[She could kill her now. The thought is cold and straightforward. It's a matter of strategy. 2-- is distracted by the ominous machine light that shines down on them like some sort of judgment. An apocalyptic omen given a voice and a message. Humans spoke of these things in their theology. The machine light was an archangel, portending doom.
But the distress that she hears in 2--'s voice gives her pause. It's that hated empathy that they share — that YoRHa had tried so hard to destroy. Instead, A2 lowers her blade, and she stares up at the light in that gray sky.
A flick of her eyes in 2--'s direction.] What data? [...] The Bunker?
[Pod, ever obedient, attempts to retrieve the data. The data is an ocean, a flood of information. But it can't be read or understood. They scramble into incoherence.]
Data format unknown. Attempting decryption. ... ...... .......... Attempt failed. Access denied.
Starting attempt #2... ........ ..........
[A2's gaze is still fixed on the spotlight, and the voice above speaks again in the flat, empty intonation of a machine.]
Breach detected. Antivirus measures initiated.
[And then, softly, edged with condescending pity:]
no subject
But the distress that she hears in 2--'s voice gives her pause. It's that hated empathy that they share — that YoRHa had tried so hard to destroy. Instead, A2 lowers her blade, and she stares up at the light in that gray sky.
A flick of her eyes in 2--'s direction.] What data? [...] The Bunker?
[Pod, ever obedient, attempts to retrieve the data. The data is an ocean, a flood of information. But it can't be read or understood. They scramble into incoherence.]
Data format unknown. Attempting decryption.
...
......
..........
Attempt failed. Access denied.
Starting attempt #2...
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[A2's gaze is still fixed on the spotlight, and the voice above speaks again in the flat, empty intonation of a machine.]
Breach detected. Antivirus measures initiated.
[And then, softly, edged with condescending pity:]
You are not allowed access. You know this.