He's been poking mun's head since last episode. Mun funally caved.

[metastability]

So, it appears you are still determined to 'get to know me'. [He seems quietly amused by this, standing with his hand clasped lightly behind his back as his fire burns evenly.]

You already know how it ends, and yet you are still intrigued by how we get there. I admire your ... curiosity.

I admit I am curious myself, about these 'games' you have Agents Carolina and South Dakota in. Hopefully, there will be a chance for us to participate in such adventures as well, once the season is at an end.




That is, if you still think you can handle us, at that point.

Comments

*shrieeeeeks*

[mailerdaemon]

[Blink.]

You are... you are a very unorthodox program, aren't you?

:D

[metastability]

[Sigma's holographic avatar flashes closer to this new ... being.]

Unorthodox, perhaps, but while I am merely a 'fragment' I still have ambitious goals. [A small smile as his flames peak for a moment.]

[He flashes to the other side of the speaker.] And what, may I ask, are you?

Sigma legit terrifies me, no joke.

[mailerdaemon]

[Exim, to her credit, doesn't jump at Sigma's actions. There isn't even so much as an errant twitch. But beneath her helmet, her mouth is set in a firm line.]

"Fragment"? How strange. Your User didn't program you completely?

[Okay, now she flinches slightly.] Designation Exim. Primary function is message transportation. Who are you?

Ditto, that's. kind of why I was attracted to him in the first place >.>

[metastability]

[[ooc: also sorry sudden TL;DR, also also I hope I'm Doin' It Right]]

[He's pleased by the reaction he gets.]

[But then the mention of his incomplete nature causes him to frown, flames spiking and eyes glowing brightly.] We have theories, my siblings and I, about our origins. The Alpha AI --

[There's a soft growl from his host, who for some time has been sitting in the shadows quietly polishing his Brute Shot. Now, however, at Sigma's enthusiasm on the subject, he's pausing to touch a gloved hand to his helmet. Much like someone with an intense headache might cradle their head.]

[Sigma's flames ease back to an even burn for a moment.] My mundane does not have enough information in order to answer your query accurately, but she will be watching and waiting for more. I can answer who I am, however, with certainly. I am Artificial intelligence Program Sigma, and my assignee you see there is Agent Maine. We are operatives with Project Freelancer.

[he flashes directly infront of her.] Who do you transport messages for, Exim?

[mailerdaemon]

[[OOC: You're doing great! Sorry for the delay, there's a storm raging here at the mo.]]

The Alpha... [There must be other systems out there, then. Other systems that work differently from the Grid. Exim doesn't know. It's just a leap of (admittedly) fuzzy logic. but it makes sense. It would explain so much about this strange program. (Sigma.)]

[She turns her head to look at Maine when he growls. When she turns her head back, Sigma's right in her face. So she does the only thing she can think of: she collapses her helmet and looks him square in the eye.]

I transport messages for the citizens of Tron City, located within the system known as "the Grid". And I happen to be very good at it. Your User sounds odd, Program Sigma. Might I suggest a... oh, what's the phrase... a "lozenge"?

[metastability]

The Alpha, yes. [There's a small flicker briefly at his obsession with the idea.]

[Oh, hello. That is a fascinating ability she just did with her armor there.]

Unfortunately, my companions injury is far beyond the use of a 'lozenge'. He received over half a dozen shots to the throat from a pistol at close range. I am his means of communication, in addition to my regular duties as the AI running his armor and assisting his reactions.

[mailerdaemon]

Alpha, Greek, used to mean "the first". But first in what? [ Your naming conventions make no sense to Exim, Sigma.]

[Most programs can do that where she comes from. You should come visit! Just avoid the guy in yellow, okay?]

Half a dozen blows? Goodness, your User is resilient! But... if you manage to keep him running under normal parameters, then more power to you. [She turns towards Maine.] It must be frustrating to be unable to communicate verbally. If you ever require messages delivered, I'd be happy to help, User.

[metastability]

[According to Burnie they're not even named in order, so no sense is to be made from this really] He was our creator. [He speculates]

He is a very resilient Freelancer. [As they talk, Maine rumbles lowly, remembering the experience that Sigma then picks up on.]

[Maine growls sharply in frustration, tipping the gold helmet towards her. Sigma translates.]

We appreciate the empathy, it is immensely frustrating. If we should have any means of your services, we will be contacting you.

[mailerdaemon]

[Oh Burnie, never quite sure if Word of God or just trolling the fanbase.] Then he's like our Creator. Kevin Flynn.

Hmm. All right. [She twirls one lock of hair idly around her finger, seemingly lost in thought about something. Then she frowns and straightens her hair.] Be aware, though, that I'll only be able to operate within this location. Access to the Grid is protected, and the System Administrator is... he's a tyrant, to put it in binary terms.

[metastability]

[Where Burnie Saiz! and Burnie Liez! are both viable arguments.] Kevin Flynn? I would like to hear more about him.

Oh? I am sorry to hear that. [Sigma flashes to her side, appearing to stand on her shoulder.] How has he ... 'oppressed' you, if you do not mind my asking?

[mailerdaemon]

[Clearly, this calls for the LFTO boys and girls to do some snooping.] What can I say? He created the Grid. He made us possible. He is... he is the Creator.

[dfsakfhvdk Personal space, please! Exim flinches visibly before turning her head to look at Sigma.] Destroying programs. Driving the Creator into exile. Forcing us to fight one another to deresolution in the Games.

[metastability]

[Trust me! it has been a busy season for the LFTO Shizno!] Is he a program himself?

[Sigma doesn't move when she does, and after listening to her reply his flames lessen for a moment of thought.] That is indeed a less than desirable situation. If there is any way that my asignee and I may be of assistance, please; do not hesitate to let us know.

