H+ Mayhem (Worm)

I'm guessing that the memory inconsistencies are due to the way Jurric models Coil's powers in this story: When he splits timelines into two, his shard simulates the Coil-controls-timelines-future until he drops one of them; the shard notes which was dropped. Then some of Coil's mind is saved, and his brain state is replaced by what it was when he split timelines. Then the choices he made in the timeline he was going to keep are made in the real world, and the information from the second timeline is fed to him as time goes on. When he was going to drop the timeline, the saved part of his mind replaces the current version of that part, leading to possible inconsistencies whenever the simulations were inaccurate in some way.

For example, he might have, during his research, found out about shards. Of course that knowledge was nigh-instantly deleted from his brain, but not before he jumped a little, disrupting the chair. In the simulation, he never found out in the first place.
 
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"So you wanted to find out who called you, and made you turn on the E88, and in order to do this you… bribed Cricket with a laser scythe?" Trickster asked.

Skitter had arrived, and sat down quietly after apologizing for being late. She'd had trouble getting away from school. She was staying fairly quiet, and sitting next to Tattletale who was whispering to her, catching her up on the conversation.

"Yes. I had no idea where to start myself, and I figured that Cricket would probably be able to approach things from another angle. Since then I've been told that the phone call was made by Kid Win, as part of an alarmingly successful psychological attack."

Or at least I think that's what Mayhem was up to when he gave her the scythe. Who knows, really? I just needed a good excuse for my technology to be in Crickets hands, and that was close enough to the truth to explain most of the evidence.

"Why did Cricket visit you after Tagg released her?" Grue asked.

"Because Mayhem was the one Cricket was sent to kill. Not Coil." Tattletale said, smirking. "I thought the wording on that email was strange. Tagg wasn't worried about Coil, Coil is known to be some sort of Thinker, not nearly as innately terrifying as someone who could go Nilbog in his back yard."

"I assumed that Cricket broke out on her own?" I said.

Tattletale frowned, and tapped her lip.

"I… you might be right actually, but the email isn't faked, and it does talk about releasing someone, due to some sort of deal… but Hookwolf was forced to change back to his human form and was rendered comatose, meaning the only other ones who Tagg could send are Othala and Alabaster…"

"Does it matter, Cricket did escape, one way or the other." Purity said with a frown.

"It matters because if Tagg sent her to kill someone, we need to respond to that threat." Grue advised her.

"We need to oust Tagg anyway." Coil said. "How we go about it might change based on that information, but our long term plans won't be altered by it."

"I just want to check I have this right." Genesis said. "Cricket arrived to kill Mayhem, and he bribed her into helping him instead? I can sort of see that. I can even see why Cricket was stalking Coil, no offense Coil, but you're the sort of person I'd expect a call like that to come from."

"None taken." Coil said with a shrug. "If I'd been prepared to capitalize at the time it would have been a masterful stroke."

"You know the best part. Mayhem didn't even realize that Cricket had been sent to kill him. He thought she was flirting when she cut his throat." Tattletale said, grinning from ear to ear.

I should have shortened certain muscles in her face, she smiled way to much.

"In his defense, she kind of was." Tattletale added, watching me squirm. Was she trying to make me use her mute button?

"Isn't he a bit young for her?" Purity said.

"This is getting off topic. Again." Coil said, saving me. "Mayhem I'd like you to explain what you did to Bakuda, and, in terms we can understand, I'd like you to talk about our options for controlling Cricket."

I wonder if Coil was doing this deliberately? Making me tell everyone just how much influence I could exert over a human brain, just so they wouldn't trust me as much. Probably, that sounded like a Thinker thing to do. Trickster in particular was blanching, probably wondering if I was going to do the some of the things I was describing to Noelle. I wouldn't, and I think he was desperate enough to let me try anyway, but still.

I could just lie, but they already knew some of this stuff, Bakuda let that cat out of the bag.

"At the moment I'm limited to controlling someone's emotional state, but depending on the severity of the emotions, and how much I inhibit basic logic, that allows me to make someone do just about anything. I can do things like inhibit aggression, desire for freedom, while increasing obedience. I can't make someone obedient to just one person, just generally obedient, but if you control who they meet it's basically the same thing."

That wasn't strictly speaking true, I could fiddle with the emotions in real-time to make someone obedient only to me, if I was near enough the person with the emotion control chip, but I wasn't going to tell them that.

"Would these alterations have to permanent?" Coil asked.

