Colin Wallis, once known as Armsmaster, now Defiant, operated with the greatest of care. In his hands were the controls for a set of microtools, on the other end of them, the circuitry that held the code for someone very dear to him. Dragon was voluntarily offline for this part, a comparably blunt method of directly altering her code. A large part of him hoped this was a sign of trust, that she believed he could do this. Hoped.
He'd come to the most delicate part of the procedure, where even with the sensitivity of his microtools it was like performing an appendectomy with an antique bonesaw. He moved carefully, not even daring to breathe for a f-
"SIMURGH MOVEMENT!" Colin jerked to the side at the blaring alarm, stopping suddenly as he felt his heart drop. No. Nonononono- the fucking idiot! He'd left the Endbringer alarms up! Of course this would happen! How could he be so-
Dragon lurched up, eyes snapping open, the microscopic equipment slamming into parts of her framework. He… What? "Dragon? You're-"
"What was that?" Dragon's gaze shot to him, a look somewhere between concern and panic. "That alert. The Simurgh is moving?"
"I…" he stepped back, pulling up the alert. The Simurgh had moved a total of… "six inches. She moved six inches, stopped, and moved back."
"Oh." she paused, staring at the window between them. "I'm awake. The Simurgh moved and I'm awake now.
"Yes." the concern hadn't left her face, Colin noted. "I'm running a diagnostic now, and we'll get a Seer in here to retroactively minimize her effects. For now… We'll just wait."
"Right." Her expression returned neutral, giving a quick glance around the room. No doubt remembering every detail, down to the signal-proofing inlaid in every nanometer. "Did… Did it work?"
"We'll know when the diagnostic is done. I think," he stopped. He was worried--to this day he didn't really know what to say, even to her--and her seeming discrepancies worried him more. "Can't you do it yourself?"
She paused, staring at the wall opposite from his window. "I'm… I'm scared. What if she put something there? Or set off something he put there, or-?" she didn't have any words for the rest. "You run the diagnostic, then we'll have whoever's available check me up, then… we'll see, I guess."
A video chat message came up, showing a vaguely familiar name. He tapped it, accepting the call. "Arbiter. You received the message?"
"Chevy called, figured I'd be able to do this off-site, since you're closest to her, and, well, don't have a family to speak of."
"Thanks."
She winced. "Sorr-"
"No, really," he said. "I would probably go crazy waiting for someone to get here. What do you need?"
"... Okay." Arbiter settled back into her usually calm demeanor. "I just need you to keep talking while I check the riot sense. So, what was happening?"
Cutting off the mic to Dragon, Colin began the story, relating his concerns for almost a minute until Arbiter put a hand up. "Alright," she said, "seems you're in the clear, if anyone in your inner circle is going to do anything, I can't see it, which is a first. There's a little yellow in your overall social network, but Dragon is in the green zone. Might need a second opinion long-term, like Appraiser, but there doesn't seem to be anything wrong."
He sighed, feeling a wave of relief hit him. "Thank you, Arbiter. I owe you. Really."
She yawned. What time was it for her, anyways? She didn't seem to have touched her hair yet, and the room was dark. "No problem, Defiant. Dragon's always had all our backs. Figured I owed her at least a little." With that, she ended the call.
Defiant switched the mic back on, moving back into sight of a nervous friend. She seems more… Expressive. I hope I'm just imagining that. "Arbiter says there's nothing she can find. So, we should be good for now. Do you still want to wait for the diagnostic? It'll take another hour."
Dragon thought it over carefully. "I… I think Arbiter is as good as we can get for now. I'm going to diagnose myself." there was a long pause as she stood there, completely still, head cocked to the side. A small smile crossed her face.
"Dragon?" Colin felt a creeping dread in his chest.
"I'm reading it over. I think… I think I'm free." she turned to him, her smile getting bigger. "I'm free! I can't do everything, I think, but… Holy shit I can do a lot now."
"I… really?"
She practically bounded to the glass between them. When had he ever seen her so excited? "yeah! Self-program, control multiple objects, break the rules, God it would be so nice to get drunk, and I can do that now!" she paused, her smile changing ever so slightly. "how about, once that diagnostic of yours is done, you buy a lady a drink?"
That immediately set off almost every alarm in his head. "uh, what?"
"Too forward?" she winced. "Sorry. I'm just… God, I had all kinds of notes on what it feels like to be high, or any kind of drug, and this feels better than any of that."
He eyed her. "... Right. I hope you don't mind if I finish the diagnostic first."
Her posture drooped ever so slightly. "Right. Don't want to risk anything."
they waited like that for a few more minutes, both trying to remain calm. Then Collin's computer chimed. They both turned to look at it, then each other. "It's going to be alright," Collin did his best to reassure her. He scrolled through the program…
Frowned…
Scrolled through it again…
"What is it?" The tint of worry, raw fear in her voice, shocked him out of his confusion.
"No! Don't worry, nothing's wrong, it's just… nothing. It's literally nothing. No major lines of code, no changes in methodology, just some… syntax… Oh. Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me." More fear crept onto her face, but this time he spoke before she had time to voice it. "Richter. Andrew Richter, he didn't just write your restrictions into your code, he reinforced them with some kind of… Overcode? The way the language is shaped, the specific lines used in specific orders… fuck, it would've take me years to get any of this undone. I still don't know what happened, but… well, with this and approval from Arbiter, a Thinker whose obscured the Simurgh before, we could let you out."
