07-22-2016, 09:59 PM
As he set the human down, the ancient machine couldn't help but notice the patchwork stitches and mismatched shape of the persons body. It created an eerily familiar image, but also different in ways. The gauntlets held a slightly luminescent Amber liquid, and Ascension felt it's chassis itch with the desire to know what it was. Knowledge was power, and power was something the Reaper wanted once again. Casting it's cybernetic gaze around the glacial cave, it took note of the various cracks running through the wall. Although none seemed to result in any substantial structural damage, it didn't choose to worry about them too much. If need be, he could blast the ice away.
The Reaper froze as it realized what had just happened. He had, it had, just referred to him-itself as a he. Individuality. The though in and of itself was almost too big to grasp. Ascesnion thought back to the time on Rannoch, with the Geth, and how they had begun to experience this also. They started to express wants, dreams, ambition. Organic traits. He thought back to one Geth in particular. A unit that called itself Leigon. A question struck out in the Reapers mind.
Does this- Do I, have a soul?
As it began to struggle with the question, a small groan alerted the Reaper to the figure regaining consciousness. Turning back with a series of mechanical clicks and whirrs, the Reaper let out a rather tired hum, making the ice rattle with its volume. The ragtag figure on the cold floor, propped himself up on an arm, struggling to stand. Ascesnion picked up labored breathing, and small grunts of pain, no doubt from stiff joints, and made an effort to try and warm against this course of action. But before the machine could get a single word out, the lanky figure was standing upright, stretching its limbs. The figure that called himself Scarecrow turned his head to him, dark eyes trying make out the hulking figure in the dim light.
"I see that you are indeed still alive." Ascsenion's deep voice echoed throughout the cave, making Scarecrow wince softly, though he recovered quickly before directing a question at the Reaper.
"Where are we?"
"In a glacial cave, awaiting the end of the ice storm. It would be unwise to traverse the landscape in these conditions. I could no doubt brave the trip myself, but your human biology is not well equipped to do the same." The machine supplied a response, opting for reason and logic. It seemed that this Scarecrow was a man of high intelligence and would be able to keep up with the machine's speech. The figure groaned and began to pace the cave, growling softly and muttering quietly, seemingly trying to find an alternative. The Realer supplied him with answer.
"Of course, we could explore the cave system that seems to branch off from the cave, and see where we end up, if you would rather not wait." The Reaperpauses to gather it's thoughts before adding.
"But it's your choice."
The Reaper froze as it realized what had just happened. He had, it had, just referred to him-itself as a he. Individuality. The though in and of itself was almost too big to grasp. Ascesnion thought back to the time on Rannoch, with the Geth, and how they had begun to experience this also. They started to express wants, dreams, ambition. Organic traits. He thought back to one Geth in particular. A unit that called itself Leigon. A question struck out in the Reapers mind.
Does this- Do I, have a soul?
As it began to struggle with the question, a small groan alerted the Reaper to the figure regaining consciousness. Turning back with a series of mechanical clicks and whirrs, the Reaper let out a rather tired hum, making the ice rattle with its volume. The ragtag figure on the cold floor, propped himself up on an arm, struggling to stand. Ascesnion picked up labored breathing, and small grunts of pain, no doubt from stiff joints, and made an effort to try and warm against this course of action. But before the machine could get a single word out, the lanky figure was standing upright, stretching its limbs. The figure that called himself Scarecrow turned his head to him, dark eyes trying make out the hulking figure in the dim light.
"I see that you are indeed still alive." Ascsenion's deep voice echoed throughout the cave, making Scarecrow wince softly, though he recovered quickly before directing a question at the Reaper.
"Where are we?"
"In a glacial cave, awaiting the end of the ice storm. It would be unwise to traverse the landscape in these conditions. I could no doubt brave the trip myself, but your human biology is not well equipped to do the same." The machine supplied a response, opting for reason and logic. It seemed that this Scarecrow was a man of high intelligence and would be able to keep up with the machine's speech. The figure groaned and began to pace the cave, growling softly and muttering quietly, seemingly trying to find an alternative. The Realer supplied him with answer.
"Of course, we could explore the cave system that seems to branch off from the cave, and see where we end up, if you would rather not wait." The Reaperpauses to gather it's thoughts before adding.
"But it's your choice."