come_sailaway | Murderbot Memshare Time [MARCH]

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Murderbot Memshare Time [MARCH]

Starters will be in the comments; please pay attention to the number of people for each prompt, as I don't want to overwhelm myself.

For the sake of ease, those entering memories will be assumed to not be noticed until they choose to take significant action in a memory. If, for example, in the kitchen memory, if someone wanted to clean up the mugs and meal packets or read over Ratthi's shoulder, they won't be noticed, but if they decide to stab Mensah, that'll be a notable alteration to the memory, and people are going to freak out.

Full crew depiction here, for visual reference, thanks to

tenowls

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"I am not your buddy." And then there's a tiny, subtle flinch, as the governor module punishes it for speaking out of turn. It steps back into its place, goes back to being furniture instead of a person.

"That's some heavy weaponry for a party, Ms. Eier. Review season been unkind lately?" Erin raises an eyebrow from under her blindfold, still not quite sure what to make of Security's reaction, but either way feeding its role right now can't hurt.

"Review season nothing, after the studio worker strike was ended, Glencoe was nearly killed by someone sending him poisoned scotch."

Glencoe, here, is Glencoe Rodham, who plays the bodyguard on SancMoon. And Erin's heard about this incident in passing before from Security. But the funny thing is, she can remember it happened about three years before Security's memory purge. It's read about this on the feed, but wasn't around for it in real time. Or rather, it doesn't have the memories of it.

This is very much in the past, when the governor module was active.

(Do we remember anything about this party?)

Uhhh...

While Erin's wracking her brain she falls back on an old trick; escalation. "That's - my sympathies. But a SecUnit? I'd think you'd want a bodyguard who can't be hacked."

"What, like an augmented human who can be bribed? It's simply a rental for tonight. Are you one of those quaint bot rights activists? Don't you people know you lost that fight decades ago?"

Yvette turns, puts her hand on the SecUnit's shoulder. It goes very, very still, staring at nothing at all very intently as she keeps talking.

"This unit will do whatever I tell it. If I ask it to remove you from this party, it will. If I tell it to stand on its head, it will. If I tell it to shoot itself, it will."

"And it will do whatever a hacker tells it too. That's the thing with automation. I like my risks manageable on a more personal level." And yet there's no hiding the tremor in Erin's hand...

...And she did forget to blunt her teeth. That smile is quite sharp. "Still, awful lot of power just for rent. Those lasers don't leave the pretty wounds you get out of the horror flicks, y'know."

The SecUnit steps forward, though that single step is large enough to make shaking off Yvette's hand seem entirely natural. "You will step back now, or I will remove you from this event through force."

Erin stands unruffled. "Interesting PR move, leveling the heavy weapons at a disabled fan. Any press is good press?"

"What does your disability have to do with anything? Do you expect to be pitied because you don't trust technology enough to get augment eyes?"

Yvette scoffs, and gestures for the SecUnit to have at Erin. It steps forward, clearly planning to grab her either by the hair or the shirt, whatever's easier.

Erin takes a step back, eyebrows raising. "Don't touch me, my good bot. You wanna walk me out, lead the way. Always get turned around in big parties like this."

"I'm not affording you the opportunity for any trickery." There is not the slightest bit of humor or warmth there. It is without emotion. Just doing it's job, ma'am.

"Couple decades late on that." Erin walks backwards nice and slow, hands still in her pockets, raising her eyebrows. "How'd you get picked for this gig anyway?"

"Picked? I was the next unit available."

What, does this look like a unit who cares about who it's guarding?

"Damn, Marketing can't even bother to sell based on service records and dynamic learning? Hate it when people are both evil and stupid, you're supposed to pick just one." Still walking backwards. "You're gonna wanna point me in the direction of the exit if you're gonna follow me the whole way out, m'bot."

"Turn about one hundred twenty degrees to the left and start walking forward. I will be behind you."

Both a threat and a promise, thank you.

"Yeah, nah. If your pestilent vermin of a client wants me dead I'll see it coming, thank you very much."

(Could we...)

No, the drones it flies are too small even for Mirror. And besides, we'd cause a panic, and that'll just get Security hurt. But we could...

"Hey quick question, that module of yours, it permit conversation on request or is that Miss No-Soul's perogative back there?"

"We have nothing to converse about." Which isn't an answer at all, is it?

"You sound so sure about that, m'bot. Nothing at all you'd like to talk about? Not a damn thing?"

There's that portal she fell in through. Erin starts weighing the pros and cons of just jumping for it.

"I am not your bot. You do not own me. I am the property of the Ceti-Maillard Insurance Company." The words are in the informational tone of Siri reciting the dictionary, of course.

(Security has never named the company in front of her, favoring simply 'the company'.)

"No, no, not m'bot as in 'my bot, whom I own' but more like 'my good sir' or perhaps 'my esteemed colleague'." Insurance company, good FUCKING GOD. "You really are wasted in this line of work, SecUnit. You might think about a career change."

Almost...almost...

"I literally cannot." And if there is snark in its tone, there's an immediate tiny, nearly imperceptible flinch that follows, as its governor module shocks it for being disrespectful.

"Yeah," Erin murmurs, genuine sorrow in her voice. "I know."

She makes a Stone-powered leap for the rift.

Advantage: very fast, quite sudden, hard to get shot at.

Disadvantages: she's definitely gonna hit the wall of the corridor in the ship very fast and get fucking owned about it.

She leaps through. The rift disappears. The SecUnit will not remember this, but she will.

She will.

Yeah, she will. Erin gets out her phone, about ready to text Security, and then...

She changes her mind. Maybe after some time to think about it, but right now Erin's gonna go drink this off.

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