Discrepancies

"How is everything doing on your side of the country? Have you made any break throughs?" Established connections with Purple has been made possible by old internet signals. The old system before the data wipe back when it simpler signals and wire to wire grid netting. He was also my only contact I consider having conversations with. It is a shame that I still have a percentage of possibility to distrust anyone whom isn't myself or Kate. I can at least tell some non-important information that could be a big deal to others.

"There been a lot of changes and many breakthroughs. Being able to work along side her skills as a medical practitioner, I continue to find more perplexing things. The conditions these folks suffer here would sometimes being within the dome city. The very inflictions of the transformation disease however, everything we have been keeping record of has finally built up a ton of research breakthroughs. There is for certain cures for different elements of the transformation, the bad news is there is a point of no return at a certain point. There is ways to reverse the condition completely but this is a long shot even then its not ever going to be perfect. Separating the clients from themselves is achievable, at least. Methods aren't found yet or should I say that the result of some the cases aren't easy to be replicated in a mass scale. The death of one or three of the individuals in one body is a more likely outcome." The notice that been waving my hand around as the other is crossed at my front. It's something she did then I would. My better linking to her doctor information is having a glitch of crossing mannerisms.

"That's amazing news. Are you both going to report into the networks?"

"No, we have reason to not for the time being. The data we collected is mostly confendiatal to the folks whom live in several communities. It be difficult if we were to throw away the turst that we built to be here. Not without being eaten at least."

Purple99.8 on his side speaking to me with use of a city hover drone. I can see the whole area that he was watching. The neon night lights of moving quieter traffic. Echo music and chanting from the few crowded places of drinking venues for humans to have fun at. He wouldn't be there if it wasn't something serious.

"I will tell you at the least that everything that is the cause of the transformation plague didn't originate from this planet. Meaning the cause is from a species unknown to any study of lifeforms to date. I am unsure many things, to much speculation to be coming forward in concern. There isn't enough truth found out from us out here poking victims. I can't even trust myself, as I am most certain that my personal data has been skewed. My own perception of time is off, I know day and night. But I can no longer sense what was last week or 92 years ago. I have don't anything drastic to counter this issue, as I am required a lot more around here. I need to stay active often."

"You might have a hacker playing in your head. Without harming yourself, you can cut signal by trying get away from a potential source for a few hours. Try like a underground or natural source. Or breaking by passing to high in the atmosphere." The sounds harder then it needs to be, "I am sure you could find a lead box or something." There is.

Kate's original sleeping box was small but it was lead infused. Actually her current box is the same. it seemed smart to keep the nanotech in check by signal sealing.

"You gave me an idea. What about you these days? Back to stealing one of your squads place in peace keeping or has there been tip off of bad business?"

"Mix bag of issues really, tip off was from a human. It isn't a big deal to the flesh folks. They seem to be using the whole thing as a scare story among them. Putting us on bad name. That made the mother network worry. So now we want to bring in the half machine. Set the fact straight." Pause with focus to the current on going operation that Purple is leading.

Eagle eye view of the back door into such a human establishment. That of a normal flesh human was kicked out for upsetting internal business. The waiter whom handled it was the real target op. A mock human texturing with very fine art of face paint. The drunk human may have shouted a bunch of things and scampers off without further arguement. It is which Purple99.8 leaping down to ground level, landing undamaged. The hover drone being internet link stays above watching.

"Another computer in a plastic shape." The waiter pokes in the building with checking in the place behind. This waiter uniform then walked through completely, closing the door behind, "Am I in trouble for causing any sort of harm to the drunk client?"

"No. I would have done the same thing. Maybe considered locking the arm from hitting themselves." Speaking causal, testing tempers.

"You're not a normal then. You are an aware sort, one of them AI personalities."

"What about you? Half flesh... half parts. I read some Ddc195 spiking but overall you're mostly human with a replace upper torso." The shown of palms meaning surrendering, "I came not to play any games or wish to interfere with your life. I am not even here to stop you. The humans may. I wouldn't. You are not my first encounter with a half. I just wish to pass on a sort of concern we all machines find the most annoying."

