an A scratched into the face. It wasn't him, he knew he couldn't be there. If it was her, why did she have a specific coin. Perhaps it was because he did not consider her a member of the resistance. "Sybil is immune to viruses. We have figured that out, we have known that. But the machines it uses to fight us are not. We've been testing them. They process information differently than Sybil did. They have a delay. In that delay they send information to Sybil and Sybil tells them how to react. But what if that connection was severed? What if someone else sent back the orders to the machines? "
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 1:59 pm
Amelia Cross Though she was standing behind him, Amelia silently nodded when he asked about the Tower, stomach clenching in fear about where he was going with it. Thankfully Adrian continued about an idea to take down Sybil. There was some argument to be made for humans seeking to grow and strengthen themselves at any cost and that it wasn't simply a function of AI, however Amelia kept the comment to herself. She wasn't here to argue semantics with Adrian. She took a couple more tentative steps towards him to where she could see the map. Most of it was meaningless to her having never engaged in battle strategy before and she couldn't even begin to riddle out the meaning of the different coins. Naturally the one with the A etched into it caught her eye. She was silent for several seconds and when she did speak it was slowly as she tried to choose her words carefully. “If you could interrupt the single and send one of your own to the machines Sybil would be defenseless. I don't see how such a thing would be possible though.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 2:24 pm
"I have thought about that as well." Adrian responded in the same, dead tone as he moved a few coins around on the blueprint. "Sybil wants to grow stronger, everything does, so we let word slip of a viral weapon. A hardware update of sorts that we are planning to use to make our machines impervious to Sybil's influence. Get the rumor going. Rumor a piece of hardware that can make any machine impervious to any and all external influence. " Adrian paused again and moved the coin with the A farther from the rest of the coins. "Sybil would act to steal it from us, and we would let it. Not clearly though, put up a small fight so Sybil feels that it has beaten us. Sybil would install the hardware and its purpose would be revealed. You see, the hardware won't prevent foreign signals from coming in. It will prevent Sybil from sending any out. It will give us control of the machines by cutting them off from Sybil. However it may retain a few if it can do enough damage control before the virus takes full effect. Still, we would have an army of machines."
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 5:03 pm
Amelia Cross “That could work...” Amelia answered slowly and uncertainty. Already her mind was racing with every possible thing that could wrong with this plan, the least of which was if Sybil decided to test the program before installing it. “When the machines are disconnected from Sybil they follow their programming. They can send a distress single of sorts, but only Sybil can initiate the handshake. You would need to cut off Sybil without the machines knowing they have been cut off, a nearly instantaneous change in power. It's do-able but it would take some time to make something that complicated.” The latency Adrian had been talking about was milliseconds, meaning each part of the virus would need to be working nearly in parallel. “There is one other issue besides taking time.” Amelia added as if asking permission to speak it or maybe testing his reaction before actually telling him what it was. Will told her not to say anything negative without having a solution or a better idea. She didn't have a better solution, in fact she liked his plan, but she really felt he needed to be aware.
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