Obsidian’s systems were becoming more anymore corrupted; in short-they were filing. The Voyn class mech’s AI couldn’t resolve the anomaly (or miracle, according to biologies) of how the triumvirate still functioned.
Which was why Zombies, (AI’s)-were regulated to rudimentary/remedial tasks.
“Why’re we drawin’ so much damn heat!?” vented Boaz, Eld’s “co-pilot”-of sorts-. He was a Dybbuk, (or the preferred mount’s term-rider) his consciousness was anchored to an Egress and through quantum entanglement; was able to co-pilot.
Most dismissed Dybbuks as construct, (another variation of Zombie); an egregious error. Obsidian knew better. Boaz-either by hook or crook-was choosing to await reintegration (fusing a consciousness with a clone).
“They’re attracted to users.” Obsidian answered with distaste. Neophyte Tenebrous was tapping Syphorsne’s source-Demesne. The mech was sure its pilot didn’t even now. “Eld’s been delving deeper, drawing more of the power’s source than ever; to keep us going.
Flying through the ‘Void they found solace in all the detritus, taking a brief respite i the part of a husk from a Dreadcarrier. “How dos ou know?” voiced Eld. “It could be your Mi’raj drive.”
“Not could-is, as in-also.” clarified Obsidian. “Now, you might have the misconception that I’m just ‘a stupid machine’-but, I’m sentient/sapient like you.” Obsidian let that sink in. “Remember-you’re second generation Varuna, a legacy. Your father before you who created and polite me could delve…Also; your mother.”
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