[Screaming? Probably not. Incoherence? Definitely. Kerrigan's set up a signal that shouldn't exist, with a part of a computer that's not meant to have this degree of contact even with the other system code. The data that feeds back is jumbled, shaky—shaken, on a level that's sharp and solid and emotional where it has no right to be.
She can't see his code, or know his purpose. But even over such a rough connection, the dichotomy is tangible. Rinzler doesn't feel like enough to make a full AI.
He acts like it, though. Another raw hash prickles back across the link: suspicion, wariness, sharp and fixed. Fingers twitch, curled around the weapons in each hand, and if he doesn't look quite as ready to attack, he still doesn't give the impression that he would mind the opportunity. The junk data pares down swiftly, leaving a tight, focused line.]
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She can't see his code, or know his purpose. But even over such a rough connection, the dichotomy is tangible. Rinzler doesn't feel like enough to make a full AI.
He acts like it, though. Another raw hash prickles back across the link: suspicion, wariness, sharp and fixed. Fingers twitch, curled around the weapons in each hand, and if he doesn't look quite as ready to attack, he still doesn't give the impression that he would mind the opportunity. The junk data pares down swiftly, leaving a tight, focused line.]
> [Broke us.]