"Upsetting humans?"

"No. Pissing of the network. We maybe free to act indpendant of the main network but we can't escape the headache that it can cause to us all. You seem to manage to make a ghost story of us all, its upsetting the network. You need to be careful."

"Mmm... this netowrk? Sounds warm at one moment and angery the next."

"Yes, that's the network. A fussy woman with to many problems." Pat shoulder, "As long as you understand." the letting go and turning away, "You're so young." Purple99.8 gave wave to nearest other camrea of the network, "See, I told him for you." The street camrea turns away with accepting that, "You be careful with yourself kid. The doc whom could patch you isn't in a city dome. You could give a little wave to the ai yourself." The cam comes on down to hover with now following where Purple99.8 was heading next, "So young."

"At least his stable at a good 13 percent flat line." My own analyses I can manage with looking about the half, "You have more flesh then my pet pet does, not that was any achievement. You need to stop over working that left shoulder and putting to much weigh on it. You will snap the frame and loosen the shoulder ball. Meaning, your arm will drop off and that will scare the humans." Done with scanning and awkward glancing in places, "My name is Jackle. My pet is Kate. We are both on business off city grid." The turn away, "But at least the progress to London may happen over summer. Maybe not if she continues as she is."

"Something bad happen?"

The half stands to shocked in overhearing the oddly causal conversation, being left in the dust. They did try to say some input or make sense of this 'pet'. By the time they can even ask, Purple99.8 was already around the corner. It is Purple99.8 that was following the street pattern to watch for other typical things that he should be doing as a peace keeper. The connected hover drone hung close for signal purpose or making more quieter coded messaging.

"She in cellular deconstruction. Not forgetting it will be the 32nd time I have had to fetch more for materials. I am really on considering on grave digging soon."

"The corpses in coffins underground are embalmed."

"Which would be perfect."

"I knew she was meant to be a corpse with a reactivated mind but I seriously didn't realize that you would go so far."

"She's to strange to leave to rot away... if she could rot away properly then letting her go peaceful wouldn't be a problem." The last scan back to the half machine still stuck outside the closed door, "I will make sure to make my route back around the cities easy for the kid to find us. His spine has several slipped discs and some misplace ribs floating very off in the lung areas. The kids more seriously injuried then he can feel. A common scare factor about Ddc195, the lack of pain that it fools the working brains to feel. They may think they are lifting the impossible without problem, but they are cause massive internal injuries. He is going to collaspe at somepoint. You want us here for that."

"And you couldn't say that to his face? You use to be so forwards."

"The creatures I sew the jawlines of every other week would say otherwise."

"So... no humans? But you talk like that they are."

"They have human in them. Most are mixed humans. Others are mixed other types. A few plant folks too. They all are afraid of pure humans and us machines whom would veiw them as monsters. Odd as they were pets to them once. Or were a type of animal that was worth saving." My own side of this camrea showed Purple99.8 that I was turned to face away, posed with waving to a visitor, "Good evening, is there a medical emergancy?"

I have been talking to hoverdrone1 with the background of the van in the garage. I was sort of outside the main metal door. Mostly with projects of compartment boxes for the internal van structure. The camera I am using is a limited visibility range with a lot of detail sensitivity sensor technology. The sensor for body temperature scanning was at the moment turned off. The sounds of a ultrasound wavelengths had alerted me to my evening visitor.

"Wing." The bat lands arkwradly on a near box so I had offer my left arm out. They were clever to latch on and hang from. It repeated with then offering the injuried wing, "Wing." On closer look, a dart of a needle gun was through the bone of it. The drug has completely failed to be delivered into the body. I do my best in removing the metal out from the injury. Have a clean up. A feel of gentle pressures for the internal structures. It screeched in pain for a few times but overall it wasn't a injury with any need of my aid to help it. Flight is isn't going to break it further.

"I am sorry for that pain, fluff. The dart is removed." Offering it to them, "You should take that to the secuirty as it could mean there is a interuders whom is about to be ate." The bat nods while a good foot took it, "You are all ok to fly and the sedtive should be to small a dosage to affect you." It nods again and leaves, "Now where was I..." looking back to the camrea, "As you can see, you become use to the nightmare they seem like. They are all very odd and unique."