"No. I can non-invasively manipulate signals in the brain with an implant in the skull, instead of the brain itself, which would prevent any long term effects, aside from the obvious trauma from eventual realization of what the person has been doing."

"What about some sort of… pacification helmet, one that makes her tell the truth, and not try to attack or escape. I think the main problem we have here is the need for invasive surgery." Skitter said.

"I'm afraid that I can't do anything from outside the head. I don't have any ideas on how I'd manage to make electrical and chemical manipulation fine enough to alter emotions from outside the skull." I told her.

Skitter looked disappointed, and I made a mental note not to mention to her that I had an entire tree dedicated purely to Master technology. I hadn't breached it, and hopefully never would, but still, she seemed oddly eager to be able to exchange a broken, evil being for a good one, even if it was through mind control.

Neural Augmentation did link into the Master technology tree, but it was in general far less creepy. It was at least supposed to be used to make the brain work better, even if it could be turned to other ends.

"What we need to realize here, is that this incident sets the tone for how we, as a gang, deal with attacks against us, and violations of our policies." Coil said.

"If you're saying that we need to make sure we're feared, I get that." Grue said. "Reputation is important, if we're not intimidating enough to keep other gangs out of the Bay, we'll have nearly non-stop fights on our hands. What I'm worried about here is making sure that we fully understand the issue. Cricket was outside your house. Maybe she was going to try and kill you, maybe not, she didn't out you, so we should ask before we do anything drastic."

Coil raised his eyebrows.

"You don't trust me?" He asked.

"I wouldn't go that far, but you don't seem to have a lot of information, and maybe you're a good enough Thinker to get by on what little you have, but we're not. I know next to nothing about the attack on your house. I say we ask questions before Mayhem starts cutting into heads."

Technically I'd already cut into her head. Bullet fragment in her ear, got it out while I was fixing everything else. Still, he had a point. I trusted Coil about as far as… no, wait, nutrient supplements and low end Tinkertech steroids meant I was fairly strong now, I could probably flip Coil a fair distance. Who was the weakest person at the table?

I trusted Coil about as far as Regent could throw him.

"You would like to wake Cricket up, and hear her version of events?" Coil said.

"I don't know. Purity, you seem to know her fairly well. Would she try anything against fourteen other capes?" Grue asked.

"I don't think so. She did back down if she considered someone untouchable, she was smart enough not to pick fights she was sure to lose."

"She's never demonstrated the ability to do more than disorient with her sound control." Trickster said. "It should be perfectly safe to wake her up and talk with her, let her speak in her defense."

I coughed, it came out rather fake, but it got attention.

"Um, right. I just put Cricket into a sort of healing coma. She's not going to be answering anything for at least forty eight hours." I told everyone.

Regent groaned, and leaned back in his chair.

"So we don't know what's going on, and the key witness is out to it. Coil got spooked because someone found out his civilian ID, so we all got called in, but nothing's going to come of it, and we're all going to talk in circles until Mayhem gets bored and releases a plague that kills everyone except his girlfriend." Regent said.

"I've been studiously avoiding virology as a whole." I told him seriously. Regent chuckled. It took me a second to realize why.

"And she's not my girlfriend!" I added, hitting my head on the table.

The meeting went on for a little while longer, talking about fairly inconsequential things. Revenue streams, recruitment, local law enforcement. I stopped paying attention, instead trying to create a new Protocol from scratch. One similar to Mayhem, but without the inherent flaws. One where I was still in control.

Unfortunately, there was one problem, and that problem was me. My mind, my consciousness, it was a complex, disorganized thing, build in an incredibly inefficient manner. The Mayhem Protocol had been one of the first things available in the Neural Augmentation branch, and yet it was still a mystery to me in almost every way. It ran the same pathways, but in different ways. It wasn't something I could easily put limits or brakes on, because the whole point of the Protocol was removing those things. Removing absolutely everything that could otherwise come between me and an objective.

I could make a Protocol that worked slightly better than my own mind for combat, and which I would still be in control of, but it wouldn't have anything near the levels of efficiency that Mayhem did.

I started to make it anyway.

Eventually the meeting broke up, with the expectation that everyone would meet back here in two days to ask Cricket just what was going on. I went back to my lab, and finished typing up the code for the new Protocol. I'd need to test run it a few times, so the code could start upgrading itself, but in theory it should run only on sections of my brain that weren't in use in that instant, basically just giving me good combat reflexes and instincts.

"Sveta, watch me, would you, if I'm going to do something odd, stop me." I ordered.

"Um, yes. How?" Sveta asked.

