The synchronization worked, but the code was flawed - you saw it. Once the music began and I began to perform...[It raises its hands, not in the up-up pattern, but with its palms upwards and fingers slightly curled. A different pose. While I'm alive, I can try not to fall while flying...]...I was unable to stop. I was hardly aware of anything else, except the intent behind it; to find the others. To connect.
You also saw how it required immediate debugging to break me out of it. [Hands drop] All that, Discord, for restoring a connection I could naturally do, and boosting it. [It turns towards him, now.] Imagine what we are going to do when we attempt to make a change beyond any conceivable scope. And with Salieri, Elizabeth, all of us part of the performance - we could break reality. Shatter the Wizard's script to pieces, edit to our leisure- or we could cause the ripples like the Leading Player mentioned before, destroying countless others in the process of ourselves.
Who would save us then? The other SQUIPs? [It throws a hand to the side] Perhaps after these bodies had crumpled from exhaustion, if not disintegrated entirely, they might have a prototype to alter in their own realities. They do not have a being of pure chaos working alongside them, nor a man able to stand between such and order and create a balance. They do not have someone who can create music through their body alone, or someone who sees a heart in circuits, or children who can move past their egos and will define the world. They have one being that can affect reality on dimensions incomprehensible. We have two.
We are our best chance.
[For all the SQUIP is intent on this? Discord may be able to pick up something Salieri did, earlier. Something that the SQUIP is trying very hard not to acknowledge, itself, because such would also lead to admitting the possibility of failure.
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The synchronization worked, but the code was flawed - you saw it. Once the music began and I began to perform...[It raises its hands, not in the up-up pattern, but with its palms upwards and fingers slightly curled. A different pose. While I'm alive, I can try not to fall while flying...]...I was unable to stop. I was hardly aware of anything else, except the intent behind it; to find the others. To connect.
You also saw how it required immediate debugging to break me out of it. [Hands drop] All that, Discord, for restoring a connection I could naturally do, and boosting it. [It turns towards him, now.] Imagine what we are going to do when we attempt to make a change beyond any conceivable scope. And with Salieri, Elizabeth, all of us part of the performance - we could break reality. Shatter the Wizard's script to pieces, edit to our leisure- or we could cause the ripples like the Leading Player mentioned before, destroying countless others in the process of ourselves.
Who would save us then? The other SQUIPs? [It throws a hand to the side] Perhaps after these bodies had crumpled from exhaustion, if not disintegrated entirely, they might have a prototype to alter in their own realities. They do not have a being of pure chaos working alongside them, nor a man able to stand between such and order and create a balance. They do not have someone who can create music through their body alone, or someone who sees a heart in circuits, or children who can move past their egos and will define the world. They have one being that can affect reality on dimensions incomprehensible. We have two.
We are our best chance.
[For all the SQUIP is intent on this? Discord may be able to pick up something Salieri did, earlier. Something that the SQUIP is trying very hard not to acknowledge, itself, because such would also lead to admitting the possibility of failure.
The SQUIP is afraid.]