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"...ok." He's still apprehensive but- he follows Wash. Steps through into that impossibly heavy pounding of rain- his clothes slicked to his skin in a heartbeat, the flick of his hair flattened out against his skull. Loud. So goddamn loud he can't hear himself think or breathe and it's like a rumbling in his bones-
He clings to Wash's hand, lost and terrified for the sudden surge of both familiarity and utter alienation.
Wash gasps when they step out into the rain. It immediately soaks him, drenching his clothes, soaking his hair to his scalp and turning it a dirty dark blond. Another loud peal of thunder rumbled overhead, followed by the lightning, and for a moment, he stares upwards, transfixed by what's occuring. It's beautiful. It's amazing!
It's familiar and York would be lost in chasing the why of that were it not for Wash's gasp, his sheer joy in standing in a thunderstorm. Water thudding down on his shoulders like it could crush him but- a hand held tightly in his and that's enough of an anchor. He tips his head back, eyes half closed-
There comes a point when you're so soaked that there's no point even trying to get back into the dry. Might as well enjoy it. It's not so bad out here now. He doesn't feel cold at least. He catches York's movement, squeezes his hand. he's still grinning, exhilarated by what's happening.
"I remember this." Hard to hear over the thunder and rain- but this. Being overwhelmed, being plastered with rain-
He knows this.
AI don't have memories and yet here he is, remembering the smell of ozone or the overwhelming bite of green on the back of his tongue from breathing in. "I know this-"
Wash frowns and squints at him. The water is running down his face, threatening to get in his eyes and he reaches up to scrape it away. It's back a second later. "What do you mean?" He's an AI. he shouldn't remember it. How could he? And it isn't one of Wash's memories. Right?
"Something must have gone wrong. it's probably just... weird memory stuff. You think you remember it but you don't really."
"I feel like I've been here before." Like he's done this. "...must be that dreaming thing, right? I don't actually-"
He can't have. that's impossible. "Just. Making shit up, right? That's a dream."
AI don't dream either. What is this, what's going on- armor shimmers and flickers, glitching in and out of existence around him, helmet replacing his face as he tries to remember why this face, why these eyes-
He opens his mouth to reply, but that isn't it, is it? He can't dream. he's an AI. Maybe he could see Wash's dreams, but he doesn't dream of this. He knows what his dreams are like. "Dreams usually draw on life."
That's how they work right? It's your brain trying to sort things out, even if they seem surreal, they're drawn from life.
He stares as York seems to Glitch, and squeezes his hand a little tighter. The rain is still coming down, and another peal of thunder rocks the sky.
"I dont' dream. I don't know this, I don't-" Remember, but he does. In the distance there's a splash of color, a figure that moves. Red over teal and he knows that why does he know that, he knows Carolina of course he knows her she's number one-
"This ends badly." What this is- he can't remember. But there feels like a pinch or something in his shoulder and that- no. Not doing this again, he doesn't know what THIS is but once was enough. He starts walking back to the house but he can't find it with all the rain but it doesn't matter. All that matters is getting away. As far away as possible.
"What ends badly?" Wash asks, glancing back over his shoulder at the advancing figure. The rain doesn't feel so good now. It's getting darker, the lightning flashes closer, and he can't see the house. "York! What's going on?"
"This fight-" They fought. They spoke, they fought- he'd fallen. Been shot? He's never seen her on his own though and yet-
How does he know her. how does he know this? They aren't anything to one another, he's an AI. He's Wash's AI, he is meant to protect wash but why can't he remember-
"What fight?" Wash asks. There's a flicker of aqua coloured armour out of the corner of his eye, and he wants to turn to look but York is practically dragging him by now.
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He clings to Wash's hand, lost and terrified for the sudden surge of both familiarity and utter alienation.
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And then he laughs, overtaken by it all.
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And breathes.
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He knows this.
AI don't have memories and yet here he is, remembering the smell of ozone or the overwhelming bite of green on the back of his tongue from breathing in. "I know this-"
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"Something must have gone wrong. it's probably just... weird memory stuff. You think you remember it but you don't really."
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He can't have. that's impossible. "Just. Making shit up, right? That's a dream."
AI don't dream either. What is this, what's going on- armor shimmers and flickers, glitching in and out of existence around him, helmet replacing his face as he tries to remember why this face, why these eyes-
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That's how they work right? It's your brain trying to sort things out, even if they seem surreal, they're drawn from life.
He stares as York seems to Glitch, and squeezes his hand a little tighter. The rain is still coming down, and another peal of thunder rocks the sky.
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Right? Right.
This-
"We need to go inside."
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"Wait, is that-"
But York has his hand is telling him to move. "Why?"
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How does he know her. how does he know this? They aren't anything to one another, he's an AI. He's Wash's AI, he is meant to protect wash but why can't he remember-
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