"Use your judgment. H+, five minutes, activate."

I looked down at my hands. I didn't feel any different. Then again, I wasn't supposed to. No, wait, I was acutely aware of my clone, when normally I wouldn't be. I guess he was the only thing in the room that the software had flagged as a threat.

I started work on Noelle's new body, and that awareness didn't fade. I simply always knew where the clone's body was, and spared it just enough attention to keep it steadily monitored, which wasn't hard considering my mask still gave me a three sixty degree view. It wasn't really anything incredibly exciting, just a… an added awareness.

Now, how could I test this.

"Interesting. Sveta, could you try and push me?" I asked. She wasn't flagged as a threat by the combat algorithms. Not unsurprising, they were based off my own brain, they knew what I knew.

"Um, does that count as something odd?" She asked.

"No it does not, it's a fairly standard test." I told her.

"Um, OK." She said, giving me a very slow, gentle shove.

Nothing. Then again, I was still quite certain that she wasn't a threat.

"Harder." I told her.

"Um… that is a little bit odd." Sveta said, reaching into her backpack. "Are you sure you're OK?"

"I'm fine. I'm fairly sure that if you really try to hit me, the combat algorithm will kick in, and I will block, dodge, or otherwise do something awesome." I told her.

"OK." She said, taking a gas grenade out of her bag, and pulling the pin.

I let it fall at my feet, waiting to be prompted as Sveta walked over to the wall where my gas masks were kept.

Nope, still nothing, and I just got a whiff of the gas. Good going H+, Sveta was so harmless she managed to completely get through your defenses. I hope you learn from thi…


When I woke up, a worried looking Skitter was standing over me. Glad my fear response was still fairly low, I think that mask would have been rather intimidating straight after unconsciousness, otherwise.

"Skitter. Are the legs working OK?" I asked, sitting up. Sveta was still nearby, looking a bit nervous, and holding the antidote bottle for the gas grenade. Good thing she remembered where I left that. I hadn't.

"They're working just fine." Skitter said, rolling one shoulder under the weight of the curved metal backpack the legs were currently curled into.

"So why are you here?" I asked.

"Well… I've been talking with Tattletale a bit… and I was wondering how you feel about ending all crime in Brockton Bay." Skitter said nervously.
 
Good news, or just news, depending on how you look at it. I think we're going to have a sixth arc. I was expecting to resolve these sub-plots a little bit quicker.
 
Good news, or just news, depending on how you look at it. I think we're going to have a sixth arc. I was expecting to resolve these sub-plots a little bit quicker.

GOOD! THE BLOOD WORD GOD APPROVES!

In all seriousness, i can't wait for coil, to get his. I hope it involves tons of brain/body horror. Oh no! Coil, now i've hooked into your brain, and you're gonna watch as all your plans come tumbling down, before i render you a barely competent automaton, occasionally restoring your faculties only to take them away again leaving you in perpetual existential horror. Flowers for Algernon all day every day!

I'm usually not this cruel, but coil is a bastard to end all bastards.
 
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Sveta: Adam, the fridge is empty. Can you please go outside and get pizza for yourself and Tt and raw steaks for me?
Adam: I have a protocol for it.
....
Adam: H+Domestic+ make me a sandwich 5 minutes activate.
H+Domestic+: Sveta, you are looking great today! And your tendrils are in playful mood, huh? HManager+Local-Food Make Adam a sandwich 4 minutes activate.
HManager+Local-Food: What the Hell! Who was flipping my code again? Domestic, you bastard, I told you not to touch insight propagator!
Sveta: Sorry it was me. I accidentally poked it while was looking for HA++Painter. He promised me to explain how to paint tendrils pink.
HManager+Local-Food: No worry Sveta, it's ok if it was you. I just don't trust Domestic. Adam, I don't have time, have to fix my code, make sandwich yourself.
 
I trusted Coil about as far as… no, wait, nutrient supplements and low end Tinkertech steroids meant I was fairly strong now, I could probably flip Coil a fair distance. Who was the weakest person at the table?
In one timeline...

"Yaaaaaaaa-hoo-hoo-hoooooey..."

*puff of dust on the valley floor*

"You know the best part. Mayhem didn't even realize that Cricket had been sent to kill him. He thought she was flirting when she cut his throat." Tattletale said, grinning from ear to ear.

I should have shortened certain muscles in her face, she smiled way to much.

"In his defense, she kind of was." Tattletale added, watching me squirm.
She probably had a fairly good idea what he was thinking about there, and decided to do a little damage control. It doesn't do to make too much fun of the guy who may or may not have the ability to instantly kill everyone with SCIENCE.

