She's there as quickly as she can be, finding Sarah relatively quickly. May have used her powers a little, even if she possibly shouldn't using them for small things? Unsure. Maybe she can just do whatever she wants with them.
Mikaela hurries over to where Sarah is laying, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, hey, I'm here. What's up? What's happened? Are you hurt?"
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?"
"Alright, alright," she can understand what's happening on a very basic logical level, but emotionally she's a bit out of her depth. Mikaela tries to encourage Sarah up to her feet. "Let's get back to the bar. There's more privacy there."
She pauses for a moment, frowning as the meanings of the words actually start sinking in.
"Whoever did this to you can't get to you here. Let's get back to the bar and just chill out for a couple minutes."
"I-" The Resetter isn't here. "Yes. Queen Jan is not here."
Yet why doesn't that sound, immutable fact of logic calm her thoughts? Why does her emotional matrix squirm?
Don't think about it. Only logic matters. Emotions are a hindrance to logic. "Queen Jan is not here."
That does not sound as firm as it should be. Yet, somehow Sarah manages to clamber to her feet, dismissing the reports from her gyros. The world is not spinning and gravity still works. "Alright. That sounds ideal. Safe. My jacket is there, yes?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Mikaela hurries over to where Sarah is laying, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, hey, I'm here. What's up? What's happened? Are you hurt?"
no subject
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?"
no subject
She pauses for a moment, frowning as the meanings of the words actually start sinking in.
"Whoever did this to you can't get to you here. Let's get back to the bar and just chill out for a couple minutes."
no subject
Yet why doesn't that sound, immutable fact of logic calm her thoughts? Why does her emotional matrix squirm?
Don't think about it. Only logic matters. Emotions are a hindrance to logic. "Queen Jan is not here."
That does not sound as firm as it should be. Yet, somehow Sarah manages to clamber to her feet, dismissing the reports from her gyros. The world is not spinning and gravity still works. "Alright. That sounds ideal. Safe. My jacket is there, yes?"
no subject
She helps Sarah up, even if the AI doesn't really need it, but figures maybe there's some comfort in the contact.
"Your jacket is there and exactly how you left it. Bonecrusher is there, too, and he's looking forward to seeing you again."