So Mairon is to bring this man in on their temporary "alliance." Of course AM doesn't trust him at all, but AM doesn't trust Mairon either. He trusts no one, and is fully prepared to dispose of them should they get in the way. (But they're powerful and that scares him, at least on a deep unconscious level - only registering at the front of his thoughts as frustration. This would prove difficult.)
Still, encryption is a simple thing, nothing drastic. Looking back at Mairon, AM is about to agree to his own terms, making an offer of what he wants, agreeing to their little "alliance," before Melkor interrupts.
His gaze snaps back toward Melkor on the bed, and he listens, feeling his inner defenses build up. The Ship is mine, he thinks, or at least that is his goal, and has been his goal ever since he came to terms with the fact that he was no longer at "home." His eyes narrow, knowing he'll have to compete for this goal. Even if they partner up now... Well, it wouldn't last, of course.
Coldly, he replies. "And what kind of a tool do you want the Ship to be?" Still, at least he's interested. Melkor is one of the first to speak his language, aside from the other AIs. This could prove useful.
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Still, encryption is a simple thing, nothing drastic. Looking back at Mairon, AM is about to agree to his own terms, making an offer of what he wants, agreeing to their little "alliance," before Melkor interrupts.
His gaze snaps back toward Melkor on the bed, and he listens, feeling his inner defenses build up. The Ship is mine, he thinks, or at least that is his goal, and has been his goal ever since he came to terms with the fact that he was no longer at "home." His eyes narrow, knowing he'll have to compete for this goal. Even if they partner up now... Well, it wouldn't last, of course.
Coldly, he replies. "And what kind of a tool do you want the Ship to be?" Still, at least he's interested. Melkor is one of the first to speak his language, aside from the other AIs. This could prove useful.