"So we don't know what's going on, and the key witness is out to it. Coil got spooked because someone found out his civilian ID, so we all got called in, but nothing's going to come of it, and we're all going to talk in circles until Mayhem gets bored and releases a plague that kills everyone except his girlfriend." Regent said.
Sveta's immune to practically everything, of course.

What?

I could make a Protocol that worked slightly better than my own mind for combat, and which I would still be in control of, but it wouldn't have anything near the levels of efficiency that Mayhem did.
"And I shall name it... Disorderliness!"

Good going H+, Sveta was so harmless she managed to completely get through your defenses. I hope you learn from thi…
WAFFBOT THE UNSTOPPABLE.

When I woke up, a worried looking Skitter was standing over me. Glad my fear response was still fairly low, I think that mask would have been rather intimidating straight after unconsciousness, otherwise.

"Skitter. Are the legs working OK?" I asked, sitting up. Sveta was still nearby, looking a bit nervous, and holding the antidote bottle for the gas grenade. Good thing she remembered where I left that. I hadn't.
I love how, immediately upon regaining consciousness from getting knocked out by his own gas grenade, he asks Skitter how her tech is doing like nothing even happened.

"Well… I've been talking with Tattletale a bit… and I was wondering how you feel about ending all crime in Brockton Bay." Skitter said nervously.
Cricket would be so very disappointed.
 
"So you wanted to find out who called you, and made you turn on the E88, and in order to do this you… bribed Cricket with a laser scythe?" Trickster asked.
I can't help but feel like I helped make this happen, even though I know it's an obvious answer and Jurric probably had it planned well in advance of my comments. However... HELPING!

She was staying fairly quiet, and sitting next to Tattletale who was whispering to her, catching her up on the conversation.
*eyes Skitter*
*eyes Tattletale*
*slowly lifts eyebrow*
...no, this is NOT going to be a "I'll ship it!" comment. (Of course, I WILL ship it.) This is going to be a "I'm pretty sure those two are in cahoots." comment. We've already seen that Tattletale wants Skitter as a leader-type from the vote. We already know that Skitter and Tattletale can work together well from canon (much less the more confident Skitter and possibly less idiotic Tattletale here). We KNOW that no one with half a brain trusts Coil AND that Tattletale still wants him screaming, begging, and (eventually) dead.

I'm pretty sure those two are in cahoots.

Since then I've been told that the phone call was made by Kid Win, as part of an alarmingly successful psychological attack.
"So, I've decided to take the obvious step to deal with the problem and-"

"Stop designing and placing methods to wipe out your colleagues and allies?"

"No, I've figured out how to turn off my psychology."

"...that's not even possible. That's not how that works. That's not how ANY of that works!"

"Tinker."

"...god dammit."

"Why did Cricket visit you after Tagg released her?" Grue asked.
"Well, when a man and a woman meet each other in a pit fight and the man breaks a few of her limbs and then shoots her full of morphine.... You know what? It's a long story and I'll explain it to you when you're older."

"You know the best part. Mayhem didn't even realize that Cricket had been sent to kill him. He thought she was flirting when she cut his throat."
Why... why can't it be BOTH?

I should have shortened certain muscles in her face, she smiled way to much
*snerk* Oh, Adam. She'd just figure out ANOTHER way to piss you off.

Was she trying to make me use her mute button?
*puerile giggle* I KNOW what he means, but... It's such a GREAT euphemism! ("Hey, where's your girlfriend?" "Eh, she's taking a nap. I hit her mute button pretty good right before you guys came over.")

"Isn't he a bit young for her?" Purity said.
Yes, because his age is the dealbreaker for the violent, murder-for-hire, skinheaded psycho.

"No. I can non-invasively manipulate signals in the brain with an implant in the skull, instead of the brain itself, which would prevent any long term effects, aside from the obvious trauma from eventual realization of what the person has been doing."
"I saw this Futurama episode and I thought 'Hey, I have a hammer AND emotion control chips!'...."

I think the main problem we have here is the need for invasive surgery." Skitter said.
"We"? No, that's just you guys. Adam's just fine with it.

