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Calla ([personal profile] callamities) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2017-07-03 06:40 pm

(closed) run from the pity, from responsibility

Who: Tex, L, and Calla
When: Backdated to late June
Where: Earth 91c
What: Tex and L help Calla escape Earth 91c
Warnings: References to AI slavery



[The outside world has always been something of an abstract concept to Calla. He knows there are places that lie beyond the Gardens. He saw them once, in that brief period between his creation and his installation. He can’t remember much—just flashes of scenery from the window of a CCOA bus. It hadn’t seemed important at the time.

Now he wishes he had paid more attention. He had run at first, backup in hand, not knowing where he was going except for “not back there.” When he had noticed the alarmed looks, he had slowed his pace. Now he’s trying to blend in, walking along the sidewalk while desperately hoping no one will comment on the persistent sound ticking from his shell or the backup clutched in his hands. He has no idea where he is. He has no idea where he’s going. He’s heard about the Ingress, though. That’s where the visitors came from. And he's heard that it can take you anywhere.

That information might be more useful to him if he had the first idea where the Ingress was or how to get there. At this point, he’s only walking because it’s marginally more likely he’ll find a way out if he keeps moving rather than if he stays still.

He shouldn’t have run in the first place. It must’ve been that useless glitch that gave him the idea. He attacked a Creator. Whatever happens to him now (and he has no illusions that he’s fated for anything other than speedy decommission) is his own fault. If he had stayed put, the CCOA officer would’ve looked over his memories, seen what had happened, and calmly taken him back to their headquarters for decommission or even reset if he’s lucky. Maybe there would’ve even been sympathy in the officer’s voice. ’It wasn’t your fault, Calla. We’ll find the people who did this.’

Calla can’t quite keep the scowl from his face at the thought. He must be truly desperate if he’s daydreaming about a Creator’s kindness, of all things.

It must be a scowl that tips off a passing Creator. The man looks at Calla and stops in his tracks, frowning. Calla comes to a standstill, more out of instinct than anything.

’Do you hear that?’

Calla adopts a well-practiced smile. His fingers tighten around his backup.]
I’m afraid I don’t hear anything, sir.

[’No, no, I’m sure I hear something. Stand still.’

Calla already knows what’s going to happen. It's obvious there's something wrong with him. The man will ask to see his Creator, of course. But Calla left his Creators behind. He attacked a Creator who wanted to help him, and then ran because he’s glitched and if the man finds out—

It’s the glitch that’s telling him to run now. It’s the glitch that’s telling him to fight. And right now, more than any moment before, Calla can’t be glitched.

He stands perfectly still.]

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