Hardboot

[Comby]

Not all areas of the manufacturing plant were busy. Some were still undisturbed in their lengthy slumber, some had their coats of dust still undisturbed, the humming of electricity and the squeak of gears and other unknowns tucked far from them for the most part, their wiring allowed to degenerate and decay. The core storage was one such location; a refuge of refuse, as it were, where the faulty and less stable cores were left to standby mode for all eternity. Row upon row of the things, there were, all silent, all abandoned. None seemed to stand out above another. Well, perhaps one; the bindings holding it in place, in the possibility that it did wake up were left in mild disrepair, the optic long since covered over with grime, it made little sense as to the precautions taken. After all, aside from the scarring on the optic covering plates, it was as unremarkable as any other AI compressed into a metallic sphere-clops.
The ruined cables long ago frayed now draped and hung from holes in the ceiling, the wall, wherever there was an opening, really. Intermittently, a shower of sparks would shoot out from one or two of them, lighting the room in a sort of strobe effect. If the sparks ever rained on one of the rejected cores, it simply rolled right off; it wasn't like it could touch their internal components, reactivate them. even when some of the wires closer to the cores went off, it never mattered. Consequently, when one ending near the back of several cores, including the bound one went off, nothing changed. No core opened its eye, started babbling or screeching. Nothing could be heard, except for the very, very faint sounding of Mozart whining from somewhere nearby. Or, even quieter, the sound of modems starting up, whirring, moving.

Systems check;
Status; -27%-
-34%-
-57%, 73%, 86%, 98%-

Combat Core reactivated.

[Jo/Shira]

((can I join?))