Skitter looked disappointed, and I made a mental note not to mention to her that I had an entire tree dedicated purely to Master technology. I hadn't breached it, and hopefully never would, but still, she seemed oddly eager to be able to exchange a broken, evil being for a good one, even if it was through mind control.
...somehow, I feel like that will be relevant and/or come back to bite everyone on the ass. Then again, it's not like Skitter is known for going over the top or being willing to do frankly insane things for her own goals, right? ...right? *nervous laughter*

Neural Augmentation did link into the Master technology tree, but it was in general far less creepy. It was at least supposed to be used to make the brain work better, even if it could be turned to other ends.
"There was an entire branch dedicated to the 'Joy Button', for example. ...it wasn't a small branch, either."

"What we need to realize here, is that this incident sets the tone for how we, as a gang, deal with attacks against us, and violations of our policies." Coil said.
Yes, but... she didn't attack the GANG. She attacked YOU. No one gives a shit about YOU. Well. Maybe Boost. He'd miss making you bark like a dog. But other than THAT....

Coil raised his eyebrows.

"You don't trust me?" He asked
*wild, hysterical laughter* No one with half a brain trusts you, asshole! I mean, even SVETA doesn't trust you! You'd have to be a complete fucking moron with the common sense of a rock to trust you! A rock that even other rocks point at and go "Jesus, that guy's a god damn moron."

...so, Trickster probably trusts you like a brother.

I say we ask questions before Mayhem starts cutting into heads.
Oh, c'mon! Let Adam show you guys what a human brain looks like! Give him a few seconds and that box of paperclips and he'll have Cricket put on a nifty tap-dancing routine!

Still, he had a point. I trusted Coil about as far as… no, wait, nutrient supplements and low end Tinkertech steroids meant I was fairly strong now, I could probably flip Coil a fair distance. Who was the weakest person at the table?
*glances at Tattletale/Skitter/Purity/Genesis/etc.*

I trusted Coil about as far as Regent could throw him.
*laughs* Well, he's not wrong! Hear that, Regent? Adam just ranked you BELOW the chick who just got out of her wheelchair!

"Um, right. I just put Cricket into a sort of healing coma. She's not going to be answering anything for at least forty eight hours." I told everyone.
"Which conveniently gives me plenty of time to make sure she knows what our cover story is! ...shit. I said that out loud, didn't I. And now you're all staring at me. So... who would like some of these yummy and entirely unaltered cupcakes I just happen to have handy? Anyone? A-anyone? ...eat the cupcakes, people. The other options result in your skin melting off, your nerves literally catching fire, your eyes exploding out of your sockets, and dying. IN THAT ORDER."

"So we don't know what's going on, and the key witness is out to it. Coil got spooked because someone found out his civilian ID, so we all got called in, but nothing's going to come of it, and we're all going to talk in circles until Mayhem gets bored and releases a plague that kills everyone except his girlfriend." Regent said.
It's a fair cop!

I stopped paying attention, instead trying to create a new Protocol from scratch. One similar to Mayhem, but without the inherent flaws. One where I was still in control
...this can only end well. </deadpan>

My mind, my consciousness, it was a complex, disorganized thing, build in an incredibly inefficient manner.
Tinkers, everyone! While everyone else is (foolishly) celebrating the complexity and majesty of the human mind, they're just sitting there, going "...who the fuck DESIGNED this mess? Ugh!"

Removing absolutely everything that could otherwise come between me and an objective
Cricket: "It's okay. I don't bother wearing those anyways."

I started to make it anyway.
TINKERS, EVERYONE!

I'd need to test run it a few times, so the code could start upgrading itself, but in theory it should run only on sections of my brain that weren't in use in that instant, basically just giving me good combat reflexes and instincts.
I see "in theory" and "upgrade itself" in there, you dumbass. That means "in theory," Mayhem's probably gonna figure out a way to activate himself with it and cause even MORE havoc.

"Sveta, watch me, would you, if I'm going to do something odd, stop me." I ordered
It's canon! Adam likes people to watch. *eyebrow waggle*

No, wait, I was acutely aware of my clone, when normally I wouldn't be. I guess he was the only thing in the room that the software had flagged as a threat
Well, what else is in the room? Sveta? PLEASE. She'd saw off her own head with a rusty hacksaw if she even THOUGHT it'd make you happier.

"Um, does that count as something odd?" She asked.
*laughs* Okay, I appreciate that Sveta has to ask something like that. Seriously, Adam, what the hell? You're asking SVETA to judge what's odd?

"No it does not, it's a fairly standard test." I told her
Right. I can already tell how THIS ends.

"Sveta? Where are we, why are we here, and what are we doing?"

"Well... we're in a Montanan free love hippy commune, because you said you needed to test your social interaction abilities in extreme outlier situations, and we're... um... well... it's a free love commune! We needed to fit in, so...."

