Will Nines
Will looked over at the yellow annoying man who had gotten into a fight with the horned lady. " I can read and comprehend quite well. The files I read was that they were combatting the pathogen, so your theory falls dead in the water on that notion. If the pathogen was designed to combat the cure, then the people would be working on curing the pathogen. We also cannot know that, making assumptions isn't going to help anyone. We do not know if the Overseer has any sort of knowledge or even knows about the pathogen. As for your earlier point at not poking around on the body, we will not have made it this far if we didn't remove the keys from the body. The greatest weapons humans had ever used is fear, we only can go off the information provided and it doesn't mention a cure or what this pathogen was. Besides- if the overseer wanted to kill us- why let us find weapons or climb up and find these documents? Everything seems perfectly planned- whatever this game is- I'm sure that it is much more complicated then it seems. And it's Will, Yellow man," he added.
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Thaal gave Will a lion's glare, his thinned eyes cutting deep into the android. Rage brewed and stewed within him, rising and falling with every breath. He swallowed it down. It wouldn't serve him to lose his temper. Not here. Not now. But nevertheless, something urged him to defend himself, to remind Will that no one walks over Thaal Sinestro and leaves unscathed. He would not be undermined by an overgrown microwave, not now, not ever.
His words were callous and careless, unbarred and unrestricted by anger or irritation.
"Oh, does it bother you to be called a machine, machine?" Thaal smiled a condescendingly smile "To be a mere imitation of life? I'm sure it kills you to know that you're
never going to be truly
alive. All of us came about as the result of billions of years of trial and error and growth and
survival. You, on the hand, simply rolled off some godforsaken production line. And yet you
claim to be of some higher intelect? You're nothing more than a chain of ones and zeros strung together and tied up in a tin shell. Your faulted ignorant logic simply brings down everyone around you. Try to put yourself in the shoes the shoes of a
human for once..."
It was time to test the creatures coding. Would he get mad? Would he need time to process how information? Or wouldn't he simply read another one of his set responses? The possibilities excited the Yellow Lantern to no end.
"Machine, you're a programmed puppet. Scripted; Your mind is disgustingly closed. You out rule the possibility of biological weaponry based on several highly retracted files, only to go on to admit how coincidental this planted evidence is l. You underestimate our foe; if she seemks to manipulate us so, for rehabilitation purposes or for entertainment or god knows whatever else, wouldn't she take every advantage she could and plant false information? She could be covering something up? Warping our opinions? I wouldn't expect a box of numbers such as yourself to understand, but the living are capable of emotion- un-programmed, chaotic emotions- and these emotions lead us to evil- we kill, we cheat. Try to follow my logic, here. Save this file somewhere important; In your nativity, you have placed your faith in a source we
know to be dishonest. Learn to be critical of this content. Learn that man is innately
evil and will seek to manipulate your program. And so far, they have succeeded; You place your trust in documents that contain more retractions than words, and yet you dare to call me minded for questioning them? Quaint."
Perhaps there was some semblance of altruism in Thaal's words. Maybe he wished to see Will's breed of 'ignorance' undermined before he could convince the others to follow such primative lines of thought. Or maybe he had just grown to dislike the machine on a deeper, personal level. He didn't care. There were bigger fish to fry than their petty disagreements.
"But let's not fry your circuits, little robot. I won't take offence to you misusing my name; I'm certain it's simply another glitch in your system. But know this: seek to lecture me on fear again and I assure you, the Overseer will have to send her agents into the microverse to fish out your scrap..." After a heart beat of silence, Thaal slapped Will's arm lightly in feinted friendship, his friendly facade returning to him "But I'm sure it won't come to that. Perhaps we can still get along. Perhaps we can avoid killing each other, for now at least. Refrain from seeking to attack my pride again, little man, and I see no reason why we cannot co-exist"
"How do we know that the Overseer had anything to do with this facility at all?" Akande stepped in right as Will and Sinestro began bickering, having none of it.
"An abandoned quarantine facility could be an excellent site for her little game. Known only to those still living...if there even are those in this area still alive, judging by all the broken equipment and stains lying about. We're isolated from the rest of the world, locked up where no one can find us. It's as Will says: it's more atmospheric in nature than anything else."
Still, he did wonder...
