. i shopping chanel
[ She avoids the rally because she wears her cybernetics too obviously. More, she knows she's small, doesn't present a threat, and if she were to use her abilities otherwise it would give up their cover too quickly. Rather she's got better things to do -- tech, maybe not the same but she knows with enough time she ought to be able to adapt it but even so, who cares when there was so much of it. She makes like a kid in a candy store with it. An eclectic to see everything, touch everything, barter back and forth with shop owners about price and soon enough she's collected plenty for herself.

Which she's sorry fellow hive member, she doesn't have enough arms for this, so when she runs into someone she knows, she's very carefully pushing the items at them so she can free up her own hands because she's seen something else -- ] Here, can you hold these for second?

[ No? Too bad, she's already darting towards another store with an eager wave to follow. ] Come on, I think I saw whatever their equivalent for hydrophobic polygrease is. I don't fancy rusting just yet.

      . ii sea of voices
[ Eventually though, she does get to work. But almost immediately it's nothing like Avera, that had been simplistic in its difference, this was complicated in a different way. Yes, used to ridiculous things, and they'd reached a singularity of a different kind. Wilhelm is the closest thing she could think of, even if he'd gone the other way, human to robot. AI had certain rights, in part why Jack fought so hard to suppress the Loader Bots made from Felicity. Doesn't surprise her, had to happen eventually. All technology had been shaped by the vaults, and she, in turn, was made as part of them -- natural for her to control technology of her own home with a simple ease.

This is different again, developed another way and after her first brush against it, that she does physically this time, hood pulled up, sleeves yanked down and a fingerless glove on her off hand to hide the glow of her body and eyes. Though it trails down her fingers as she uses the physical point by way of tapping at screens to get her the truer access she needs. Does her best not to be too obvious, keeps her breathing even if it's shallow with the effort, burrowing herself deeper and -- gets a little red warning for her interaction. Flagged. ] That's new. [ and not what she wants at all. Makes sense, granted but she frowns and tries again, to get another warning. Not... right. She kilters back. No, she will need to work to find out anything this way, and once she realises, she settles to do so. Finds public terminals, and slips herself against one, then another, then another. Once she's done that, removes herself. The great novelty of being a siren, she doesn't need to actually stand at them once she has her connection. Instead she behaves in a pointed she takes some of her new purchases -- e-books or the equivalent. Granted it takes her seconds to absorb the book, she takes the time to settle like she's busy reading. Like she's waiting for someone and just passing the time, or just studying. Either way, less like she's doing anything as she busy her mind elsewhere in the process of integration, learning this new system to utilitize it without getting busted for it.

Takes it toll even if she's not doing anything openly. After while, she reaches out with to anyone nearby. Just like Avera, her mind is a cacophony of voices clambering speaking over each other and talking around her, that rushed, speed of the world inside machines. Like she's calling from a throng of people rather, has to speak more clearly to make sure she's distinct over it's rattle and hum. ]

( Hey, can you bring me something to eat? Whatever is close by is fine. )

[ She will do this almost every day, but from a new spot to stop her being traced too easily or often. Learning a new system with this much information being flung around to find anything useful takes time. ]

      . iii grey matter - later in the week
[ At one point, she's got to try, even if it's not quite right -- she is what she is, and sirens were too destructive by some unwritten rule, and it just seems like being able to brain wash an android will be useful at some point. Got to see what's inside their head.

So she finds one -- a public worker, by the look of him. Comes up with an arbitrary excuse to lead him off to help her. Something safe but urgent to not alarm him. Turns a corner and acts -- quickly. She doesn't want him raising the alarm on her, either. Breathes faintly into the quiet of the alley to him with a soft soothing murmur of her voice: ] I'm so sorry, I just want to see how you work.

[ And she's reaching up with her left hand, setting two fingers against his temple, her eyes flaring brightly again as she sinks her mind against his through the cacophony of his evolving program of a mind and settles herself in for one whole second.

And then he overloads, the sink of her thoughts to his short circuit something. They drag with her, and get scrambled. Turns him into a garble of basic coding that she understands, the rest that turns to nonsense.

She yanks back from him as the Android stands there, all but brain dead from what she's done and -- ] ( Shit-- Shoot, I mean shoot. No, no, come on. Come on -- ) [ Panicking, she reaches up to the android, fingers searching lightly for a response, and then more urgently giving him a shake, like she's trying to revive him, but nothing happens -- or rather she gets an automated message about factory settings and her panicking piques. Never had to clean up her own messes, and terrified that this one might cost them too much. ] ( Fuck, fuck, fuck -- Help? Someone? I think I've... )

[ Made a mess. Lobotomized a robot. Which is completely the opposite of what she wanted, or what their goal even was. ]

      . i lemme upgrade u - earlier in the week
[ After her shopping trip, she's got a dozen things she wants to try out, but starts with the important ones first. Rather she sits herself down in front of a mirror in the common area, with a table next to her, and a tool kit that she picked up for just this purpose.

... And appears to have cracked open her own skull. Or at least, her skull plates. Hooks her thumbnail under the edge of the plate to snap it open. Then takes up a screwdriver, a little one and turns her head to face the mirror, putting herself the angle so that she can see what appears to be a series of wires that run into her brain. Normal for her, but the first time she's had to do this herself. Gently undoes one tiny screw and picks up a set of tweezers to lift out the screw and set down on a cloth on her small work table so she wouldn't lose it. Below that is a card of some kind, a tiny chip that seems important, given it apparently connects to her brain.

Going just fine with her apparent brain surgery, until she realises she doesn't have enough hands for this. Calls to whoever the lucky person is in the room with her as politely as possible. ]

Hey, can I borrow you for a minute?

[ granted, she would like the company for her odd bit of maintaince. She treats it the same way as brushing her hair or doing washing. Just a chore. Granted this world is all shockingly normal to her, for it's difference, but she's happy to listen and to talk like this. ]

      . ii r & r
[ Outside of that, she can be found in the common areas, doing what she normally does -- over buying on strange foods that she happily pushes towards anyone that looks interested, reading over reports of information relevant to their mission and occasionally just in a pile on the couch where she's forgotten to sleep regularly or limit her abilities use and has utilized the closest person as a pillow yet again. ]

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