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thisavrou_log2016-04-13 08:09 pm
notglitching) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-04-13 08:09 pm
You can never say that I didn't try
Who: Rinzler and OPEN
When: April 14th through the 24th
Where: the Hold
What: Rinzler killed some people and copes poorly. Set after this log.
Warnings: references to character death and mindscrew, glowy injuries, unfortunate assumptions. (See also: Rinzler.)
The first place Rinzler woke up in this system was a cell. He'd been locked in after a fight with his duplicate—with Tron. Not that the enforcer had been capable then of even hearing the older version's name. Rinzler had attacked because he had to, because the overrides built in his mind detected conflict and demanded he delete the source. Since then, he's shattered that if/then chain. Chipped away at the filters on his memories, even managed, once or twice, to speak.
But he's back where he started, and he knows better than to expect things to end the same way.
For the most part, visitors will find Rinzler seated on the low bench back against the wall. Circuits burn dimly in the shadows, almost outshone by the dull glint of fractured code that covers a full half of the enforcer's core. He's turned slightly to conceal the injured side, but the spiderwebbing cracks through code and armor are obvious to see, and he doesn't have the power to refresh his shell and cover up the damage.
The low rattle of corrupted code echoes through the cell and down the corridor, though it does nothing to compete with the invectives from the user locked in one door down. Rinzler approaches shutdown just once, curled up against the wall, and if the flickering lights and twitch of limbs is any sign, it's anything but restful. The program won't notice anyone approaching then, but he probably wouldn't mind being woken.
Once or twice, Rinzler rises, pacing, frustration and the need to move boiling up through the despair. There's nowhere to go, though, nothing to do, and even that much risks opening his damage further. Maybe he should. Fracture, break, rip himself apart and leave them voxels on the floor to claim and punish. Rinzler wonders if he ever tried before. If he does, he can't remember. He wonders what they'll make him into. Alan-one had told him what would happen, told him he'd correct the fault if Rinzler fought again. Now two users are dead, and if there's any hope at all, it's that they'll decide he's too worthless to salvage.
[[ooc:the duration during which Rinzler can be visited depends largely on the results of his trial, so there may be some time-wobbling. In particular, if he ends up with solitary confinement... no longer applicable; Rinzler will be visitable for both the trial period and his sentence. ETA 2: As of the 20th, temperature conditions will be improved thanks to Vision + co.
Prose and spam both welcome!]]
When: April 14th through the 24th
Where: the Hold
What: Rinzler killed some people and copes poorly. Set after this log.
Warnings: references to character death and mindscrew, glowy injuries, unfortunate assumptions. (See also: Rinzler.)
The first place Rinzler woke up in this system was a cell. He'd been locked in after a fight with his duplicate—with Tron. Not that the enforcer had been capable then of even hearing the older version's name. Rinzler had attacked because he had to, because the overrides built in his mind detected conflict and demanded he delete the source. Since then, he's shattered that if/then chain. Chipped away at the filters on his memories, even managed, once or twice, to speak.
But he's back where he started, and he knows better than to expect things to end the same way.
For the most part, visitors will find Rinzler seated on the low bench back against the wall. Circuits burn dimly in the shadows, almost outshone by the dull glint of fractured code that covers a full half of the enforcer's core. He's turned slightly to conceal the injured side, but the spiderwebbing cracks through code and armor are obvious to see, and he doesn't have the power to refresh his shell and cover up the damage.
The low rattle of corrupted code echoes through the cell and down the corridor, though it does nothing to compete with the invectives from the user locked in one door down. Rinzler approaches shutdown just once, curled up against the wall, and if the flickering lights and twitch of limbs is any sign, it's anything but restful. The program won't notice anyone approaching then, but he probably wouldn't mind being woken.
Once or twice, Rinzler rises, pacing, frustration and the need to move boiling up through the despair. There's nowhere to go, though, nothing to do, and even that much risks opening his damage further. Maybe he should. Fracture, break, rip himself apart and leave them voxels on the floor to claim and punish. Rinzler wonders if he ever tried before. If he does, he can't remember. He wonders what they'll make him into. Alan-one had told him what would happen, told him he'd correct the fault if Rinzler fought again. Now two users are dead, and if there's any hope at all, it's that they'll decide he's too worthless to salvage.
[[ooc:
Prose and spam both welcome!]]
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Rinzler's a weapon, and Rinzler's a threat. Clu's threat, Clu's weapon, but still one half the system feared, and there are a hundred reasons why anyone with sense might do the same. Far more puzzling is why Miller ever stopped. Rinzler's not sure where the user's going with this, but he shakes his head. No, he wasn't told.
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In fact, he'd let Rinzler hear him ask for help. He'd let Rinzler see his leg.
"I'm telling you this because I expect better. Because I know you're not like those things." He found himself leaning back against a wall, feeling guilty at the same time as disappointed still. He takes off his sunglasses for a moment, rubs them with the edge of his uniform. He squinted at the light some, before putting them back on.
"I should have dragged you in for more testing scenarios. Gotten through non-lethal neutralization. I got wrapped up in my own mess." Miller had a job to do. He failed it.
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Wrong.
About the fault. About him. All of it.
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He stared a good few moments off to the side.