"So you're in a sort of jackpot to have a ton of folks to drug test with." Purple99.8 posed a hand to chin, giving off a mock impression of being impressed.

"No. We are here as one of very few whom are willing to act as a proffesional doctor. These folks wish not to be under anymore suffering then they already are. They have many human like traits... and like humans. They to have fear. To Kate, no matter what form of hell they had crawlled from - those were lives we once felt responible to look after. The changes of transformation shouldn't change that duty of care, she would say. I say that they have a very different veiw of living then humans have. An oddity that best healthy as they are then lumps of nightmarish flesh mounds." I show a image of example of a flesh mound, "When the host mind gives up and there is nothing but the infections fighting each other left, this picture is the result of all whom have no will to live." image away, "Although I have been a witness to several coming back out from that state and free acting once again."

"I dislike how painful that seems." Purple99.8 was taken back and utterly distracted by the images he could see through hoverdrone1.

"They can't feel pain in that state. Burning the mounds is worse. It isn't worth murdering them to the faluse pretense of saving them. Like Kate, they aren't actually dead in that state yet." There is a massive commotion happening behind my back, enough of one that I locked the hoverdrone1 to my shoulder and moved to somewhere higher and safer. One the Gibbons monkey helped me onto a roof of the garage and all were seated. Here for the show, watching a fight between the wolf and the several humans in suits.

"Morons whom came for scarps by murdering. A terrible bad choose on their part. The only murder here would be of themselves. Pitiful humans whom need to be scared away for their own safety." The one whom pulled me up stated while laying out its opinion.

"Wolf not able to do the scaring today." another monkey mix poses with offering food.

"No thanks to the food. Do you recon that it be Tig next?" I turned down with pushing the food over to the next sitting here.

"The miniatures are shambling here." another shouted, the whole group of the roof all screeched in warning about the mound of miniatures making turn. The wolf wasn't going to be here for that mess and jumps for the nearest roof, hiding but watching. All the monkey's around me ducking and matting themselves to the roof in hiding. I stay utterly still. Humans looked around but failed until the last moment of the tower coming right at them. Guns glowed of heat as whole clips of gun fired, went missing among the flesh towers structure. Screaming and soon out of options but the run for thier lives out of here.

"Yeah, I had a 87 precent certainty. After all it was here for me." Jumping down the roof and showing open hands, "Good evening tower. You came to have metal removed." the tower lowered to pose with a pole stuck through, "I see. Would you need some pain stopping?" It posed the pole more at me, "Although, I will hold it still. You move at your own pace." I clamping the end and dug my feet to the ground. It tags with the eventual freedom. It circled about happy with the signpost out from its tower. The limb pulled the bullets out, dumping them to my other hand. It shambles away, "Pleasure is mine." I shout towards it.

"Wow, tin man. That was brave." the nearest mix monkeys hopping down.

"No... It wasn't a issue. Not the first tower of flesh we have encounter and not the only nice being of its type. I say you get use to it, but that be a lie."

"Mother of code, that had to be the flesh mound you meant." Forgetting that Purple99.8 is still connected to hoverdrone1. It will take him a while to get over the processing understanding that the figures of the community can look like they are in pain when in the vast majority of cases (after many months of triple asking the same questions at them) are not in any sort of pain.

"No, that isn't same thing. I can't go into it right now. In the meantime, you have to hold off any trade requests until summer. But I will take a list now so I know what I been to find among scraps." The towers like this are whole groups of small bodies with not enough flesh for parasites to hide in. The mounds are those fallen in mental health and are unstable cell wise.

"Sure... I am going to struggle with the images you showed me today."

"Welcome to my daily life for the past year, I am a non-bias doctor for all flesh types. Kate is the emergency surgeon during the day and the late evening doctor. Although lately she has been rather mute, I know she's somehow active enough to leave hand written notes around. I will do most consultations, before surgery checks, blood work and most injuries to skin surfaces. I am not accurate with these hands for internal organ work. I have been getting better with dental practices, the most common issue they have around here." Purple99.8 was at pause on his side of the conversation, freezing up to be eye to eye with a city officail, the sort of thing that would be need more focus.

