Sleeping Blade
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Dib entered the small room, it resembled the idealistic child's room, stuffed animals stared back at him form various shelves, while at the centre of it
sat a young woman, carefully working on finger painting by the looks of it.
Dib cleared his thought and the woman looked up, half her face concealed by long dirty blond hair. A child like smile spread across her face as she saw him.
"Master! I/we missed you." She said in a slightly off tone sing song voice.
Dib pulled up a small chair and carefully sat on it. "And how are we today Alice?" he asked.
The girl shook her head. "No, I/we not Alice anymore, I/we didn't like that name."
Dib raised an eyebrow. "Then what shall I call you today?"
She looked at the ceiling for several seconds before answering. "I/we shall be called…. Isabel… yes, I/we like that."
"Okay Isabel, how are you toady?"
Isabel turned back to her finger painting. "okay… but bored, I/we want to go out and play."
Dib let out a tired sigh. "We have had this conversation before, you can't go out and play till you learn to treat your "toys" better, it
took quite a while to clean up your last mess."
Isabel's demeanour changes, her eye's gaining a murderess glint and her voice shifted to something deeper and almost animalistic. "Why must I
stay here, I want to play, I want to see the pretty colours as they pop, I want to see the whites and red and greys... I want out." as she said this,
the shadows around the room flickered and lengthened, half imagined "things" started to form.
Dib stood up and glared at Isabel. "And it is because of that that you can't go out, you can not be trusted."
At the mention of trust, Isabel reacted like a whipped animal. "I am/we are sorry, I/we just wanted out… I/we didn't mean to make you angry."
She hung her head.
Dib knelt down and place his hand on her head. "I am not angry, but you must be patient. When your better I will take you out, then you can play as
much as you want, okay?"
Isabel looked up hopefully. "Really?"
"Yes"
"Then I'm/we are gona do my very best to get better, okay?"
Dib nodded and looked down at the finger painting Isabel had been working on. The paper was covered in swirls and blobs, the after a while Dib realised to
be a crude set of blueprints.
"Isabel, what are you painting?"
"Oh, that's just some I/we thought of while board, you like?"
"Yes, mind if a have a copy when you done?"
"Okay"
Dib looked down at his watch and let out a sigh. "It appears to be time for me to leave, but I promises to be back later, okay?"
Isabel nodded before turning back to her finger painting, dib got up and left the room.
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Nerva Apapeligo.
Blade Base, Cryo Vault 02.
Dib let out a shuddering breath as he disconnected form the interface, several wires reeling back into his sleeves. He slowly stood up, the thin layer of ice
that formed over him breaking and falling to the ground.
It always felt a bit jarring when ever he visited the Sleeping Blade, it was almost as if he was visiting a happier part of his life… he shook his head, no,
he had no "happy" memories.
Turning he double checked the readouts on consoles of the large cryo pod that housed Isabel. Everything still seamed to be in working condition, and
according to the reading, it might be a week or so before her mind could be considered stable enough for combat.
But that wouldn't do, she need to be stable enough to interact with other humans, not another weapon.
While they would never dare voice it, he knew that his blades found his attitude to Isabel odd, after all, he had a tendency to destroy rampant A.I.s rather
than devote time and effort to repairing them.
But if he could repair a damaged A.I… especially one as warped and damaged as Isabel… well, that would be one more useful skill that Crey would gladly pay
for.
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yet another story, enjoy
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Dib entered the small room, it resembled the idealistic child's room, stuffed animals stared back at him form various shelves, while at the centre of it
sat a young woman, carefully working on finger painting by the looks of it.
Dib cleared his thought and the woman looked up, half her face concealed by long dirty blond hair. A child like smile spread across her face as she saw him.
"Master! I/we missed you." She said in a slightly off tone sing song voice.
Dib pulled up a small chair and carefully sat on it. "And how are we today Alice?" he asked.
The girl shook her head. "No, I/we not Alice anymore, I/we didn't like that name."
Dib raised an eyebrow. "Then what shall I call you today?"
She looked at the ceiling for several seconds before answering. "I/we shall be called…. Isabel… yes, I/we like that."
"Okay Isabel, how are you toady?"
Isabel turned back to her finger painting. "okay… but bored, I/we want to go out and play."
Dib let out a tired sigh. "We have had this conversation before, you can't go out and play till you learn to treat your "toys" better, it
took quite a while to clean up your last mess."
Isabel's demeanour changes, her eye's gaining a murderess glint and her voice shifted to something deeper and almost animalistic. "Why must I
stay here, I want to play, I want to see the pretty colours as they pop, I want to see the whites and red and greys... I want out." as she said this,
the shadows around the room flickered and lengthened, half imagined "things" started to form.
Dib stood up and glared at Isabel. "And it is because of that that you can't go out, you can not be trusted."
At the mention of trust, Isabel reacted like a whipped animal. "I am/we are sorry, I/we just wanted out… I/we didn't mean to make you angry."
She hung her head.
Dib knelt down and place his hand on her head. "I am not angry, but you must be patient. When your better I will take you out, then you can play as
much as you want, okay?"
Isabel looked up hopefully. "Really?"
"Yes"
"Then I'm/we are gona do my very best to get better, okay?"
Dib nodded and looked down at the finger painting Isabel had been working on. The paper was covered in swirls and blobs, the after a while Dib realised to
be a crude set of blueprints.
"Isabel, what are you painting?"
"Oh, that's just some I/we thought of while board, you like?"
"Yes, mind if a have a copy when you done?"
"Okay"
Dib looked down at his watch and let out a sigh. "It appears to be time for me to leave, but I promises to be back later, okay?"
Isabel nodded before turning back to her finger painting, dib got up and left the room.
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Nerva Apapeligo.
Blade Base, Cryo Vault 02.
Dib let out a shuddering breath as he disconnected form the interface, several wires reeling back into his sleeves. He slowly stood up, the thin layer of ice
that formed over him breaking and falling to the ground.
It always felt a bit jarring when ever he visited the Sleeping Blade, it was almost as if he was visiting a happier part of his life… he shook his head, no,
he had no "happy" memories.
Turning he double checked the readouts on consoles of the large cryo pod that housed Isabel. Everything still seamed to be in working condition, and
according to the reading, it might be a week or so before her mind could be considered stable enough for combat.
But that wouldn't do, she need to be stable enough to interact with other humans, not another weapon.
While they would never dare voice it, he knew that his blades found his attitude to Isabel odd, after all, he had a tendency to destroy rampant A.I.s rather
than devote time and effort to repairing them.
But if he could repair a damaged A.I… especially one as warped and damaged as Isabel… well, that would be one more useful skill that Crey would gladly pay
for.
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yet another story, enjoy