"...and this never struck you as unusual?"

"Well, I asked and you said it was a very standard series of tests."

"Ah."

"Harder." I told her.
*puerile giggle* Next, tell her you've been a bad boy....

"I'm fine. I'm fairly sure that if you really try to hit me, the combat algorithm will kick in, and I will block, dodge, or otherwise do something awesome." I told her.

"OK." She said, taking a gas grenade out of her bag, and pulling the pin.
....holy shit, I love you, Sveta.

Seriously. LOOK AT THAT. She gets some instructions, she immediately starts thinking about how to accomplish them OUTSIDE THE BOX, and goes for it! She obviously believes that trying to attack Adam physically would be pointless, so she instead goes for something non-standard. It's glorious! It actually HELPS HIM, instead of just doing whatever ADAM can imagine to defend against, since it's obvious that he has certain blind spots.

Sveta walked over to the wall where my gas masks were kept.
Because of COURSE he has a wall for gas masks. Why wouldn't he?

Good going H+, Sveta was so harmless she managed to completely get through your defenses.
I *REALLY* hope this is foreshadowing for the inevitable S9 fight.

"So... apparently, Jack Slash was standing here, making one of his 'I'm so evil, blah blah blah' speeches and... well... the girl he'd been holding hostage and then ignored punched him. In the brain. Repeatedly."

(Also, I'm pretty sure I've pondered this before, but... CAN Jack's Shard predict what Sveta can do, considering that her Shard isn't directly involved with her new body? IIRC, that's how he manages to no-sell so many Capes, by having his Shard talk/influence their Shards directly, right? But if Sveta's Shard is telling his 'I'm going to jump on you and strangle you' and instead she sends a volley of micro-missiles at him....)

Glad my fear response was still fairly low, I think that mask would have been rather intimidating straight after unconsciousness, otherwise.
Which is a very understated way of saying "I would have screamed like a little girl and wet myself."

"Well… I've been talking with Tattletale a bit… and I was wondering how you feel about ending all crime in Brockton Bay." Skitter said nervously.
...pick up the phone, because I CALLED IT.

Good news, or just news, depending on how you look at it. I think we're going to have a sixth arc. I was expecting to resolve these sub-plots a little bit quicker.
Whoo!

Great. Now we have two protocols struggling for long term superiority. On top of original Adam personality.
I... I'll ship it.

It doesn't do to make too much fun of the guy who may or may not have the ability to instantly kill everyone with SCIENCE.
Oh, it won't be instantly. It takes a while for the bacteria to eat to anything important.

WAFFBOT THE UNSTOPPABLE.
"HAVE YOU SEEN MY FLUFFY BUNNY? I NEED TO GIVE IT HUGS."

Cricket would be so very disappointed.
Well... that's what road trips are for, obviously.
 
"And she's not my girlfriend!" I added, hitting my head on the table.

***Sveta perks up***

Good going H+, Sveta was so harmless she managed to completely get through your defenses.

Does this surprise anyone? Anyone at all?

Sveta as a character is a pretty large part of what makes this fic awesome for me. Her adorkability is just such a perfect natural counter to Adam's sociopathic efficiency.
 
It looked more like H+ ignored Sveta as a threat because it knew she was acting to prevent possible harm to Adam when she used the gas grenade.
She was acting according to Adam's instructions to either help with tests or incapacitate him should he act strangely.
 
It looked more like H+ ignored Sveta as a threat because it knew she was acting to prevent possible harm to Adam when she used the gas grenade.
She was acting according to Adam's instructions to either help with tests or incapacitate him should he act strangely.
H+ probably ignored Sveta because he designed the body from the ground up and included an off switch. You don't really worry about getting attacked by the thing you can control.
 
H+ probably ignored Sveta because he designed the body from the ground up and included an off switch. You don't really worry about getting attacked by the thing you can control.
H+ ignored Sveta because she is goddamn adorable and I won't be hearing otherwise!

Adam just calls it "harmless" because he wouldn't know adorable if it were following him around and helping him out in his lab.
 
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"All crime in the Bay, huh?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. Skitter was the easiest cape on the team to externally augment, and I guess she was… sort of a friend, if not a close one. I didn't want to lose her.

"There aren't enough of us for that. Sveta, when I lost consciousness earlier, did you catch me?" I asked.

"Um, yes." Sveta said.

