I Know That Guy!

[Will Stanton]

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>>You're trying to hack him?!

[Ashlie Minamida]

"Yes. I need to know why they are spying on us."

[Will Stanton]

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>>Well, I'm not gonna let you hack my friends.  That's crazy talk!  You wouldn't force a flesh-and-blood person to tell you things, would you?

[Ashlie Minamida]

"If a person was caught spying in the school then a telepathic probe could be warranted. This is not a person. It's a military satellite. A sophisticated piece of equipment, but not comparable to you and me."

[Will Stanton]

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>>He's just doing his job, that's all.  I'm not gonna help you alter his brain.

>>I think he's --exactly comparable to you and me.

[Ashlie Minamida]

"I'm not trying to alter it. I'm just attempting to gain access to it's databanks. I'll gladly debate you on what constitutes sentience in a machine some other time, right now I need you to push that packet through."

[Will Stanton]

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>>And if I refuse?

[Ashlie Minamida]

"I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. I'll have to find another way."

[Will Stanton]

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>>I'm not going to let you hurt my friends.

[Ashlie Minamida]

"I'm not going to harm anything. Transmitting it's data is one of it's basic functions."

[Will Stanton]

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>>But not to strange people hacking into its brain!

[Ashlie Minamida]

"How is 'asking' and trying to convince it any different. You're sending signals with the intent of retrieving data. It has no way to judge your request outside of the parameters that have been programmed into it. Hacking just means tailoring your requests to fit the expected terms."

[Will Stanton]

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>>Of COURSE it has ways to judge the request.  You have to be honest with people.

[Ashlie Minamida]

"It has predetermined processes that judge the request. That's the entire point of security protocols. Being honest has nothing to do with it. You're anthropomorphizing an inanimate object. Not everything is like you or me and frankly, it's insulting to insist they are. Stop protecting the non-existent feelings of a military spy satellite."

[Will Stanton]

With that, Will shifted back.

"I don't think I want to help you anymore, Headmistress," Will said, frowning. "I don't think you have the best interests of me OR my friends in mind."

[Ashlie Minamida]

"Then tell me why your friends would be spying on you? Why do you think they positioned that satellite where it is? I'm just trying to protect you."

[Will Stanton]

"I can protect myself now," he said, sprouting some extra muscles and clenching his fists.

[Ashlie Minamida]

"I'm sure the machine suspended in space thousands of kilometers above your head is very impressed."

[Will Stanton]

And with that, Will swung his fist directly towards Ashlie's face, shifting it into a heavy metal anvil on route.

[Ashlie Minamida]

Ashlie's reflexes are good, but she also seems to have misread the situation horribly. The anvil-fist slams into her skull, shattering one of her eyes in a spray of metal and fiberoptics as the massive chunk of metal tears away a good quarter of her synthetic skin and severely damaging the metal frame underneath. Sparks fly as the intricate sensors underneath are crushed and her head jerks back, hanging back at a 90 degree angle for a moment before groaning servos bring it jerking back upright. The left side of her 'face' is sagging where synthetic skin is loosely hanging off it's frame, a metal jaw hanging slightly askew, showing bits of her teeth and her synthetic tongue lolling around as she talks.

"That was unwarranted." she says, raising her hand as the glove Rob built for her blinks to life and unloads a series of various energy pellets into Will, among them an electrical one.

[Will Stanton]

The pellets slammed into Will, who was launched back towards the wall behind him, rapidly losing all cohesion and form as the electric pellet fired. After twisting and bouncing unnaturally through several shapes, he settled into a block of clay, resting on the floor of the lab, as arcs of electricity washed over him.

[Ashlie Minamida]

"Was this really necessary, Will?" she says, sounding angry and walking over towards him, looking kind of disturbing with half her face caved in and jerkily trying to go through the process of matching her facial movements to her voice. "I don't exactly keep backup heads around." She has to correct her course a little and generally seems to be having some trouble properly locating Will and moving herself towards him.

[Will Stanton]

If Ashlie was having trouble speaking, Will was having an even harder time. The electricity kept him more or less trapped, though, to his credit, the cube WAS quivering, occasionally beginning to grow small protrusions before being absorbed back in.

[Ashlie Minamida]

Ashlie grabs the cube somewhat roughly, apparently not too concerned about the electricity as she lifts Will up, sparks arcing but apparently not penetrating her skin. "You require some time to get yourself sorted out." she says as she half-carries, half-drags him towards the containment cells.