"Now, that isn't to say the Overseer isn't alone in this. I can't imagine one solitary being capable of capturing not just us, but the others locked away in that other cell group, giving all of us these bracelets, and coordinating it so we would all awaken and start playing at the same time. I am sure she has others behind the scenes, as well, helping her in her schemes. After all, there is strength in numbers."
As Will started looking at the desk, Akande joined him.
"But what I still don't know is why, and that's my biggest question. Why are we here in this booby-trapped facility? To play some sort of game, yes...but what is the motivation for hosting it at all? Calling us scum, having us work together...either this Overseer is some twisted vigilante hoping to give us some sort of justice, or she's some twisted socialite who wanted to see us all play some little game." He shrugged.
"I could be wrong on either counts, but there's little information to go on, as it is."
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"At last... some semblance of
logic" Thaal muttered, a knuckle to his chin "You've given us much to think about, Akande. Perhaps this 'Overseer' believes herself to be some sort of... 'hero' rather than the lawman I once believed her to be... the only question remains as to what grudges she - or her organisation- hold towards us? There are billions of creatures in this multiverse far more threatening than this the Machine or the young-ones...
"As much as it pains me to admit it, the Overseer had given us a fighting chance, just as the Machine suggested" Maybe Will wasn't as useless as he had predicted after all... "Don't misunderstand me; she can still and most likely will kill us. But like prisoners in group B, we were given a fighting chance. 50/50. With the information layed out for us and the dangers we have encountered so far, I cannot help but feel as if the Overseer
needs us for something. That's she's using us for a task she's unable or unwilling to complete with her own staff... if she's willing to kill half of us already, then logic would dictate that she requires us to complete a dangerous task, one where a high mortality rate is to be expected...
Which makes me wonder... if this facility has gone to such lengths to quarantine maintain its quarantine, which do we have a corpse on the lower floors? And more importantly... where are the other infected?"
"Cull the weak and use the strong," Dhaos spoke up to Doomfists musings giving his thoughts on the matter.
"I do not believe she is interested in all of us, only in the ones that will survive this ordeal. Her talk about unity and team work is just that. Talk. What she will do with the survivors I can not say. As you said Akande, too many variables."
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"If that was the case, why was their a 50:50 chance of death before we even began? If she wanted the strong to survive, why allow for probability to remove half her pieces from the board? I do not think that this is a test... no... it has to be something more..."
"Rehabilitation."
Izuru once again made his presence known as he stood a few meters behind Will, Akande, and Dhaos, staring off in another direction with a dull look. A strange ability of his it was; one could only ever acknowledge him when he wanted to be acknowledged. Otherwise, it was like he wasn't among the group at all.
"A game like this would logically be used to cull the negative characteristics that are shared among you all. Selfishness, deceptiveness, cruelty, even apathy. Place an idea in the head of the ignorant masses, and it will spread like an infection, producing a stock of like-minded individuals who could be manipulated at the will of the one who showed them what they 'need,' or what they know as 'truth.'"
He paused, his voice suddenly beginning to drip with bitterness.
"Imagine existing only to be used by someone else, and seeing no reason to act otherwise."
He tilted his head downward, closing his eyes for a moment.
"What a pitiful, boring existence that would be."
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"A cunning plan, but all we've done since we've arrived is fight. There have been 2 attempts on my life thus far, and both of those occurred within the earliest period. All that this 'rehabilitation experiment' has done so far is encourage our prejudice and strengthened our hate, both for the Overseer's authority, what such authority represents and each other. So either this experement is a complete and utter failure, or it's not an experement at all... I've endured my fate share of such programs, and very few have wound up as impersonal and bizzare as this..."
"I think you might both right." Akande couldn't help but grin as he heard what these two theorized.
"We work together, but those unsuitable for whatever her end goal is perish. That's a possibility. Already she cut down almost everyone in the other cell block...we should ask our friends about what exactly happened in that death trap of theirs."
As Izuru made himself known, Akande chuckled.
"Well, she said herself rehabilitation wasn't her goal here. I suppose you may have tuned her out out of boredom, though." From his jovial tone, it was clear he was merely teasing, not making an actual jab at Izuru.
"But the Overseer won't need to use me for anything. Once I prove my worth here...granted this is even her goal, to test our limits and our cooperation. Everything is far too up in the air for anything definitive."
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"Quite right... this new data simply creates more questions than answers... We will simply have to play along, for now, and wait for more information... with any luck, she'll be forced to show her hand soon enough..."