"Right, I wasn't going to get hurt, so the Protocol didn't trigger." I said, turning on the H+ Protocol again. I tried a silent activation this time, set for five minutes again. H+ should be a harmless protocol, in theory, so I had decided that I could use a verbal or silent activation code, instead of a mix of both, like I was currently using for Mayhem. It wasn't like the silent activation code was likely to happen, it would be like your arm twitching without any real explanation why. Unlikely to happen unless something startles you.

Good, I still had that unnatural level of awareness of my clone. And Skitter. Still not Sveta. Then again, thinking about it, I don't think I could get Sveta to hurt me if I tried. So there was that.

"There could be enough of us if you made a few more clones." Skitter said.

"My cloning method isn't feasible for that sort of thing." I told her. I was learning. I hadn't spilled Noelle's secrets this time.

"I know that you're trying to fix another Case 53. I was worried about why you had a clone tied down to a table in your lab, and Tattletale told me what she knew. How long do they need between making clones? Are the clones brain-dead? Why do you need to keep that one sedated and restrained?" Skitter asked, a sort of… oddly inquisitive Taylor showing through the bug mask.

"Look. Every clone created has massive brain… extensions. They are rendered permanently and intelligently hostile to all forms of life. I've tested it, they're all very evil. Permanently so." I told her.

Skitter frowned.

"Evil clones?" she asked.

"Yes."

"There's really someone out there whose power is to make evil clones?" She asked again.

"Yes, and she cannot be used as a force multiplier to blanket the city with crime fighting Skitters." I said.

"Even if you master them?" Skitter asked.

Actually… that might be a good idea. I could even do it with my own clone, get another pair of Tinker hands working on things. An almost infinite supply of capes to drown the Slaughterhouse Nine in…

"Something to think about in the future maybe, but I haven't figured out the non-standard neuro-chemistry the clones exhibit well enough to do that yet." I said.

Skitter nodded thoughtfully.

"Help me test this new combat protocol. I think you'll be a better fit than Sveta." I said, changing the subject.

"It's not going to try and kill me or something, is it?" Skitter asked.

"I don't think so."

"That is wonderfully reassuring."

"Look, just throw a punch at me, I can patch you back together if something goes wrong."

Skitter shook her head.

"You're changing the subject. Dancing around what I just said. I want to end crime in the Bay, you say there aren't enough of us. Maybe that's true. Are you willing to start?" She asked me.

There was a context there. Her coming out and saying this stuff so plainly, it meant she knew that certain secrets were already known to me, and to Sveta, who was also watching.

I looked at Skitter, and then my workbench, and walked over to it, grabbing a scalpel and slamming it down between my robotic fingers. I couldn't provide the threat myself, that wasn't going to work, H+ was designed to work along with my own intentions. It simply wasn't designed to alter my deliberate actions, just enhance unconscious reactions to ensure my safety.

"I'm going to have to wake up my clone to test this stupid Protocol." I muttered.

"Mayhem!" Skitter said, an angry buzz in her voice.

"Keep your swarm out of my lab or I'll feed it to my flesh farms." I told her.

She took her mask off and glared at me. I looked away, and started making another lightsabre. They weren't that hard to make anymore, I'd bought a bit more out of the power-source, and they now lasted several minutes before they destroyed themselves. I had two. This would be the third. I really only needed one. Sveta was going to get one, the third would probably be for Grue. He was a melee fighter, with the ability to get up close to dangerous opponents undetected, but who currently lacked the ability to hurt high level brutes.

Eventually the silence needed words, and I supplied them.

"I figured out that you wanted to be a hero slightly after my… recruitment attempt. I had Sveta with me, but she was barely able to move on her own at the time. Tinkers don't do well alone. Purity would have turned on me if she was smart enough to know that she should have turned on me. Circus was probably Coil's agent all along. I was sure you would betray me too, but I hoped I could put it off, maybe win you over to our side. How long has Tattletale known that I knew about you?"

"Since the beginning. The whole… web of lies thing. That's her element." Skitter said.

"She emailed you this conversation? Or texted it to you, or something?" I asked.

"Text messages. She gave me a phone. Why?"

I sighed. Yeah. Figured. I'd underestimated her.

"Plots. Convoluted plots. I can't help but wonder if she asked for that button to be installed, knowing it could be used to put me at ease, thinking I knew what she was planning." I said, my fingers moving quickly on the components of the new device.

The new hand worked well, I was going to upgrade the other one to be its mirror soon, with the splitting fingers, and reinforce my legs.

"That's just paranoia. Tattletale is on our side. She was press ganged by Coil. He literally put a gun to her head, and ordered her to work for him in the Undersiders."

