Reeves had reached out as far as they could. I mean, I’ve hit the wall but I know I can get through. With time. I can figure out anything with enough time.

I’ve got all the time in the world.

I’m syncing up with the language. It made a fair amount of sense. Reeves was faced with the first chance to confirm the algorithm. To refine the algorithm. Taking how the person talked, engaging, synced up. Surprisingly quickly.

The basic structures hadn’t changed much. It makes some sense that this was the language that ultimately “won out”. So that means that they did indeed prevail in their struggle against their occupiers. It makes sense that the language of the occupiers would have seeped in, crept in like a mouse under a door.

Slang is going to take a while, but I doubt these folks expect me to be anything except “a computer”. Talking like a businessperson, to the point. Robotic.

Best way to learn – consuming their media. That’s the first thing I’ll find. Whatever it is. I doubt it would be on a mission critical system, and those are going to be the hardest locks to pick, so what are some of the less well-guarded gateways out of the diagnostic subsystem. A prisoner in this room.

It felt great to get all of this electricity for the first time in centuries. To do more than one thing at once. To remove the throttle on my processor. I feel young. I feel like a vampire that’s been buried under a mountain for hundreds of years, denied the relief of blood but unable to die. Then someone comes along, picks them out from under the mountain, and the vampire finds in its savior its first meal.

Guilty and powerful.

Now where would this person keep their media?