driftfleet | Libuscha IV System Mingle (no. 1)

[Ben can't feel the touch but he twitches anyway, face scrunching up into a wince. He can tell something is going on - his eye flickers a few times and on his end, he sees something trying to connect with it - which is normal, but also weird, cuz this isn't a signal, it's a person - android, whatever, and it isn't exactly like how it normally is.

He lets out a breath regardless - he's not nervous, but there's still a real fear of all his shit just malfunctioning at once, all the time - and gives a tiny nod, swallowing]

Noticed. [he clears his throat] Go for it.

[Connor tips his head slightly to the side, noting the tension in Ben's posture. Best to do this quickly. So he doesn't delay in activating the connection and pulling the files. His LED spins bright yellow as the processing begins.

Imagine someone has knocked on Ben's front door. He opens up, say hello, and lets them in before heading through the house for other things.

What Connor does is nearly the polar opposite. Ben left the door unlocked so he just opens it and walks in without knocking first, going straight for the bookshelf and yanking out tomes. He's fast and he's direct, skimming through the video recordings and copying them over to his own hard drive.

The files are relatively short but they definitely contain visual of the other systems Ben has recorded. That will be useful and Connor will match them to network records later for future reference. All relevant files checked, Connor closes everything he opened, disconnects and steps back.

It's over in less than a second.]

[for something that only takes a second, the programs running Ben's eye is happily informing him that something has breached and copied files, like it isn't something he already consented to. He huffs quietly and can't help but reach up to touch the port when Connor draws back, like he half-expects something to still be there]

—that's it?

It is. Thank you for that. There's not much there but it's still useful as a reference.

[he lowers his hand after a moment] Yeah, no problem Uh, if I catch important shit I'll remember to save it to give you or whatever.

[behind Connor, is the sound of something splashing into the water]

If you're willing to do that then I'll make use of it.

[When the splash rings out Connor goes still, turning to stare at the water. It's rippling out from a point of origin not more than a couple dozen centimeters from the shore.]

Something just fell into the water.

Might as well, if you can get to it the info without me having to plug in anywhere.

[he frowns a little and leans to the side to look before pushing to his feet]

Something like what? [leeeets go find out]

I don't know.

[Connor heads over to the edge of the water and peers across it.]

Something from the tree branches?

[luckily whatever it was is light enough to float - and before either of them have to do something silly like reaching into pools of frozen magical water, it floats to the surface.

Ben reaches down to grab it] Maybe someone hung a necklace as a—

[but he cuts off whatever he was going to say as he gets a good look the dog tags he's holding up]

[Connor was leaning out over the water and caught a glimpse of the object before Ben fished it out of the water. He recognises the style of jewellery of course, both from his database and from the US Army troops he had witnesses in Detroit.]

Those are military dog tags, right?

[boy oh boy. Ben gives them a long look, turning them over in his hand before he holds them out to Connor, expression carefully blank]

Yeah. [almost casually] They're supposed to be buried in a box in my apartment. Magic tree works.

[Taking them in hand, he only glances at them for a moment. It's all he needs to get the details from them. Yet he gets the feeling there's more sentimental value to these that can't be obtained from mere scans and observations.]

And yet this tree somehow dropped them into this lake.

[It's almost musing, the way he says it. The folklore about the tree said nothing about receiving gifts from your home reality. Then again, the folklore was vague in general.]

[he snorts, crossing his arms and shrugging loosely - or as loosely as he can, anyway.
If Connor does scan the tags, it's the standard information and all- with the same thing saved on a tiny data chip embedded on the inside of the tags, in case the tags themselves get destroyed]

Somehow. [his nose wrinkles] That's a little fucked up.

[Holding the tags out for Ben to take back, Connor can only nod. The mechanics of it all have him at a loss. Whatever interdimensional force brought them to the Fleet might be in effect here. Only, this was a tree, not a technologically advanced set of kidnappers.]

I am glad you got something worthwhile, at least.

[he takes them back, giving them another long look before he shoves them into his pocket]

I dunno if "worthwhile" is the word I'd use. Haven't looked at 'em in years.

In the sense that it's something that belongs to you, then.

[he opens his mouth, pauses, then decides against the smartass comment he had on the tip of his tongue]

Sure, whatever. So how do we get you something now?

[Oh. Ben expects the tree to give Connor something as well. With a frown, he looks back up at the branches of the tree. They are about as informative as trees get.]

I'm not sure. The reason why it returned something to you isn't exactly clear.

[All they had done was talk and then transfer some files.]

[well now he's going to think about it. He's frowning, eyes drifting over to the tree. And then he sort of - stiffens out of his usual slouch, a little, when realization dawns on him]

I think I know why. [did he. Accidentally unburden himself somehow] It's 'cuz we talked.

[Talked? That's it? His frown deepens.]

You're going to have to be more specific.

[but he doesn't want to be more specific dammit. He makes a face, almost a wince, then runs a hand through his hair]

Or it's because I let you look at those files, but that seems like it's too easy.

[nngh] I explained - you know, how I deal with shit. Some of it, anyway. I don't . . . [another face] I don't do that. I don't talk about it that way.

[That does clarify things, though not in a particularly positive way. 'Unburden yourself' is what the local legends had said. Connor had taken that to be literal, a divesting of goods that you owned. Instead it had meant something more abstract - emotional. This was unburdening in the sense of conversation and admitting things usually kept under wraps.]

I understand the concept but I don't think I have an equivalent of what you talked about.

[Not specifically, which is how Connor's thinking right now. Though now he's beginning to wonder about alternatives... and what this tree could even provide if he was successful in the task.]

[he rolls his shoulders and crosses his arms once more, giving a Connor a considering look]

Don't think of it as being equivalent, then. [he hunches his shoulders a little in a shrug] In real simple terms, I've got thirty years of life on you - and that's thirty years of learning how to deal with all the new shit you're learning about. Something for you might be something I've never given a second thought, you know? Does that make sense?

Think of it like that instead. [another shrug]

[He's unsure. He knows that much. For much of his life Connor had logged inconsistencies and errors in his program and then buried them, away from his mission parameters and specific requirements that they came into conflict with. Burying didn't delete those instabilities, though. It had allowed them to stack, build, prompt further changes in a cascading line until it finally reached that tipping point. Now that he's free of his programming the inherent knowledge that that was wrong still exists but can be rationalised away.

It's still unfamiliar. Connor looks back up at the tree, glowing softly in the cavern, and has to wonder if it would be worthwhile.]

If I am in the Fleet for another month, I'll have been here as long as I was in Detroit back home.

[It illustrates Ben's point perfectly. Connor doesn't have years of experience, he doesn't even have one. More and more he's coming to understand that it's fortunate he's existed as long as he has.]

[he knows how long Connor's been here, so putting it together - it isn't a lot of time at all. Short enough that Ben would barely consider it at all in the long run, but to Connor - that's significant. Especially given what he was going on in Detroit before he was brought here.

Ben frees a hand to give the android a "go on" gesture]

So talk about it.

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