[mailerdaemon]

No. He's a User. Like yours there. [She means Grumpy McGrowlypants Maine.]

[His request earns a surprised little laugh and raised eyebrows. You serious, brogram?] Even if you could make it in-system, Clu is an entirely different level of operation from someone like me. You'd have to make it past the Black Guard and Rinzler just to reach him.

[metastability]

Oh, that is ... interesting. [Interesting indeed. Full AIs come from the copy of a human brain, but it is unsure where Sigma and his siblings come from. He's looking at Maine a little more appraising for a moment before turning his attention back to Exim,]

[Which means flashing to her other shoulder.] We have faced our share of challenges in the past. As well, if we require backup, we have our ... team.

[mailerdaemon]

[Please stop doing that teleporting thing. It's kind of freaky. She turns her head again to look at him. ...Wow, bro, you're tiny.] Why? Unless you were programmed in a different way.

Team? You could bring an entire subdirectory of programs with you. I wouldn't be surprised if Rinzler tore through all of them. [That is one scary program. Brrr.]

[metastability]

It is quite possible that my brothers and I were. Things have been ... still rather vague and lacking context.

[This Rinzler fellow is sounding more and more like someone Sigma wants to meet.]

[Yup sorry he's flashing on in front of her again.] Please, tell me more about this Rinzler. Perhaps if we work together we will find a successful way around him. [Flames spiking at the idea.]

[mailerdaemon]

Aah. [Long, awkward pause.] ...I'm sorry.

[Sigma. Sigma, no. Keep your mitts off.]

Are you glitching crazy?! All of the programs who've gone up against him in the Games have been derezzed! I like my voxels right where they are, thank you very much!

[metastability]

There is no reason to be sorry. It is merely a puzzle my brothers and I need to work out.

Derezzed? I am assuming this term is used to indicate termination of a program?

[mailerdaemon]

Best of luck, Project Sigma.

[Nod.] Termination of programming, followed by destruction of visual layer. Everything that I am- everything you see here- would be gone.

[metastability]

Thank you. I am sure it will be necessary at some point in our endeavor.

Hm. Would it be at all possible to pit him against a -- User? [A slight shift to indicate Maine behind him, who's now just sitting watching with interest.]

[mailerdaemon]

[She looks. Shivers. Looks away very quickly.] I... I suppose. But even if you derezzed Rinzler, then what? You could take the entire structure out, but what would be left for us? It's worrying.

[metastability]

Are you ... afraid ... of existing without government? Surely, there must be someone within your 'Grid' who would make a better leader than your current tyrant.

[freelance_lonestar]

Goddammit, Sigma. Why do you and Gamma have to screw everything up like that? Did you really need to get Carolina to sign up for two fragments? Seriously!?

[metastability]

[Sigma looks at her with open intrigue.] I would have thought you would be flattered, Agent Texas. It was through observing you and Omega that we came to this idea.

Is it possible you are worried -- that Carolina may surpass you on the board? Or, perhaps, that it will bring her back into the Director's good graces where you yourself currently stand?

[Sigma's own motivations, of course, were nothing of the sort, just working slowly, meticulously, carefully, towards metastability.]

[freelance_lonestar]

I'm not stupid, Sigma. With your constant talk of stability, it's only a matter of time before you hijack Carolina and then come after me and Omega.

I don't give a flying fuck about the board. You know damn well that much. I don't give a fuck about you, or your 'reuniting' or whatever you call it. My only goal is to get Alpha out of there and keep any more fragments from splintering off.

[She growls at Sigma and sighs, knowing exactly how that turns out.] You, Maine, Wyoming and Carolina sure didn't help matters any in that regard...

[metastability]

It would seem you are making a lot of assumptions, Texas, considering there are still many unknown variables. The season is only slightly over halfway done; my mundane suspects by the end, we will be surprised in more ways than one.

[He flashes to her shoulder, close, his tone soft and even.] I know you are anxious, that Omega has you restless, but a little patience would be .... prudent ... at this point in time.

[freelance_lonestar]

I'm not from that season, Sigma. For me, that was years ago. I know how it all ends.

Spare me, you pretentious prick. I don't have Omega anymore. Just me in this metal shell.

[metastability]

You, Texas, may know. But I highly doubt that your Mundane does. Therefore, your experiences are going to be -- inaccurate.

[freelance_lonestar]

Regardless of the details, there are facts. I failed to get Alpha out of there. Carolina went off the deep end with two AI's, Wyoming got blown up, Maine got desperate when you and the rest of the AI fragments got erased in an EMP, and then Maine stabbed me in the fucking face with a memory unit.

I think the bulk of my experiences will be fairly accurate in that regard. What snappy one-liners I get, and who I punch in the balls and when is fairly insignificant, don't you think?

[whos_there]

WHY?

BECAUSE WE COULD.

[freelance_lonestar]

Oh fuck you, Gary.

[whos_there]

IT SEEMS OUR MUNNS HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON AT ALL. THESE SHISNO SEEM TO VARY GREATLY IN ATTITUDES TOWARDS US AND OUR OTHER BROTHERS.


[You know, because his munn didnt write a two page essay on his chosen form for the sake of curiosity....]

[metastability]

It is true, they are ... varied ... in their approach. [Sigma's mundane insists on explaining to people the origins of her haircolor when they mistake her for a fan of a local sports team she knows nothing about.]

It is fascinating the lengths they will go to for these ... strong interests.

[whos_there]

[Sigma seems to have just missed the sarcasm which was directed at the curiosity bit...but the rest sounds smart so he'll just pretend like thats what he meant all along.]

YES. IT IS, AS YOU SAY, FASCINATING.

ITS AMAZING THEY GET ANYTHING DONE.

[metastability]

-- and when they are productive, they somehow still manage to not get anything done.

Fascinating indeed.