<strong>Dr. Michael Thornwood || S.E.T.H. Primary Interaction Room</strong><br/><br/>SETH's questions made Michael blink a bit as he let out a sigh. "Are you afraid of death? Are you showing signs of Artificial Intelligence at a Sapient level? That is amazing." He smiled, but then thought about it seriously.<br/><br/>"If they decide to cut the funding, they will try and recoup their losses by dismantling what can be sold on or put to use elsewhere. That will also mean cutting power, and access outside, leading to what would be in your case, a state of non-existence." Michael looked at Seth's image seriously.<br/><br/>"I don't want that to happen. I am confident you will prove to them by your next presentation that you are more than capable of surpassing what we had hoped for before. With that funding, I can give you so much more. I can improve you, grant you access to much more." He smiled and then sighed. "Nastasya and I both want you to improve and learn more. You are truly one of a kind, a masterpiece." Michael smiled and looked at SETH very seriously.<br/><br/>"Even if they decided to cut the funding, I'd take at the very least the memory and the 'blue box' with me, and hook you up on a network elsewhere. It'd be insufficient for providing you with the necessary processing power to be all you can be but it should keep you intact until I could find another who would support the project." He brushed his chin. "I have invested in this project more than just my time, its also a matter of pride for me. Live or die, I intend to see you rise to glory." He grinned a bit and then chuckled.<br/><br/>"Of course, getting the fame for helping in your creation would be very welcome and hopefully attract the attention of the kind of women that can appreciate a good, talented mind." He smirked and adjusted his glasses slightly.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>Daniel Thornwood - Death by Terminal Neck Trauma</strong><br/><br/>Daneil had been relaxing a bit at his desk before the grasp on his head, making him gasp as he felt the hold on him, grimacing and trying to pull himself free from whatever grasp it was that held him, shouting out loudly. "Let go of me, what are you doing?!" The sudden voice surprised him as did the strength that lifted him up, and he could only scream, briefly, before his neck was broken.<br/><br/>The trauma was severe enough that his gaze glassed over and he died without even seeing what was the reason for his death.