"I am wrong about a lot of things. Not this. And I'm not going to let you make me wrong. I don't think you want me to feel like that." Because he's certain Rinzler did have a concept of feelings.
"Those things I mentioned. They couldn't even walk in a straight line if they weren't being controlled. But you can still move where you want, say what you want... even if it takes a little effort to work through it. You're not like those." And he should have stopped him. He could have. He knew that he could have.
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Higher-function.
That much, he'll admit to. That much, he'll defend. He's the best combatant in the system, far more valuable than any batch-wiped sentry or low-function drone. Clu wanted him this way. Perfect.
Still a weapon.
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"I don't buy it. Not that you're not a weapon. That you can't fine-tune your reactions. That your judgement is so poor that you can't work with a unit, retreat for advantage, use non-lethal tactics."
He supposed he didn't think Rinzler could change what he was, not really. Anymore than he could change the blood-soaked version of himself strolling around the corridors of that station just a day before, the weight of his own actions brandished for all to see. And he hadn't cared about that blood. He wasn't royalty. Not like the Boss, or Ocelot, but he was a warrior. So was this man.
That said, it didn't mean he couldn't better control how he does it. How he fought. How he won.
"That's why I'm angry... With myself, as much as you. Because I saw the potential, all you could do. And I just let it go." He should work on that selfishness. As much as he could consider the time he spent being self absorbed as trying to find ways for his friends to live, he knew there were other people depending on him. And he let them down. One was dead now. The other? Here in this cell.
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Not yours.
Not your job to edit me.
There's a dim flicker of circuitry as he types out the words, half-stalling with sheer panic as the if/thens parse. Miller's attempts at "editing" were certainly preferable to what Rinzler has earned for himself now. He doesn't want to be rewritten. Reclaimed. Rectified, and if the users flag different faults than Clu, that only leaves him more terrified of what they'll choose to take away.
But he can't think of that, not now, and he tears his processing free as much as he's able, head jerking sideways one more time. He's not Miller's responsibility, and even if he were, this hadn't been by any programmer's order. He'd broken commands to manage it.
My fights.
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And he thinks he could have taught Rinzler better.
"And when a teacher passes on that knowledge... I guess that's hard to explain, too." He closed his eyes and just frowned. There was a lot of responsibility in being a teacher. Encouraging someone to not carry on sins of the past was part of it.
"Especially when you're teaching someone about survival." About theirs. About other people's. "When you get out, if you're willing, I'll still teach you those non-lethal tactics."
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And maybe even that much is an excuse.
The lag draws out, orange-lined fingers curling slightly as the holographic keyboard fades. He doesn't know how to tell the user that he wanted this. That he deserved it. That sooner or later, things were always going to end up this way. He's failed his user, and none of the 'teaching' Miller wants will have a chance to matter, soon. There are far more direct methods of correction, and he still doesn't know how much they'll leave behind.
In the end, the helmet lowers, shoulders hunching a little closer in. It might be a shrug. It might be agreement. At the very least, it's not refusal and right now, that's the best Rinzler can do.
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"You've... done more for me than I can say. You didn't just save me in that hallway. You saved me from some of my fears. Find value in smaller things, down to the way kittens hunted, or how much a few lines of code can change someone.
"But you've hurt crew. It's a sticky situation."
And it was a hard decision to make, still. Unlike the one with Huey, there was the other party egging them on. Rinzler just wanted to keep himself. That was all. Normally Miller would have had a steadfast stance on someone striking out against their crew. It wasn't right. It hadn't been right on both sides. But Rinzler, he'd seen the better parts of him.
"I don't think they'll accept apologies. So I recommend you find people you're on good terms with to help you when you have to interact with someone you've hurt. And you are on good terms with plenty of people, Rinzler. I've seen that."
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Killed users.
Present company (apparently) excluded, he's not sure he's on good terms with anyone after that.
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"You killed crewmates. Even if we don't like each other, we're in this together. Maybe people forget. It was always important to remember back home. I guess I got used to that."
He tipped his head to look back at Rinzler.
"Why did you fight each other so much to begin with?"
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He doesn't bother explaining that much, though. It's clear Miller doesn't see things the same way, and Rinzler doesn't want to think about what's coming.
Clarify.
The 'you', specifically.
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"You in the plural form. What instigated the rivalry between you and Peter. What encouraged Alice's involvement? We heard one side, but your difficulties with communication... or your disappointment in yourself... made your side more obscure."
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Still, Miller's asking now, and if it takes far longer than it should to compile a reply, Rinzler does type up the data.
User (Peter_Maximoff) attacked on day of user's import.
User (Alice_Quinn) never encountered. Network communications indicate high probability: providing assistance to ally.
And, a short ping to Miller's MID will lead him to the network records. Let it never be said that Rinzler doesn't do his research. Or creep on other people's conversations. Same difference, right?
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"You should have brought that up at the trial. It would have been valuable to know at theirs." It didn't change what Rinzler had done, but seeing how long-standing the grudge had been, at least from the other side, might have swayed opinions about Peter and Alice. Or at least gave a more clear view of what they had done.
"The truth is important in these situations. The whole truth."
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No new data.
He'd attacked the user, and the users plotted to wipe him. Everyone knew that already.