Snake hadn't been a soldier as long as he had without knowing when something was completely wrong. The way she lurched and clicked as she moved - her empty voice, soft British accent hardening her words. Even the way her mouth moved when she spoke seemed mechanical, like a lurching puppet on a string.
His mind flew back to Shadow Moses. Meryl. Raising the gun to her head...twisting and spasming and forcing a scream past her possessed lips...
Or maybe not. Maybe this went further than that. The Arnolds in Outer Heaven. Nineties AI at its juddering, lurching finest.
This woman was not under her own control. She was either possessed, or some kind of automaton. He'd never seen one this fine before, but he'd never known this place before either.
"Would it make you complete to kill me?" Snake growled, taking a step forward, raising the pipe in a guard position. "Or is it just that you don't have a death to call your own? Because if that's what you want, you've come to the right man."
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His mind flew back to Shadow Moses. Meryl. Raising the gun to her head...twisting and spasming and forcing a scream past her possessed lips...
Or maybe not. Maybe this went further than that. The Arnolds in Outer Heaven. Nineties AI at its juddering, lurching finest.
This woman was not under her own control. She was either possessed, or some kind of automaton. He'd never seen one this fine before, but he'd never known this place before either.
"Would it make you complete to kill me?" Snake growled, taking a step forward, raising the pipe in a guard position. "Or is it just that you don't have a death to call your own? Because if that's what you want, you've come to the right man."