"They told me you knew how to contact the outside colonies." A upper crust of the city then, this would be a human higher in the packing order if they are here to ask an AI for a job. Normal folks know but do not treat AI seriously. This offical isn't taking this lightly with asking the request.

"Well your in luck but I don't think you want to me sending any messages out where my friend here is talking from." Directing to the city hover camrea. They play location games between them and I refocused with my surrounding. Lowered respect to the wolf.

"My friends that I am connected speaking to is someone whom works within the dome citys. We go back quiet a way in history. We talk nothing seriously at all. At best only that Kate's condition is asked about and how well I have been doing at my task as a doctor."

"Mmm... but that is a leak of information." The wolf countered.

"From one ai to another ai, even if we talk about my current work with you. The details of it would never be useful for any humans that could ever overhear it. I already considered the issues before and I did have permission."

"Fine... if you did leak anything serious, I am sure they would have sent the army. Continue as you are tin man. You're judgement is wiser then most of us but not always." cryptic of the dire wolf.

It walks away in large form towards a new portion of the zoo. I return back to the clinic and garage. Tuning the parts for the van and the new internal shelving layout. Cleaning out anything that is off date. Anything 'rubbish' is often melted into something new or sewed into something as a patch. My attention back to Purple99.8 side and his conversation with the official higher city gaurd.

"The trade markets outside of the city grows stale if there isn't a risk for new things." Purple99.8 patting the shoulder, they been walking around the robotic walk ways for sometime. Dome city has ways of AI to not walk in the way of humans or traffic. This prevents humans breaking machine bodies, as its expensive for the city to keep replacing parts of the peace keepers.

"Since we have travel plans around summer, you can be expecting us back over there. In fact, we will be back south to the stadium park traders market when she learns to walk again. Well we hope that she learns to walk." My slip into their conversation, "Although human to human trade is slow. The base open market is about to jump several thosand with a group entry. A kind curesty from folks like me and Kate." The pause of having the hoverdrone1 focusing on me full show, "On top of that, whom knows. London sounds like the next place after that, a whole new market for just myself and Kate to play hands in. You could say were the middle men."

"How do you know that?" The officail asking.

"When you met us in person, you would understand. I currently body share with a ice cube remains of a human. Although she evolved a lot due to her infection rate changes and research contact with the plagued folks. You would never call her human. My name that I have chosen is 'Jackle', but if your talking to her. She will call me 'brother', confusing as that maybe. I lack any trust for someone like you but we trade with the city so often that it is not any sort of threat. We are old-fashioned. My records go back past the calender." This heightens their breathing "Yes, I know that was taboo. It doesn't matter if anyone would even believe the words we say." Putting crossed arms and focus with staring through the remote access, "We haven't any wishes to do any harm anyways."

"Around 9 years ago, there was a request to find the gemstones from the silver mile." Purple99.8 has the man gentle guided through into a machine storage area.

This is the unit storage that is ran by Purple99.8 with all the younger ai's learning to be smoother speaking or stop asking to many questions. It's where his whole squad stays. They have many servers from many shops among the ranks as well as several military grading bodies - all of whom are peaceful rule followers. The city official wouldn't be here in a trusted location if they weren't the ranking accesses.

"We sent them on a quest before the london trip. One that I predicit would help them into london." Purple99.8 offers they a seat and another with offering a drink.

"For that, you aren't wrong but your also off the mark of just how compicated and massive the real side is." palm to the forhead and with the connection of the feed changing to a new interface on his side. I have yet to replicate the sophisication that they have acess. But it is down to personal taste in camrea veiwing. Now I were a digital body on their side, this feed is being body tracked. This was done with hoverdrone1 doing my puppet2 tracking. I could do myself a better favour of altering the arugment reality settings, but I haven't the mood to show my personal-self to them.

The whole conversation was becoming very important. So my van compartment project has to pause for tonight. I stand with leaning on the van, listening to the video feed of the small talks on their side. Most of it was confirming information that Kate had suspected about the underground purest having control of network on the surface.

