"...That is the 4.5% chance that makes me hesitant to commit to this plan."
The AI would readily admit that.
"Because as much as I am prepared to do this, I..."
Another pause, as the AI searched for words, scanlines running in his irises as he tried to vocalize the discordant processes running through his circuits.
"...I don't want you to do it. I... I want to keep you safe."
A hollow sound of feedback static came from the AI again, trying to juggle these two thought processes.
"And yet I know neither of us would approve of giving the remote to someone unknowingly or staging it that way. If someone does not make a move, you will all starve. So you will not be safe if things remain as they are."
So it was a matter of certain death, waiting for someone else to commit murder, or taking matters into their own hands on a risky bet.
"Judging by the ways the Mastermind has interacted with us, nearly all of its actions relies on mechanics and electricity. If we set off the EMP, you'd be able to open the doors, find what they're hiding, and they'd need to take time to repair their information network around the campus. Best case scenario, you escape with them all. Alternatively, you are able to argue that since I'm not alive, I do not count as a death, and thus, nothing happened to be worthy of a trial."
Probably a long shot, that second part, but the AI had to believe it. Because, otherwise, he was...
He was seriously risking sending the boy who he couldn't help think of as his son to his death.
"... If you cannot do it, Arven, I will not ask you again."
...The more that thought stuck in his mind, the more that 4.5% chance loomed too large to bear.
"I will simply request you ready everyone near the doors to take advantage of the EMP."
He would... find another way to set off the EMP. He just needed Arven to make sure everyone was ready for it.
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The AI would readily admit that.
"Because as much as I am prepared to do this, I..."
Another pause, as the AI searched for words, scanlines running in his irises as he tried to vocalize the discordant processes running through his circuits.
"...I don't want you to do it. I... I want to keep you safe."
A hollow sound of feedback static came from the AI again, trying to juggle these two thought processes.
"And yet I know neither of us would approve of giving the remote to someone unknowingly or staging it that way. If someone does not make a move, you will all starve. So you will not be safe if things remain as they are."
So it was a matter of certain death, waiting for someone else to commit murder, or taking matters into their own hands on a risky bet.
"Judging by the ways the Mastermind has interacted with us, nearly all of its actions relies on mechanics and electricity. If we set off the EMP, you'd be able to open the doors, find what they're hiding, and they'd need to take time to repair their information network around the campus. Best case scenario, you escape with them all. Alternatively, you are able to argue that since I'm not alive, I do not count as a death, and thus, nothing happened to be worthy of a trial."
Probably a long shot, that second part, but the AI had to believe it. Because, otherwise, he was...
He was seriously risking sending the boy who he couldn't help think of as his son to his death.
"... If you cannot do it, Arven, I will not ask you again."
...The more that thought stuck in his mind, the more that 4.5% chance loomed too large to bear.
"I will simply request you ready everyone near the doors to take advantage of the EMP."
He would... find another way to set off the EMP. He just needed Arven to make sure everyone was ready for it.