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Midnight Interruption is a story written by [[Shiawasena Ryokō-sha]]. It originally ran in [[Issue 48]] at http://s2b2.livejournal.com/275011.html, and is mirrored at http://www.shousetsubangbang.com/mirror/midnight-interruption/. | Midnight Interruption is a story written by [[Shiawasena Ryokō-sha]]. It originally ran in [[Issue 48]] at http://s2b2.livejournal.com/275011.html, and is mirrored at http://www.shousetsubangbang.com/mirror/midnight-interruption/. | ||
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<blockquote>"I'm going to reboot the warning subsystems, Cyrus." He'd taken to telling the program things like that before he actually went through with them. It made it seem more humane, somehow - the fact they were keeping something basically indistinguishable from a human holed up in a tin can to run their air conditioning. Clever, nimble fingers flashing, he typed a few lines into the console. After a moment, the cacophony outside quieted down. One of the folks on shift down below whooped in gratitude. Blake leaned back. "It's time we had a little talk, Cyrus." | |||
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"Oh good, I just love our little talks," the AI responded. Flatly. Blake frowned. That wasn't supposed to happen, especially not more than once in a row.</blockquote> | |||
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Revision as of 16:12, 9 May 2014
Midnight Interruption is a story written by Shiawasena Ryokō-sha. It originally ran in Issue 48 at http://s2b2.livejournal.com/275011.html, and is mirrored at http://www.shousetsubangbang.com/mirror/midnight-interruption/.
Summary
"I'm going to reboot the warning subsystems, Cyrus." He'd taken to telling the program things like that before he actually went through with them. It made it seem more humane, somehow - the fact they were keeping something basically indistinguishable from a human holed up in a tin can to run their air conditioning. Clever, nimble fingers flashing, he typed a few lines into the console. After a moment, the cacophony outside quieted down. One of the folks on shift down below whooped in gratitude. Blake leaned back. "It's time we had a little talk, Cyrus."
"Oh good, I just love our little talks," the AI responded. Flatly. Blake frowned. That wasn't supposed to happen, especially not more than once in a row.