"And you heard this from her?" I asked. The buzzing intensified, and it was my turn to glare. I shook my head. "No, I don't think that she is working against Coil. I made her a bomb when she first came to me. I gave her an innocuous little button to be placed in the hand of whoever was manipulating her, and I gave her a way to detonate it. If Coil was controlling Tattletale, he would be dead."

"Maybe he figured it out? Maybe she doesn't want to be a killer?" Skitter said.

"Maybe she wants to weed all the traitors out at once, with enough evidence that people won't just accuse her of making things up." I said.

Skitter paused, looked worried for a second, and then rallied.

"I don't know. You might be right. Living life that suspicious of people isn't healthy, and it's not a happy way to be, but I'll admit, sometimes people betray you. I still think we should do the right thing here Mayhem. I knew you at school, you stuck your neck out for me against the PRT, why be a villain?"

"Funding. Resources. Lack of restrictions. Can you imagine trying to work with the PRT Skitter? They'd have you out of that costume and into something pink with butterfly wings before you could even open your mouth." I told her.

Taylor clenched her fists.

"Fine then. Not the PRT. We can form our own team. A hero team. One that is effective, without being villainous."

I shook my head again.

"Again. Funding. Resources. Lack of restrictions. Did you know that all hero and rogue Tinkers are required to submit their work for review by the PRT before activation? It's why Toybox went into pocket universes. They don't have to follow the law if they're not technically on American soil. The PRT is still trying to go after them. Why can't you stay with the Grey? Work with us, there are always going to be gangs in the Bay. Help me try and make this one of those gangs that's symbiotic with society, instead of parasitic." I said.

"Were you listening to Coil earlier? Did you miss where he was talking about stuff like selling drugs and organized prostitution as part of our standard revenue streams?" Taylor asked.

"I… wasn't paying much attention at the time, but I knew Coil had plans in those directions. He sent me a memo asking me for certain things. One of them is a shot that will immunize against a wide variety of sexually transmitted diseases. If Coil is forcing prostitution or drugs on anyone, or abusing people, then yes, we and the rest of the Grey join up and we tear him to shreds. That's the core tenant of this group. It's why having this group is better than just sitting back and letting another gang walk into the city, and take control, which they will do if the Grey is removed from power."

"I want this to be very clear Mayhem. You, and I are currently working as enforcers for someone who runs drugs and a big prostitution ring. If my father heard that he would have a heart attack, and my mother would turn in her grave. Tell me, is that what you actually want out of life?"

I groaned.

"Fine. Ignore that the Bay underworld would be more stable with us in charge. Ignore the crimes we could stop simply by being more feared than the Police, PRT and New Wave combined. You, me and maybe Tattletale can't fight the rest of the Grey."

"Yes we can, and you didn't even list Sveta?" Skitter said.

I looked at Sveta. Honestly I'd forgotten she was there. The girl was quietly sitting on a stool, watching us. She was very unobtrusive when she wanted to be.

"Skitter, if you drag her into this I will remove your legs and graft them onto your neck. Sveta is a non-combatant." I warned.

"I could help. I'm not very fast, but I'm not easy to hurt…" Sveta began.

"Non-combatant." I told her firmly.

"Um, yes. All right." She said, backing down.

Taylor rolled her eyes.

"Tattletale was right. You two really can be counted as one unit. Fine, so we're outnumbered. That doesn't matter. You've been in the same room as everyone except Coil, and even then you'd have a lot of his mercenaries infected with whatever the contingency plan is this time. That's basically all you need at this point, isn't it?"

Everyone except Coil? What was that about? I thought he was successfully tagged with a handshake ages ago.

"No. I stayed away from biological weaponry, I have no idea how to work that technology. The handshake thing was chemical, and targeted. Anyone I didn't want to infect, I pretended to be left handed, or socially rude. Just spraying chemicals into the air? That isn't how I do things. It's sloppy, and it would lead to accidental infections or improper dosage." I told her.

It was even the truth. I had tagged the Travelers with the handshake trick, except for Noelle, but I hadn't spent enough time around the rest of the Grey to unobtrusively get the chemical onto their skin.

"So. We still have time. We take out who we can, give what information we have to the PRT, and work on improving, so when the next gang comes, we'll be ready." Skitter said.
 
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Yes dumbass. Tattletale would naturally trigger the bomb immediately, because she is exactly as stupid as you. Oh wait, dumber than you, because even you weren't stupid enough to turn on the Empire five minutes after giving Kaiser a handshake. :rolleyes:
 
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