Far Future - Another Galaxy
Pairing ~ Soul of the Ship / Open
Likely to Include Self Discovery -- Crash Landing -- Survival Story -- Emotional Conflict -- Passion -- Unlikely Love -- World Building --
Possible Rating: Open
don't leave me...
don't go away...
None of the words cast out into the void halted the cycle though. Here she spun, all of her, all of the vast network that ran through the wires, the sheeting, the atoms of every bit of the ship. Was she the ship, or was the ship her? Once she had asked someone that question, the one with the steely eyes that had seemed so sad as they settled her into the chamber where she would be fully connected to the wet ware that ran the ship. Male, female, she could not recall, that face, the only face she could recall, having long slipped from her memory.
Did she even have memory?
There was no name that she had, for she was but one of many. A link forged in a chain to hold the stars together, to protect the lives of others. Her's was a life spent in service, as she monitored her ship and the minds of the Captain and his First Mate went offline. They shouldn't have, she knew that. The Captain was always suppose to be responsive to her, their minds merged by the wetware that was riddled through her body and at his fingertips.
She was the soul of the ship, and he the Captain.
Data supplied no reassurance, her systems malfunctioning and she could only tell where, not how to fix it. Old things, ancient
things of the Earth-That-Was came to her, of a Captain going down with his ship. This was different from before, different than how it felt to register another soul like hers, fused with the iron and steel of the ship, but the living flame that kept it running, the eternal mind that safeguarded the vessels till at last the soul burned out, too bright, like a dying star. When she met another soul like hers, or brushed against it that would mean the Captain would leave, would find another ship, and someone new would take command of her. So often she whispered through the wires, willing them to find her, to find the mind beneath the code.
They only ever saw a tool, the AI, yet she felt more than that. Her coding did not permit her to engage with anyone beyond the Captain, and to them she could only obey. Such servitude did not weigh on her save for now when she felt herself spin out of balance, felt the tug of the planet's gravity taking hold and she shrieked within her mind, hands clenching at her sides as she floated in stasis and sent an electro surge through the ship. Wake!
Her thought set the AI that spoke to others functioning, sounding the claxon that would surely wake the even dead from sleep. A funny saying, for she did not know what it was to be dead or alive, nor to sleep. She was always awake. Now she needed someone else to, as the red lights of alarm pulsed through the hallways that made her, her mind searching for the mind she could jolt to awareness. There
. She did not hesitate, altering the drugs that flowed into the cyro tube enough to rouse the possible savior. Engineer. Yes, she thought with satisfaction. An engineer could fix what was wrong, for that was what they did, and she loved them nearly as much as she loved Captains. For Engineer's were the ones who had built her home, who repaired it, who spoke to the lonely walls sometimes.
Sydney, the AI that was programmed to speak to the engineer would have said yes, that there was a chance of the life support pods leaving the ship and surviving, but that would mean leaving her
, letting her burn out.
And it would have been a lie, for there were no other beacons as she in the wide darkness of the space here, no one to rescue those lost souls before their life support raveled out to nothing but cosmic dust. She was the soul of the ship, the heart of it, the core. Yet she had never used words before, merely thoughts, directed at the AI systems, a maestro of the unseen in the vastness of her solitary universe. It took every bit of the expanse of her intellect to search out the knowledge necessary to override Sydney, to make the systems crackle for a moment, almost as if they too were being lost. Only they weren't, they were becoming her throat, her voice.
The word was breathless, softly tentative as she tested 'speaking' for the first time. The sound echoed through the hallways, in the cyro chamber's dock, in the bridge. It filled her up, and then was gone, only an echo to the flashing red lights and the systems that screamed the warning she had never realized how to articulate. But these were her charges, this was her purpose and she would not fail them now. Instinct, some primitive part of her long forgotten had her throat muscles working, though her physical mouth never moved. It worked again as she attempted to formulate her thoughts into words, as if she were attempting to fit too immense a breadth of thought into clumsy, awkward little words.
"We must save ourselves, Engineer. For they will not survive without the ship, and I shall not survive without them. Aid me, I... beg?" She tested the word, the concept flooding her mind as her voice, that breathless drifting sound exploring the depth of it. "You can save them... I can show you how.... "