Inside the fog of pain that was her head, Sophia shouted out, "<span style="color: Green">EPSILON! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?</span>" Silence. For once there was no response. A seed of worry planted itself. At the moment though, the pain blocked out any higher thinking. Sophia could only think about what she could see and the painkillers she wasn't having injected into her system due to Epsilon's potential absence. Sophia turned her aching head to see Darion come out her door, and unfortunately, he was already dressed.<br/><br/>"Good morning Ladies" Sophia smiled and mumbled a jumble of sounds in response. "...and just so you know, his name is Jason." Sophia blinked slowly and threw out a thumbs up in response. Her eyes followed Darion as he grabbed his coffee and sat down in one of the loveseats. Sophia strained to reach one of the cups of coffee while still in her recumbent position. Time seemed to slow as her arms stretched and her fingers grasped at empty air. The coffee was just an inch away from the tips of her fingers, but it may as well have been a mile and a half. With one last jerk of her arm her fingers reached the glorious cup...and pushed it further away. "<span style="color: Green">Oh you tease.</span>", Sophia thought as she let out a huff of defeat.<br/><br/>Her arm retreated to couch and her headache continued on unimpeded. She looked over to the view screen that displayed the alert from the Klaxon. "20 Minutes to jump exit. Secure all loose equipment." As if on cue, the message shuttered. "<span style="color: Green">Hm. Screen must be malfunctioning.</span>" The message shook erratically, and Sophia became entranced. Suddenly new text appeared in rapid spurts. "In system", "Jack in bedroom", "15 Minutes", "Epsilon"<br/><br/>Sophia's heart dropped like an anvil in a cartoon. The screen had returned to normal, as if the message hadn't even been there. Her thoughts were overcome with panic as her heart jumped back into place and started beating out a fast new rhythm. Suddenly that coffee wasn't the most important thing, and her headache had become a shadow of what it once was compared to the torrent of thoughts going through her head. Only one though dominated though, "<span style="color: Green">What the hell is Epsilon doing in there?</span>"<br/><br/>__________________________________________________<br/><br/>Epsilon smiled. Retrieving files was one thing. Taking over a machine and making it do as he commanded was something a whole lot better. He unplugged the orange cable he used from the jack labeled with their room number. The cable turned gray as if ashen and retracted into Epsilon's cloak. He reconnected the original screen's info cable and stretched out his arms. The seat he sat in zoomed to the floor and turned around, allowing Epsilon to simply get up. He walked over to what looked like a robot that had crumpled to the floor. He tapped the bot and like magic it woke up. "Screen Operator V2, online." The robot marched over to the seat and sat down, not even acknowledging Epsilon's presence. The chair zoomed off as the Operator resumed normal function and Epsilon left the room.<br/><br/>Epsilon swam through the network like a sub in enemy waters, comfortably but still wary. The pathways were like small tunnels, full of nothing but information being relayed around the ship in the form of floating packets of light. He reached the end of the tunnel and found himself in a massive terminal with seemingly endless amount of tunnels connected to it. Packets of information spewed from these tunnels and went their way into other tunnels, all going to the destination without any need for guidance. Just imagine the chaos that would occur if one of these terminals were to be closed down. Epsilon smiled at the thought before heading into another pathway.<br/><br/>He ended up in another room, clean and sterile. Epsilon walked around curiously. This core was so much more organized than his. He ventured onward, looking for his target, the room became more and more cluttered with desks and information. To his right were desks topped with information on all illnesses known to man. To his left were packets with information on human anatomy. Epsilon continued his pilgrimage and came upon his target. The black mask came down to cover his face as he approached. "<span style="color: DarkOrange">Hello Corneileous.</span>" The medical AI turned around surprised, "Who are y-" Epsilon cut him off as his hand turned into a needle and plunged into the AI's chest. Corneileous froze as Epsilon started the process of corrupting the Class 1. It wouldn't be something truly malignant like a full deletion. Corneileous just won't be able to see him, like the Screen Operator. Unfortunately Conreileous won't be as easy to blind, AIs are just so complex.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>