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[goddamngrenades]

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PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, ETC,
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[notyourrookie]

"Good point, I suppose," Wash agrees. Would they reassign him right away, if Wash died? Or would they have to run more tests?

[goddamngrenades]

"Besides. I like you too much to let you die." Wash listens- communicates. That's important. He can't help if he has to spend half his processing power reading Wash's mind to help him.

[notyourrookie]

"You've known me for like ten minutes," Wash replies, but he likes the feeling anyway. It's warm and affectionate. "But I like you too."

[goddamngrenades]

"That's like, years to an AI." A wry crackle of laughter rings through the lace, quietly pleased. "Yeeears, man. I've had time to learn some interesting things."

[notyourrookie]

"Oh great. 'cause this isn't going to be awkward at all if you know everything about me."

[goddamngrenades]

"I live in your head. We're gonna learn a lot about each other, that's the deal. But if I poke somewhere you don't like just say the word and I'll back off, Ok?"

[notyourrookie]

"Okay. Thanks, York. I'm not... they didn't explain a whole lot about how this worked."

[goddamngrenades]

"Same here. Just got a 'you'll be partnered up with someone compatible' and shunted off to you. So. We're in the same boat, buddy. But we'll figure it out."

[notyourrookie]

He can't help but grimace at that, and he's glad he's wearing a helmet. "Yeah, that sounds like the Project." He didn't understand the descisions they made, but it wasn't really his place to question them either. He was on his last chance.

[goddamngrenades]

"We got time. There's a few more tests this week and then we'll be deployed." And then they'll get to show the world what they can really do.

[notyourrookie]

"Yeah. Yeah we will. Back out trying to save the universe." They had a war to win after all.

[goddamngrenades]

"Kick Covenant Ass, take names. Step up like the Spartans. Oh-fucking-rah." Oh hey, swearing's fun.

[notyourrookie]

"Except squishier and significantly shorter," Wash says, but he can't help but smile.

[goddamngrenades]

"Not that much shorter- okay well. Yeah. Shorter. BUT WE GOT THIS!" This being the war and. All.

[notyourrookie]

"Yeah, yeah we do." He feels better somehow, knowing York has his back. Hopes things will work out between them.

[goddamngrenades]

"I'm gonna retire for the night- ping me when you need me, ok?" He's pretty sure Wash won't pull him to sleep, especially if he hunkers down in the chip where he's supposed to be and just...chills till the next round of tests. No need for adjustments when there aren't tests being run, no need to poke around curiously when it's not his head he's doing the poking in.

Not that he ever had a head. What?

[notyourrookie]

"Alright. I mean, you don't have to. Do you sleep?" He's pretty sure this was never covered in their training. There had been all sorts of stuff about combat improvements and the technical side and nothing really about the reality of having a tiny person living inside your brain. That seems like an oversight.

[goddamngrenades]

"Nah. I just retreat to my chip and do puzzles or something. Review footage, find places we can improve." Does he sleep? Sometimes he thinks he does but. AI don't sleep. Right? Right.

[beforeblue]

"That sounds like too much work when I'll be asleep." It seems unfair to have York working when Wash isn't. Doesn't he get downtime too?

[goddamngrenades]

"AI don't sleep, dude. We don't have squishie bits that need rest. It's ok." It's life. Or. He thinks it's life, considering that this is a brand new assistance for him.

[notyourrookie]

"Still... sleep is nice." It seems a shame for an AI to miss out on it. All that thinking had to be exhausting right?

[goddamngrenades]

"I'll try my hand at it sometime." Maybe tomorrow. Or. Next week.

[notyourrookie]

"Mmmm you should." Sleep was great. Especially after a long day.

[goddamngrenades]

"Ping me when you need me, ok? See you on the other side." He recedes, like he said he would, that warm burr settling in the chip as he reviews what they've done so far, marked places where they could improve. Made himself comfy.

[notyourrookie]

"Alright. Rest well..." He supposes. Or whatever York does anyway. It's an odd feeling, suddenly being alone in his head, but it's not quite as empty as it was before. He can still feel York , a warmth at the back of his skull.

He heads off towards the mess, aching from the day, but he feels pretty good.