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[Not the virus. Not that portion of the code. Rinzler's mask jerks back to Adrien, a sharp stare before he turns his gaze back to the screen. That's... different data. And relevant. Alminia might be unfamiliar, but Rinzler logs no surprise at all that a different set of users managed to derezz themselves with the same fault. But if the viral part was never meant to leave the quarantine...

He doesn't like it. It's the same error the captains made, in more than one way: assuming they could safeguard a virus until the end of time. That part should be deleted, now. And if the Trojan might not be nearly so damaging in isolation, it's still not something any working system should permit.

Still, this isn't his system.

(None of them are.)

Noise ticks out quietly as the enforcer ducks his head and types.]

Users: ~~Alan-1~~ Alan_Bradley, Nihlus_Kryik capable of repurpose.

[Correcting to the public ID takes only a fraction of a second, but Rinzler lags much longer on that term. Repurpose. It's... accurate, though. And better, if it meant removing that code from the virus.]

Referenced needing code. [For something else, presumably.] Virus included?

[Rinzler assumes the user kept it like it is for a reason, but if he doesn't need that part backed up...]

[ Adrien let out a breath he wasn't aware that he was holding when Rinzler provided the two names. He knew Nihlus. Alan was an unknown, but the doctor was willing to consider the man, simply on the basis of Rinzler's recommendation.

As for the question.

For a moment he was quiet; carefully considering his words. Then he walked towards the makeshift machine, hands in his pockets. ]

Back in my world, Rinzler there is a force that destroys anything and anyone it decides to destroy. For money, power, favors ... doesn't matter, if HQ determines it's advantageous to destroy a planet or a species or a system they do it.

[ He turned and looked at Rinzler. ]

Organic, inorganic it doesn't matter, HQ slaughters us all, indiscriminately. They are currently, beyond godlike in their reach, their power, their numbers. But resistance is gathering, building ... centuries of lives and sacrifices. Organic and inorganic, working together.

[ He tilted his head. ]

You get angry at me when I speak about species, and I know you have nothing but my word when I say, it is the same to me. I stand shoulder to shoulder with organics and inorganics in my choice to dedicate my life to helping stop HQ. You'd like Ghost. [ He said softly and for the first time the doctor's face softened to something, almost a smile.

Then he regained control and nodded towards the computer. ]

HQ destroyed every organic and inorganic system involved with that code. Tens of thousands of lives across countless species, as well as countless systems upon a living ship.

But in their death throes, they got that partial code to me. I have no doubt that code will be my death some day, but until that time I will guard it with my life. Because HQ is scared of it. [ And it was the first time he'd seen HQ disquieted.

However ... back to the here and now. ]

The original is secured. This is a copy and we can rip it apart as necessary.

Edited 2017-08-20 19:34 (UTC)

[Adrien has mentioned the threat he served before. Adrien has described his plans after he leaves. The data provided is valuable in the abstract, but irrelevant to their current purpose. Mostly, it reads as a very lengthy way of saying don't.

It's the user's data. (The user's property.) It has no way of posing harm to anything Rinzler needs to protect. He might not agree with the decision, but he hadn't required that many words. Still, there's one theme that keeps recurring, through all the user's speeches. One irritation Rinzler has been trying to ignore. The current task is what matters. The admins are the ones they need to work together and defeat.

But if Adrien really wants to do this now? Fine.]

Define: inorganic sentience.

[ The question baffled him and he just drew his eyebrows together and blinked at Rinzler curiously. ]

How do you define life? [ He paused and reminded himself that a sticking point between them seemed to be Rinzler's inability to cue in on vocal tone. So Adrien attempted to clarify. ]

Defining life labels it, categorizes it. Life is life. I don't categorize it; it's all the same.

[Abstractions. Words. Circling and circling, claiming significance without ever landing on a why. Claiming to protect inorganic sentience, but refusing to qualify what it is. If the user did that, it would have to mean something more than posturing. More than a reason for Rinzler to shut up and stop caring what it harmed.

It's infuriating. It's such a user reply. It's exactly the kind of ego that makes Rinzler hate talking to them at all. Noise rises in a growl.]

Wrong.

Retry.

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