paradisa | [Text on the journal page.]

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[Text on the journal page.]

[Have the sounds of an agitated AI storage united coming through the journal as the text appears.] Nononono. Not this again. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Castle...

I do not like this. Let me out of here. Why?

(OOC note: The noises would be roughly similar to the ones being made by the Epsilon AI unit in the very beginning of this episode.)

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Wash, what's going on?

[text, with more noises in the background]

I'm on a loss.

[Dammit.] Are you still in your room?

I can't move of my own power. Got Jorge on his way here to check on things. Not comfortable being alone and helpless... But I think I'd be more comfortable with someone from home.

I've got a safe room in my quarters or I can take you to the TARDIS. What would you prefer?

...

Wherever it is, it doesn't matter. As long as I'm safe. I'm an AI...

You'll be kept away from Maine either way. [Firmly.]

... I'm scared. As much as I hate admitting it. It's so empty in here.

I'm helpless. If someone wanted to kill me, it'd take pulling the chip out and snapping it.

Just hang in there, Wash. No one's going to hurt you. [If they do, Carolina will snap them in half.]

Last time this happened...

They used me as a toy.

[Pause.] Who did? [So she can go break them. :| ]

[The unit goes silent as he reflects on what happened. On being forced to play living target until Gamma got bored. On being beaten by Omega. On being tortured by everything turning into that gradually shrinking cell.] They're gone. Doesn't matter.

Wash. [She wants to know just in case they return.]

Meta's AIs.

If you hear any of them at all, notify me immediately. [And she'll snap their chips in half, no matter who she has to go through.]

... Fine.

[Hell no.]

I'll keep an eye out myself.

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