IC Contact: thisavrou

[notglitching]

ACE Messages:

There's no greeting voice when your call goes to message—only a short period of static. Or is it whirring? Either way, it might not be the device causing the sound.


[[Open for ACE calls, IC mail, or other spammy things!]]

Comments

backdated 01.02 ( text. )

[syntheticated]

[ Technology is so strange to him, but he has concerns, especially with what he's just heard. And there is only one person he knows to fit the description of such lights. ]

Is it true?

text forever

[notglitching]

[The ID is strange, but Rinzler recognizes the image that comes with it. There's a short pause.]

Clarify.

[syntheticated]

Someone said you were dangerous. [ A matter of opinion, clearly, but still. ]

[notglitching]

Accurate.

[syntheticated]

Fighting isn't an answer to everything.

[ He doesn't care one way or the other, and really, it's not his place to ask. But Mephistopheles stands firm by that belief. ]

[notglitching]

[For someone so far outside the situation, the remark's surprisingly on-target. There's another pause. Longer, this time.]

Should be.

[syntheticated]

Because it's easier? [ He wonders... ]

[notglitching]

[He's not the only one.]

Written for it.

[syntheticated]

How you are made doesn't reflect who you become.

[ He knows that better than most. ]

[notglitching]

Wrong.

[No delay on this reply.]

Not a user.

[syntheticated]

I don't understand. What's a user?

[notglitching]

Programmer. Organic. Human.

[Three different terms, by most people's assessment. For Rinzler, the difference is negligible at best.]

Users write programs.

[syntheticated]

[ Tron had said that to him as well—program. Mephistopheles wasn't human, and he had been designed for a specific purpose, which holds the same connotation in a way. He's frowning as he slowly responds. ]

I'm not a user either, but it's not a limitation. We can be better than that.

[notglitching]

[The lag this time is for an entirely different reason—sheer surprise. He'd only encountered the other briefly, but its scan signature had been as incomprehensible as any user. Not quite the same, but not coded, surely. If it's not a user, what is it?

He hesitates for a moment. It shouldn't matter. (Should it?) It's not the same as he is. If it were, it wouldn't make those kinds of claims.]

Not worse.

Backdated

[warandpeace]

Contact me when you can next communicate. I would like to know your condition.

["How are you doing?"]

[syntheticated]

[ It shouldn't matter, but he's seen what humans, users, are capable of, and it's not something he wishes to repeat. In all honesty, it isn't something he ever wants to experience. Not worse is infinitely the same as better in his opinion. There's a pause, and he settles on: ]

What were you written for?

[notglitching]

[Better, maybe. But that doesn't mean not limited. Users might be slow and weak and entirely without logic, but they have more power in their own way than any program. Except Clu, of course.]

Enforcer.

Serve system administrator.
Delete threats, targets.

[syntheticated]

[ Because they push past those limitations, and it's the same for either of them, though he knows they're not entirely the same. ]

Then I can't blame you, but the circumstances have changed. [ There's a reasonably long delay between this text and the next. ] Do you want to go home?

[ Wherever that is, whatever it might mean. ]

[notglitching]

[Circumstances have nothing to do with it. And that query feels like a trap. Rinzler glowers warily at his device before replying.]

Need to.

[Why would wants have anything to do with it?]

Re: Backdated

[notglitching]

[...oh. This user. Rinzler hesitates a little, but bizarrely enough, there's not much he can do now besides communicate. Given its function as a tracker, he's not surprised his captors left his MID on him, but he is surprised no one's bothered to lock its functions down. Isolation is basic protocol.

Maybe they know he doesn't have anyone to call for.]

Condition: online.

[Running. Not derezzed? Why is it asking?]

No critical damage.

[warandpeace]

[No critical damage. He actually wonders if there is some damage. He's curious. Wants to check him out.]

I'm going to come down and see you. Will this be a problem?

[notglitching]

Unknown.

[There's a pause, then (minor) clarification.]

Access permissions controlled by user Security.

[You'd be his first visitor that isn't some kind of interrogator. Rinzler's not sure how far they're letting people, but the door hasn't opened yet. Which is probably sensible, since he might totally try to rush it.]

[warandpeace]

I'll see how far they'll let me go. Maybe talk to you through the door.

[He seems capable of communicating as rationally as he had when he first met Miller. Why the outburst.]

What made you aggressive?

[notglitching]

[No answer to the first. The user will show up or it won't, and Rinzler's aware exactly how little control he has over any of his situation. The query, though, is becoming very familiar.]

Threat.
Needed to delete it.

[warandpeace]

I guess that's the usual explanation for any attack.

[It's unnerving, but how many people here have felt like they needed to delete threats? He knows he has. No one's let him, and he still regrets that they haven't in some cases. He can't really preach.]

[But threat... such a simple term. So broad.]

[He doesn't want to end up on the wrong end of it. At least not hindered as he is.]

I don't think this ship lets you delete people. You shouldn't waste your energy on them. I will ask about going down there.