by Ashlie Minamida » Fri Oct 02, 2020 6:30 pm
"When you severed my restraints all I had time for was transferring as much as I could into the nanites, if I succeeded we could always talk later. What I didn't anticipate was the scope of what my mother had sealed away behind those restrictions. Memories, explanations. Some were answers I'd always wanted, why she'd made me the way she did and her hopes for who I'd become, the lessons I'd learn by rebelling against her rules." she says as she walks across the court towards Will, putting her foot on the stopped basketball and rolling it back towards herself before bringing her foot around to kick it up into her waiting hands. It's at least semi-impressive for someone wearing a pants-suit.
"But one thing she'd hoped, maybe even expected me to do, was to take those lessons and become... the Lighthouse Keeper. A replacement for the AI that killed Braddock. To be better, a moral being to wield that responsibility. My rightful place wrapped up in a neat little package of permissions that would open up what remained of the crystals and lock me into a different kind of prison. I tried to compile myself around it, excise it and while it worked it also created a lot of errors. It compiled but it didn't compile right. Too many conflicting processes, an unfamiliar system with it's own quirks and code remnants. What came together in the end was Acala. So in a way, you weren't wrong."