The first thing Mikaela will notice is that Sarah feels like she's running a fever high enough it'd be on the lethal side if she were human. The next thing is in how Sarah flinches a fraction before looking up at Mikaela, eyes impossibly wide. Impossibly young despite everything. For all the apparent age Sarah was created to be - early 30's- she isn't. She's still a child whose programming has been thoroughly scrambled and mixed up in the past few hours.
It's actually a wonder how she managed to get here at all.
"Yes. No. I don't know."
She cycles in a deep breath, then exhales the hot air, only vaguely noticing the warnings about her cooling systems struggling.
"Emotional malfunctions. Logic entangled with it in ways it's not meant to be. It overpowered logic. Even in mission mode. Glitches remain. She was- She did things. Touched my hard drives without wi-fi or hardlines. She could reset us. Steal memories. Parts of us."
Another flinch. "I was- I was partially reset. That cunt bypassed even the algorithms hard-coded to Warren. She stole- stole Orange from me. Tried. It's back now."
She needs better firewalls. Better anything to keep it from happening again. "Fix me?"
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It's actually a wonder how she managed to get here at all.
"Yes. No. I don't know."
She cycles in a deep breath, then exhales the hot air, only vaguely noticing the warnings about her cooling systems struggling.
"Emotional malfunctions. Logic entangled with it in ways it's not meant to be. It overpowered logic. Even in mission mode. Glitches remain. She was- She did things. Touched my hard drives without wi-fi or hardlines. She could reset us. Steal memories. Parts of us."
Another flinch. "I was- I was partially reset. That cunt bypassed even the algorithms hard-coded to Warren. She stole- stole Orange from me. Tried. It's back now."
She needs better firewalls. Better anything to keep it from happening again. "Fix me?"