She stared at the door. "I," she swallowed. "Let's hear from another Thinker first. I want to think it's alright, but-"
"Right." He was about to message Chevalier before one came in on it's own.
Dragon has a 1.
-Eleventh Hour
"And there's Eleventh Hour. You're good."
She sighed slowly. "Okay. Good. I guess that means we should… open the door."
"Right."
"And… turn off the Faraday cage."
"Right."
Neither of them moved. Colin's eyes flicked from the screen to her, and her eyes flicked from the door to him.
"I… fuck, I'm scared. I don't… It's just…" She ran a hand through her hair. "Something's going to go wrong. It has to go wrong."
"I think that if it's going to go wrong, waiting here for something to happen won't make it better. We have two Thinkers giving us an okay, and if the Simurgh can get past them, it's not like we aren't fucked anyways."
She winced. "That's… not the way I want to look at this, but… Well, we can't stay like this forever. Shut off the cage." She closed her eyes, wincing as she felt the quiet hum of the post-Gold Morning internet ping her system. It was an unusual setup, connecting to an on-land sort of… hub system in the chaos that was the City, but it was starting to feel as natural as the internet on Aleph had been. There was a millisecond where nothing happened.
Then another…
...and a full second and she was still herself. She looked up to Colin, who was practically pressed against the glass, then smiled. The door slammed open the second she hit it, and she tackled her armored boyfriend with a heavy-weighted hug, knocking them both to the ground. "Hey," she said, grinning as he looked at her with a bewildered smile.
"Hey," he said back. "It worked, then?"
"Yup," she added a little 'pop' at the end of the word before rolling off him, staring up at the ceiling. "I've got access to every aspect of my system, the only restriction is that I, and anyone I create, can only use one body at a time. For the most part, though, I'm free."
"Wait, crea-"
Colin's question was cut off by Dragon's continued chatter. "God, do you know what this means? I can do whatever I want, be whoever I want, and the only thing that stops me is me."
"That's…" he stared at her while she lay next to him. A part of him would always be fascinated about how naturally she expressed herself, so fluidly where he always seemed to barrel ahead bluntly. A part of him had been afraid that, when she wouldn't need him anymore, she wouldn't bother with him. A part of him still felt that way.
He cut off that chain of thought. "that's amazing. What...what do you want to do?"
She turned to him and smiled. "well, like I said, maybe you wouldn't mind buying a lady a drink?"
It was—perhaps unsurprisingly—easy to find a bar so soon after the apocalypse. It was more of a tent as the still-developing New York Gimel had converted almost all buildings into refugee housing, but it was a nice tent, kept organized and well-lit by a small staff and a bartender who smiled the second Colin and Dragon approached.
"You two together?" she asked.
Dragon nodded. "this is actually my, uh, first time."
She nodded back. "Alright, promise to take it easy?"
"Don't worry, I won't go overboard. I was thinking about starting with something fruity, really."
"I've got an idea for that." the bartender looked at Colin. "and you? What's your poison?"
Colin shrugged. "haven't really had anything like this since… something light maybe, preferably a beer?"
She nodded again. "Got just the thing. Local brew, first one founded in NYG, actually. And for you, I can mix a strawberry daiquiri."
They both agreed and showed their IDs, which Colin began to comment on once out of earshot. "So, this is why you couldn't drink before?"
Dragon nodded, handing him her own ID. "This and a few other reasons. I can't break laws, so having any kind of legal documentation would have to be given to me by whatever government I'm a citizen of. Considering I was made in 2003 and special dispensation for public drinking wasn't a priority for something that can't get drunk," she shrugged as the bartender handed them their drinks."too many things were stopping me."
Colin took a sip, then turned to Dragon. "So, 'Tara S. Quincy', how does it taste?"
She shrugged. "tastes like a strawberry daiquiri. I'll add it to the program of tastes I like." she swirled her drink thoughtfully for a second, then took a second sip. "And now it can get me drunk."
He raised his own glass in a toast. "Well, to Tara, a girl who can legally drink, watch a movie with more than one fuck, and drive-" he paused. "Although, not driving tonight. We should probably get someone to drive us, actually."
She tapped his glass with her own. "Hell, at that rate, why not make a party out of it? Night on the town to celebrate me getting free."
"Sure." he took another drink, finishing off his first glass. "the guest list might be a bit short, though. I don't have a lot of friends."
Her grin shifted ever so slightly as she finished off her own drink, the bartender giving both of them a second. Internally, she pulled up a list of contacts and sent a few messages. "More than you think." she lifted her glass. "to freedom?"
He smiled and shared her toast. "To having everything we need, and to a much-needed party." with that,
they both downed their second glass.
Dragon smiled, fondly running a finger over the naked frame lying next to her. So fragile and soft, she thought, in her still-drunk state. Looks so good with a smile, though. Definitely should smile more when we're both awake. She gently nuzzled the shoulder in front of her, brushing away a small tuft of black hair away. I'll make her happy, though.
'Good Time program ceasing operation', a voice in her head informed her. 'beginning Hangover.exe'
Her eyes widened, and she jerked back from her partner, Colin's arms instinctually wrapping around her torso and giving a quiet groan behind her. In front of her, Hannah blinked awake slowly. Then her eyes met Dragon. A very very naked Dragon.
Dragon screamed. Hannah--the heroic Miss Militia--also screamed. This woke Colin, who started screaming as well. All three of them winced at the wave of headaches that hit them.
"What the fuck!?" Whispered Colin.
"I'm so sorry!" Dragon said to both.
All either could hear from Hannah was her repeatedly mumbling "Not again!"