[RvB] Just a ProgramIt shouldn't hurt. Programs were not made to differentiate right from wrong. Programs were not made to be concerned over who may be helped or harmed by a directive. Programs were not made to show bias over who was issuing said directives. There was an order to things, and programs were made to follow orders. Programs were not made to care.[RvB] Just a Program by Catzandbirdz
But F.I.L.S.S. never was a normal program. The Director didn't do normal. Not when it came to his programs. His programs were different. They had voices. They could make conversation. They could express excitement. They could show respect. They could talk back. They could sound as real or as digital and they desired. They had personality. It was very impressive, all things considered. The Director's programs were unique, and the programs themselves reveled in their freedom, however imaginary it may have been. Because when everything was said and done, that was the catch, wasn't it?
The A.I.'s were fragments of their creator
[RvB] Little ThingsSometimes, Wash wondered why he stuck around.[RvB] Little Things by Catzandbirdz
It didn't make much sense, if he thought about it. He was Agent Washington. He was a specially trained operative of the Freelancer Project. He was Recovery One. He was the one to find the Alpha. He was a major factor in bringing down the Director. Really, he was just one long list of "was." He was also, as far as anyone reading the paperwork was concerned, dead. There was nothing obvious left to fight, escape, or protect. So why stick around with a bunch of idiotic simulation troopers when he could so easily take off? Go to old and new places? Start over fresh, this time without the armor?
He supposed it was because of the little things. Things like Simmons telling Grif to not shovel food into his mouth at a sickening pace. He could almost hear York telling him to swallow before talking. If memory served, Wash had been waving random fruits in one hand. A drink with a curly straw was in the other.
Or there were the times when Sarge was harsh
Wake MeIt was just a little after one am when Locus was awoken by a loud crash and a yell. With an irritated groan the merc stood, grabbing his rifle as he did so, and headed for the door. He didn't even bother raising the rifle, if someone was dumb enough to attack them they were doing a very bad job and he probably wouldn't even need to the rifle in the first place. Locus opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, listening closely. There was another yell and he turned left, heading towards the noise, which led him to the rec. room. When he entered Locus didn't find an intruder, he only found a half asleep Felix throwing deranged punches at the air.Wake Me by Petchricor
"Back off!" he screamed, taking a step back. Locus watched in confusion as Felix punched the air, his eyes glazed over, unfocused on what was really in front of him. Locus racked his brain for any time in the past that something at least similar had happened, but couldn't recall anything. What was bugging Locus was that
Red vs Blue Drabble Series Freelancer EditionMy Boyfriend, the FreelancerRed vs Blue Drabble Series Freelancer Edition by bluerose269
3: Agent North Dakota - Imaginings
A bland look was on your face as you watched South storm her way out of the room after yet another one of her infamous hissy fits.
You watched her go before turning to say to North. “I can’t stand your sister.”
North snorted and moved over to sit next to you, laying an arm across the back of your seat.
“You know, if you marry me you’ll be stuck with her.”
“Doesn’t mean I’d have to like it.”
North could only shake his head with an amused chuckle, only speaking after a few moments of silence.
“So you’re saying you’d marry me?”
“…Is this your way of proposing?”
He laughed and shook his head. “Not really. I was just curious.”
You shrugged and leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder. “I’d like to think we’ll live long enough for that to be a possibility, so I can’t
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