It was through this conversation that it was clear that it was more extensive. Arguement Reality places digital bodies of underground dwellers among the surface, meaning they are all hyper aware of most things. Most fake AI were actually these remote pilots underground. Bad rep of AI is sourced from these fakers. This is what the network is upset about. There is something called the four markets. Underground market, surface market, city boundaries and the dark market (not exactly the black market from times gone by). The underground and surface markets are easy - resources for living. City boundaries are all trades with colonies outside the city limits and are often illegal trade within underground and surface market. Dark Market is unknown sources from beyond like myself and Kate. At least with city boundaries market, its often always resources made within colonies. The trade we do with city is labeled as Dark Market sale with higher approval. Whom knows whom our real buyers are.

"I didn't expect you to be walking in a puppet server. Your always in her flesh when you're here." snowfall132 is one the squad who's has traded with us, likely the military name of snowflake. The city body is a female white plastic shape with ink patterns of crystal creaks. Wears thin clothing but has no likeable human assets.

"She's in cellular configuration and we're in stay of a area with a small generator. Nothing worth it for scrap out here. Just another colony of cut off network." The cross arms of knowing that was mostly a lie, "I am under code of silence in protecting my clients in trade of goods and services. At best, you cannot ever get any normal human here without normally being infected or slaughter accidentally. On top of this, signal is crap for you."

"Yes, this camrea feed isn't signal from a network tracker." Purple99.8 nods with having everyone settled, "We will respect the silence code. As Jackle isn't a squad member nor is he connected to any city networks at all. He is a freelance whom trades tit for tat. I am just honored to be his friend."

"Well even if he is a outsider. He is clearly a valuable person to be in close contact. So the purpose I came here for would matter." The offical sighed, "Its established that vaults of lower classes are going to be opening soon. That they were timed to do so regardless of our suggestions to not. They aren't plague infect or poisoned by any radiation. They will be intermixed with dome city limits. They aren't permitted to leave but you know the smuggling operations will figure it out. Prime DNA sourcing for the black market" The real black market and not dark market, "to supply stem cells of higher purity from. Its about to become apparent that all early years vaccines are about to explode cases in these cities."

"That was in the predictions." I nod with knowing to well this was exactly what many newspapers were advertising common folks into the vaults in the first place. The door being a set timer in a game of luck. The timer was a short but random amount of time. The others don't take to this news as calm as I had. The few whom look up to me as a celebrity had looked to me at this moment with a shocked smirk. Sure they were surprised but not of me knowing this before them.

"the next shock which we been trying to keep public secret is the discovery of the parasites." The official carried on, "A pointless secret if the underground is about to intermixed with surface." I give a nod but state nothing, "You're not surprised still Mr Jackle." I flutter that he should continue, "Well the last issue is the war happening in space. Our space stations are under attack. Each day a satellite is wiped out. We are on even technology at the least."

"I guess she did say that space exploration was possible in her time." I can understand humans fleeing the planet surface from radiation. Its a smart move.

That there is a unfairness of whom lives in space, the moon (another newspaper backing) or the underground. The whole alien invasive issue has been around since the collapse of the third space station. We had all this information from textbooks. The order of dates was what is unable to straight facts. It was more then enough for Kate to piece together that the nuclear wipe out wasn't for machines if it takes working so close to machines to live in space. That not all of the internet and backlog of history would be lost to a planet in radiation ruin. The riots were for equality for safety.

"Since that shock is on the table. The protocol to hide information from super artificial intelligence is also pointless. Yet we need help with smooth roll out of important instructions. These instructions will remove the processing limiter of information for you. We need smart folks like you to help in this fight. "

"Fine. You have my own word. I can't speak of the behalf of others like me." Purple99.8 offers hand. The officail gingerly shakes.

"Finally being allow to think more clearly and understand dates better." The code was emailed straight from Purple99.8, "I will update the patchwork when I am not busy." Saving the internal codes with background task running of download and installing. I give my nod of leave and switch off. Cut the wifi signal while I am at it. Back to inventory compartment storage. It was close to time that I talked at her.