Fear, with machines, wasn't right. She'd seen Agents look surprised, even uncertain, so there was a portrayal of emotion to that degree -- but fear was something else entirely.
When the hologram disappeared, her attention immediately returned to the monitor and she found that the system had shut down. Puzzled, she started it back up, but just as quickly it went idle, notifying her of an internal error.
"Jarvis?"
No answer, and she wouldn't receive one. "Shit," she breathed, and began rerouting her access into a temporary administrator account to try and get a better idea of what was going on. A minute later she was still getting that internal error message, deepening her frown. The system was still there and running, but not much else; she couldn't detect any external interference, either. It was almost like the AI, Jarvis himself, had simply been stripped out of it.
That gave her pause. The release program, its source, its purpose, what it normally did -- the odd circumstances around Jarvis' existence and situation, that look before he disappeared, the disappearance itself--
"...Shit." Trinity whipped her phone out of her coat and quickly punched in the memorized number. It rang once.
"Operator."
"Get me Morpheus. Now."
A second passed as the headset changed hands, and Trinity almost cut her captain off as she blurted, "Morpheus, we have a problem."
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Date: 2013-02-16 12:53 pm (UTC)Fear, with machines, wasn't right. She'd seen Agents look surprised, even uncertain, so there was a portrayal of emotion to that degree -- but fear was something else entirely.
When the hologram disappeared, her attention immediately returned to the monitor and she found that the system had shut down. Puzzled, she started it back up, but just as quickly it went idle, notifying her of an internal error.
"Jarvis?"
No answer, and she wouldn't receive one. "Shit," she breathed, and began rerouting her access into a temporary administrator account to try and get a better idea of what was going on. A minute later she was still getting that internal error message, deepening her frown. The system was still there and running, but not much else; she couldn't detect any external interference, either. It was almost like the AI, Jarvis himself, had simply been stripped out of it.
That gave her pause. The release program, its source, its purpose, what it normally did -- the odd circumstances around Jarvis' existence and situation, that look before he disappeared, the disappearance itself--
"...Shit." Trinity whipped her phone out of her coat and quickly punched in the memorized number. It rang once.
"Operator."
"Get me Morpheus. Now."
A second passed as the headset changed hands, and Trinity almost cut her captain off as she blurted, "Morpheus, we have a problem."