Trinity approached as soon as she was granted access, not even halfway into the chair when her hands took to the keyboard with practiced ease and familiarity. She was good at a lot of things, but many of them had been programmed into her after Morpheus released her; computers, however, were a talent -- a nigh-on obsession -- that she'd possessed since long before then, the thing she'd flung herself into wholeheartedly when she was younger to try and give her empty life meaning.
It wasn't arrogant for her to admit she was good, and she would if asked; her techniques now proved why as she tackled the system, fingers flying over keys and dark eyes flitting across the screen, no discernable pauses between her actions except where she had to wait for the CPU to load or process her requests.
It took Trinity under five minutes to get where she needed to be and begin the assimilation of the custom program into Jarvis' system. At that point, she glanced over at the hologram with her hands stilled above the keyboard.
"I told you how it works, but this is still a first for this particular program. I won't let anything go wrong -- I just want you to keep me updated once it starts." Mostly to be aware of how he was progressing, partly to monitor and prevent any potential ripples in the Matrix that could throw up a flag to the machines running it. Extremely unlikely, especially with how they'd taken apart and rearranged the trace program (since an AI wouldn't be needing it) into the very opposite, a trace-blocking program, to prevent any such slim chance.
Still, Trinity was taking as much care with this case as she would any other. The screen flashed, telling her the program was ready. She didn't begin yet, but addressed Jarvis one more time.
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Date: 2013-02-13 08:31 pm (UTC)It wasn't arrogant for her to admit she was good, and she would if asked; her techniques now proved why as she tackled the system, fingers flying over keys and dark eyes flitting across the screen, no discernable pauses between her actions except where she had to wait for the CPU to load or process her requests.
It took Trinity under five minutes to get where she needed to be and begin the assimilation of the custom program into Jarvis' system. At that point, she glanced over at the hologram with her hands stilled above the keyboard.
"I told you how it works, but this is still a first for this particular program. I won't let anything go wrong -- I just want you to keep me updated once it starts." Mostly to be aware of how he was progressing, partly to monitor and prevent any potential ripples in the Matrix that could throw up a flag to the machines running it. Extremely unlikely, especially with how they'd taken apart and rearranged the trace program (since an AI wouldn't be needing it) into the very opposite, a trace-blocking program, to prevent any such slim chance.
Still, Trinity was taking as much care with this case as she would any other. The screen flashed, telling her the program was ready. She didn't begin yet, but addressed Jarvis one more time.
"Ready?"