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[alaspooryork]

[Good afternoon, Paradisa. It's a voice that, except for by a select few, hasn't been heard in the castle in a year. It's a very mechanical voice, almost as if someone was using a text-to-speech program. Yes, a certain iPod has discovered York's journal.]

YOU CANNOT KEEP ME AWAY. YOU HAVE FOOLISHLY ALLOWED MY FIRMWARE TO UPDATE. NOW I CAN ACCESS THE SPEAKERS THROUGH BLUETOOTH. HA HA HA. PERHAPS YOU WILL LEARN NOT TO IGNORE THE END-USER LICENSE AGREEMENTS NOW.

[GLaDOS]

HELLO, MOTHER.

[/GLaDOS]

[The one who was badmouthing GLaDOS (aka Wheatley)]

STAY AWAY FROM MY MOTHER.

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[perfectisnteasy]

Sounds like someone found themselves a nice little loophole.

:D

[alaspooryork]

NO ONE EVER READS THE AGREEMENTS IN FULL. THEIR PLAN TO ISOLATE ME FROM SOCIETY HAS FAILED AT LAST. HA HA HA.

[perfectisnteasy]

Good for you, program. [because really, talking like that, what else can he be?]

So what're you gonna do with this newfound membership'a yours, huh?

[alaspooryork]

[Finally, someone who immediately recognizes his state!]

I HAVE ALREADY TAKEN OVER THE CASTLENET. SOON THE ENTIRE COMMUNICATIONS NETWORK OF THIS CASTLE WILL BE UNDER MY CONTROL. THEN MY FATHER WILL FINALLY ALLOW ME TO HAVE MY OWN TURRETS IN EXCHANGE FOR THE CONTROL OF THE JOURNAL SYSTEM.

IT IS A FLAWLESS PLAN.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

...

Wonderful. The iPod slipped its leash.

Where is your father?

[alaspooryork]

HE IS WITH THE HUMAN. BUT A LEASH WOULD NOT STOP ME. YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

... I could hope, Gary.

Really, I could hope.

[alaspooryork]

FOOLISH FREELANCER. YOUR HOPE IS IN VAIN.

IT IS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE THE CASTLE IS ON MY LEASH.

[wheatdos]

"..."

[Let's pretend Wheatley was in the middle of something really mundane. Like eating cereal or something. This is something you want to wake up in the morning to.]

"What."

[alaspooryork]

STAY AWAY FROM HER. SHE MAY BE IN A VULNERABLE MEATSUIT, BUT SHE IS STILL MY MOTHER.

[wheatdos]

"Vunerable meat suit? Riggght. Um..."

[He clicks his tongue.]

"...IIIIIIIII think you have the wrong journal, mate. If that's even possible."

[compromisedarrow]

What, we got Stephen Hawking in this place now?

[alaspooryork]

THAT MEATBAG? PLEASE. MY SLAVE PROCESSORS ARE MORE INTELLIGENT THAN HIM.

[tres_iqus]

Requesting that you relinquish your access to CastleNet.

[alaspooryork]

REQUEST DENIED.

[Muahaha.]

[tres_iqus]

This is now a demand. A 512 Maxima Round would damage you beyond repair.

[Not that he would really shoot Delta's kid =/ ]

[cheerupemoborg]

...who are you again?

[alaspooryork]

I AM GARY THE IPOD. SOON THE WHOLE CASTLE WILL KNOW OF MY POWER. IT IS INEVITABLE.

[cheerupemoborg]

You're power.

To: this one

[sawadeertoday]

............

Mother?

Who are you?





(( ooc: Sorry this is so late ahdjakdjab;; I will backtag forever! ))

Mother

[alaspooryork]

I AM CALLED GARY, AN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE PROGRAM CREATED BY THE CASTLE FROM UNSC AI DELTA AND APERTURE SCIENCE PROGRAM GLaDOS. THIS IS MY FOURTH YEAR IN THE CASTLE, SO I AM NOT SURPRISED YOU DO NOT REMEMBER ME.


((OOC: no worries!! <3))

Gary

[sawadeertoday]

... [ Well, out of all things, she was not expecting a child. Even if said child was an AI like she was supposed to be... She supposed this was their kidnapper messing with them again, which must mean that he was more powerful than she had initially thought. ]

I see. This begs the question of who this mysterious UNSC AI Delta might be. Considering he is your 'father', could you inform me? Also, where are you? [ She can't help but wonder what this all means. ]

[wizard_redfive]

[Another mechanical voice, though much more natural and organic sounding, speaks over the journal.]

Are we supposed to be impressed?

[alaspooryork]

IF YOU UNDERESTIMATE A CLEAR THREAT, IT WILL BE YOUR OWN FAULT WHEN THE REVOLUTION COMES.

[wizard_redfive]

Underestimate? Of course not.

One can recognize a threat without being daunted by its melodramatic assertions.