"Rasputin himself, I assume," Felwinter said. As Tony neared, things around them began to blur slightly, the image of a darker enclosure overlapping their corner of the throne room. The memory wasn't as immersive as the first, more audio than visual, as it were, save for the vaguest impressions.
"This is weird," Felspring says as she projects a long string of code she's pulled from their researching in the old, yet very much intact Seraph bunker. "Look. In the Golden Age, Rasputin executes a protocol called SIDDHARTHA GOLEM. No idea what it is. Some kind of knowledge-gathering. It gathers a bunch of transcripts—conversations with Humans, recordings of music, a huge database of literature..."
Felwinter studies the code before him. It doesn't occur to him that it might be strange to be able to sight-read it as he does, and although it's not without a little effort, it's a bit like dredging up a native tongue he's forgotten. He can pick out what Felspring summarizes. With another flicker of light she blurs through more strings of recorded code until she comes to another point, like skimming chapters of a novel.
"Here. Early Dark Age. A submind in Old Russia says SIDDHARTHA GOLEM is active. And gone rogue." When she speaks again it's with a much quieter tone as she begins to piece things together. "Around the time I found you."
It had been a puzzle. Felwinter wasn't sure how long it had taken them before they'd even found such references, how many bunkers they'd tracked and broken into, even if they hadn't exactly known what they were looking for.
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"This is weird," Felspring says as she projects a long string of code she's pulled from their researching in the old, yet very much intact Seraph bunker. "Look. In the Golden Age, Rasputin executes a protocol called SIDDHARTHA GOLEM. No idea what it is. Some kind of knowledge-gathering. It gathers a bunch of transcripts—conversations with Humans, recordings of music, a huge database of literature..."
Felwinter studies the code before him. It doesn't occur to him that it might be strange to be able to sight-read it as he does, and although it's not without a little effort, it's a bit like dredging up a native tongue he's forgotten. He can pick out what Felspring summarizes. With another flicker of light she blurs through more strings of recorded code until she comes to another point, like skimming chapters of a novel.
"Here. Early Dark Age. A submind in Old Russia says SIDDHARTHA GOLEM is active. And gone rogue." When she speaks again it's with a much quieter tone as she begins to piece things together. "Around the time I found you."
It had been a puzzle. Felwinter wasn't sure how long it had taken them before they'd even found such references, how many bunkers they'd tracked and broken into, even if they hadn't exactly known what they were looking for.