London 2056 - A CyberPunk RP [Game thread - Started]

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London 2056 | The Underground | Rabbit's Run Augmentations and Medical Supplies
Determined Fate
Doctor Mercy Rabbit​

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The former CyCorp Researcher sat down at her desk and leaned back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling. The augmented machine made a rather insightful comment. The kind Doctor Rabbit had prepared a list of requests that she wanted lay out for Viscus but knowing that he was "reluctant" to assist her, especially when it came to going against his former(?) employers. The truth was that Viscus had the potential to be a key component for a major breakthrough in the world of cybernetics and as much as Mercy wanted to be on the ground floor of this breakthrough, ignoring her compassion for people had already cost her much.

"Nothing... much." The Former CyCorp Employee started to say as she revised her list, "I'll help you but if you leave, you can never tell CyCorp that you met me and you have to forget about this location and anything in it."

She waited for a heart beat or two, allowing Viscus to analyse her vocal patterns. The battery that she'd attached to the formerly whole robotic assassin was almost empty and she needed his agreement before she attached him to a more permanent source. There was a body in the other room that her current A.I., Isabella had used to build the Augmentation lab. With a little work, it could have been retrofitted for Viscus' use. It wasn't going to be as battle ready as the power armor he faced but he'd have some defensive capabilities that would allow him to protect himself once CyCorp discovered that he was still operational.

That brought another issue. If Viscus was going to be chased by CyCorp, she might as well have something that would allow her to advance her research into Artificial Intelligence and personality transfers.

"Also..." She added hesitantly, "I want a copy of your complete program source."

With that said, the Former CyCorp associate leaned forward and pushed a button under her desk, activating a set of motors that lowered a portion of a heavy brick wall into the ground, revealing a fully stocked laboratory. A bipedal utility drone stood in the corner of the lab, looking like some sort of enforcer. The tools in the Doctor's lab appeared rudimentary and in some instances, cobbled together from various parts but the necessary tools for the installation of Viscus' head were located within. Interestingly enough, there were quite a number of Augmentations that appeared to have designs based on the blueprints that were on Mercy's media screen.

"What do you say, Viscus? Will you agree to my terms?"

 

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London 2056 | The Underground | Rabbit's Run Augmentations and Medical Supplies
Make me an offer I can't refuse
Viscus​

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"Also... I want a copy of your complete program source."

Almost instantly, Viscus began to chug as his cycles went into a flurry of activity, while it might have been less of a big deal from her point of view, for the AI, she was asking for him to just give her a copy of his entire brain.
This had countless possible effects on his odds of survival, almost overloading him as he tried to consider every possible outcome:

>Would this "New" Viscus attempt to seize control of his (Soon to be) body or betray them to CyCorp?
>Would her research possibly lead to more effective ways of controlling such AIs and greatly limit him in the future?
>Would she just "Kill" him once he handed over that data?
>Would there be some kind of unknown "DRM" that would damage his programming if it was copied?
>Would he even be able to do something like that? While he had made backups before, they were more akin to "System States" then a total replication of his source code.
>Would she keep her word and not try something underhanded?
>Most importantly, would CyCorp see this as a breech of contract and attempt to "Terminate" him for his betrayal?

The AI was silent for several minutes as he tried to figure out every odd, every even, every possible permutation of events that could lead to his demise, stopping only when the power supply he was hooked up began to finally run out.
And thus, once again, Viscus was forced to leave his fate in the hands of another, all while calculating his odds of making it out in a functional state to an average of 0.00034%.

[...I accept these terms. Attach this unit to a new power supply and I will transmit a copy of my source programming to a storage device of your choosing...]

And just like that, he was committed now, his masters would no longer help him after he was done with this, the best he could hope for was to merely try to escape the city once this "Deal" was over.
Processes of what one would call resentment and fear began to proc inside his CPU but it was the only chance he had to ensuring his continued survival...