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Desmond lives on as a digital construct within the Grand Temple
(Anonymous) 2012-11-05 01:15 am (UTC)(link)So - Desmond living as a digital hologram, confined within the Grand Temple. Do William and the others come back to find him? Does he search within the abandoned Animus and reconstruct Clay? Can he communicate through the Pieces of Eden like Juno did? Or maybe he's just alone and remorseful...
Re: Desmond lives on as a digital construct within the Grand Temple
(Anonymous) 2012-11-05 05:22 am (UTC)(link)Re: Desmond lives on as a digital construct within the Grand Temple
(Anonymous) 2012-12-03 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)Now a WIP
(Anonymous) 2012-12-14 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)Initialize - Part I
(Anonymous) 2012-12-15 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)The first thought that occurred to him was that Juno was a lying bitch. That Eye thing? It had hurt like a sonofabitch, but no one was expecting him to come back and complain afterwards, right?
Yeah, Desmond wasn't so sure about that anymore.
Was he dead? Well, that was hard to say right now...he had nothing to compare his current state with. Which was just that. Nothing. A metric ton of nothing. It reminded him of when Juno had controlled him before his coma phase, but this was all-encompassing. No sensation, no external stimuli, just him and his thoughts.
The Nothing got pretty claustrophobic after that.
Once he'd settled after a wave of panic, he decided to test his limits. He tried to move imaginary limbs. The sensation of a mental wall smacked him. He tried bringing up memories, but got nothing more than impressions of senses. It was like his mind was in a tiny black box, that may or may not have a way out.
Eventually, after trying every possible thought combination, he found something that let him out.
And if he had a voice, he would have screamed.
This was infinitely worse than the Apple possession. He had access to everything, everything and there were no filters, so it all attacked him at once. He tried to find his way into the black box again, but it was like he was in some sort of freaky lobster trap, impossible to go back the way you came in.
And that's when things got seriously weird.
Because in the swirling matrix of data there appeared every single lobster and lobster trap he had ever seen in his entire life (admittedly not very many) along with every sound and scent associated with them. Every aspect of his memory was crystal clear, and meticulously organized. It was stunning. Yeah, creepy, weird and overwhelming, but still incredible.
He banished the lobsters with a thought. He wondered if this place worked like the Apple did, and a million threads of information attached themselves to him and he knew instantly. This was the same circuitry that had housed Juno, and she had used a secret path of programming in conjunction with the Apple to switch their places.
Now he was the mind trapped in the machine.
Re: Initialize - Part I
(Anonymous) 2012-12-16 12:52 am (UTC)(link)Re: Initialize - Part I
(Anonymous) 2013-03-10 07:05 am (UTC)(link)Initialize - Part II
(Anonymous) 2013-05-24 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)The world had stumbled to its knees before William returned to the Black Hills. Not alone mind, but with Rebecca unconscious with pain and Shaun dead on his feet with exhaustion he was likely the only one who desperately didn't want to go back to the Temple.
Not that they really had a choice in the matter. One by one they ran out of safe houses and hideouts as Juno and her slaves hounded them across the globe. The Temple was such an obvious choice (and such a desperate gambit) that the Assassins prayed it would throw the goddess off their scent for a while.
The doors were still opened from their last visit, and some of the extension cords were still in place. Set up should be a helluva lot faster this time. The place is damp from the rain water that pooled in during their absence and William has to fend off a couple of disgruntled raccoons, but everyone sleeps for hours once their head hits the ground.
He and Shaun are stuck with the heavy lifting while Rebecca surveys them, nursing a nasty concussion and a few broken bones. They still have the Animus, their ace in the hole, and as soon as they get power up and running again William launches himself into the chair. Shaun looks like he wants to argue but the Master Assassin shoots him a hard glare and his vision fades to white.
"He's going to bloody kill himself at this rate," Shaun mumbles as his computer boots up. "I mean we don't have a bloody clue what we're looking for..."
"Shaun," Rebecca sighs and turns away from the Animus loading screen to fix him a tired stare. "We've lost everything. Lucy, Desmond, the other Assassins." She turns back to her Baby with a sniff and Shaun pretends he didn't see how shiny her eyes were. "We owe it to them to try."
They work together in silence while William works on increasing his synchronization.
"I miss them too." Shaun refreshes his inbox for the fourth time in ten minutes, praying for some form of communication from the outside world. He's about to open a new tab for research when he sees that the envelope icon is highlighted.
1 new message(s)
Subject: 01001000 01000101 01001100 01001100 01001111 00111111
"Rebecca!" He opens the message with shaking hands. "You'd better come see this."
Re: Initialize - Part II
(Anonymous) 2013-05-25 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Desmond lives on as a digital construct within the Grand Temple
(Anonymous) 2013-04-29 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)This prompt is amazing. I think I'll take it and run with it - and update when I can.