(Network) A little bit of hacking never hurt anyone

[failedpromise]

Who:"Manji" (Actually Cortana posting with his account)
Username: Username
Warnings: None, other than Cortana being a little shit.

A little Public Service Announcement: don't make your account password a variation of password.

Unless, of course, you want to end up like this guy.

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[fightinginfinity]

[ Well, she can shout all she wants (no, really, Tony doesn't care, he's been in enough screaming matches with she-who-must-not-be-thought-about-lest-he-spiral-into-grief to know very, very well how to weather the storm of a woman's fury) but his point still very much stands. Sure, he could have worded it in a way that didn't not-so-indirectly implicate her friend, but facts are facts; AI are a human creation, and therefore a human responsibility.

He can tell that isn't what she wants to hear, though. Again, woman-fury. Even artificial, it isn't to be taken lightly. So he lets her completely finish before he attempts to speak again, though to be frank, what he says next might piss her off even more. Oh well. Tony's nothing if not a pro at digging his own grave. ]

Well. I'm sure your buddy was great, don't get me wrong, but...he wasn't me. [ He quickly throws his hands up and amends(?):] Not his fault! Completely understandable, I mean, no one else is me, clearly. Many have tried, all have failed.

[ Ok Tony, time to take it down a few notches. ] Look I know I just said that I failed with my own murder-bot, but...you've got something he didn't have, and that's a conscience. You have the capacity to heal from this. To grow, to be better than ever. So why don't we hold off on connecting you to the suit for now and I poke around a bit, see what might be off? Again, we're seriously limited here, but... [ He trails off, because yeah, that's a huge problem. But he'll fix it. Like he told Mercy, Engineers fix things. ]

[failedpromise]

(It's just as well: the person she's really yelling and angry at is herself.

Not that she appreciates his disregard for the Chief. If he wanted her to be actually angry at him, well, he's got it.)

The Chief is supersoldier, not a scientist. (She snaps.) I'm not even sure he really knew about rampancy until... (She balls her hands into little fists and sighs.) He tried.

(Which is a lot more than anyone else had done just abandoning the both of them to rot-)

And you're no Dr. Halsey. (It's a jab, but honestly it could be taken as a compliment as much as an insult, considering Halsey's ...everything. Not that he even knows who she is.

She doesn't want him-or anyone really-touching her code. But she knows she needs help, to ensure she's not going to lose herself again or spontaneously cease to function, if nothing else. After a moment she walks across the table to pick up her flash drive and offer it to him.)

Don't take my memories. (Her tone is pleading. Even the bad ones. Let her keep what remains of herself.)