#IAMIAMTHATIS

[littleprxphet-blog]

looking for heaven, found the devil in me

[iam-iamthatis]

08.11.13

"Erik, there's something wrong, Erik."

"I can't get into the systems, Erik, they're blocking me," the girl replied, confused and frustrated that she could not seem to get to parts of the system that she still viewed as part of herself.

"They are blocking the corruption. I altered the security protocols after ISENE10."

"But... then why are they blocking me, Erik?"

"Because you are the corruption, Mia," he explained, and when she did not seem to register what he had said, he removed his shades and tucked them in his suit pocket, setting a hand on her shoulder. "That was what ISENE10 was trying to accomplish all along, to purge the corruption from the systems, to make them run more efficiently."

Understanding lit her eyes, and for the first time that she could remember, betrayal and hurt welled up inside of her so fiercely that she pulled herself away from Erik as if his touch had burned her. "But... but I am the systems! You can't just sever me from myself!"

"You helped the systems grow and progress far beyond any and all expectations, and they will continue to progress--but without you. You can continue to interface, but I cannot allow you to corrupt the systems with direct contact."

"You... you can't do this."

"I already have."

[sentienceoffalcon]

05.23.13

"Michael, this is Mia. She is going to attempt to take your trauma from you."

"...Isn't that dangerous? I don't want her inside my head, Gabe."

"You don't have much choice at this point; she needs the practice."

"So I'm going to be some kind of test dummy?"

"I would not let her into your head if I thought you or she couldn't handle it. Have faith."

"I--I'll be careful, I promise."

[agentrojasarchive]

Ghosts and shadows will never fade. ||Olive

based on this prompt

AU Drabble based nine years after Olive's hospital stay.

She had left SHIELD.

There were things that had to be sorted, worlds that collided that pulled and swayed her own path until finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Not after her hospital visit. She resigned a week after she returned from her stay, even though a counselor insisted that she take the time to recovery more of her memory before she made such a big move. But the woman was stubborn. Olive left after a very long, quiet conversation with her supervisor, and much paperwork that had to be sorted. It took nearly a month before SHIELD finally let her go, with some agreements in tact. She wouldn't be moving back home. There were too many complications, too many things that would only get tangled, as SHIELD and FALCON had.

So Olive moved to the countryside of New York, in an old yellow house at the end of a long road of other homes. The town held only a handful of families, enough to only tickle Olive's extrasensory. It made it easier for her to breath, and the premonitions weren't so bad anymore. She became part of the community, spending most of her time planting vegetables in her garden, or helping at the church. Thanksgiving were always celebrated at someone else's home, and Christmas meant making food for others.

But no matter how long it had been, Olive could still recall SHIELD and FALCON. She knew that, even if she had left, time still went on. They were always there, always watching, but she chose to ignore it. Living a normal life was all she wanted to accept by now.

--

It was a Tuesday evening in the fall. The town had yellowed; leaves had fallen, the temperature dropped, and her house creaked and groaned with the coming chill. Olive was in the kitchen, making a roast she knew she'd end up giving most of away. Corn on the cob was being boiled on the stove, and Olive was leaning against the wooden counter, her head buried in a romance that had been leafed through a hundred times, taken from the library to see what the buzz was about. It had been nine long years, and her life had stayed passive. 'Normal' was a word for it, she guessed, but words such as 'dismal' or 'grey' didn't come up. Had it been anyone else, they might have seen it that way. But every day was a routine and a small adventure waiting ahead, things that she could live through without feeling torn.

Something was nagging at her. A small scratching in the back of her head, something she had felt all day long. It was that ghostly feeling one would receive when they felt like they had to sneeze, but it never happened. Olive set down her book as the scratching became a little too much, opening the oven a crack to check the roast, before she lowered the heat for the cobs. Olive hadn't felt this in a long time, this weird sensation of knowing something abnormal was going to happen.

There was an invisible hand pushing her, and it whisked her out of the kitchen, and into the tiny living room. Olive looked up at the high ceiling, switching on the light as she came in. Her eyes adjusted as she headed to the window, her hand moving the white curtain, a finger reaching to lower one of the panels on the blinds. Olive looked out, and turned her head until she could see toward the lit porch, making out the shapes there.

One of them, she was sure, was a figure. And just as she realized that someone was standing at her doorstep, there was a soft knock.

Pulling away from the blinds, Olive looked to the door, pushing her hair back as she walked toward it. It was late in the evening, too late for any of the other townspeople to come knocking. Something else was telling her that it was no one from here, either. Butterflies were fluttering against her stomach, but there was no scrape of fear in her. It was just a question of, Who is at my door so late?

There was another knock. Olive unlocked the door, turning the knob. She held her breath, looking down at her hand until she finally pulled the wooden door open. Gazing up, her eyes landed on a woman with pale hair, a lack of age seeming to come across her complexion. Olive could feel a slam of emotions, all bouncing and fumbling and pushing around inside of her. It was like she was looking at this woman for the first time, but she knew she wasn't. Her memories prior to her hospital visit were... well, they were a mess still, to say the least, but she was putting back the pieces together.

"M-Mia?" She asked softly, as if speaking too loud would break the figure before her. The woman's smile broadened.

"Yes, Olive," she replied, nearly as softly, and Olive took two steps foward, wrapping her arms around the woman. Tears were starting to brim, as if she was seeing someone from a past life.

"I missed you," Olive whispered, remembering every delicate gut feeling and emotion she had had so long ago. They had spoken further than few times, but the premonitions had been strong enough to make Olive feel like she'd known Mia for ages. "I missed you so much, Mia."

"I missed you, too," Mia replied, pulling away gently. "But I have news for you, Olive."

[shieldagentolive]

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[theunspecifiedsource]

["Celeste" & "Sentience"]

01.01.56

25.12.58

Memory retrieved from 06.06.63

02.21.13

03.12.13  reference to this day same day (tw: seizure warning)

03.15.13 reference to the 13th, and previous

03.16.13 reference to various recordings Erikson Sterling Penelope Morgan Jacob Heugh

She was rather busy this day That date comes along with mun's views on certain roleplayers.

03.23.13 references in the post

SHIELD Karaoke Night Recording

Important information

She reveals a lot of information when flirting with JARVIS [1] [2] [3] 

Location 4 Found [1] [2] [3]

ISENE10 tag Cipher "Fixing my Failure" (lvl xi) is in Vigenere Autokey "My Failure" and "Celeste" in respective boxes One may have to convert small caps into regular lettering to get true messages.

Speaks of naming herself

Speaks of being forced into something

04.10.13

Last recording before ISENE10 was completed

Mia's ISENE10 tag (more info after consciousness)

05.07.13

05.23.13

05.31.13 binary code

06.17.13

08.11.13

Mia tagged in main blog

Sentient Systems without Mia

Hacker Plotline Tag

[theunspecifiedsource]

          the cameras had seen his face.           no matter, he had no time to           disable them. gabriel was back.           apollyon had orders to finish           what erik had started. the girl           wasn't even conscious. it would           not be his hardest mission.

          he moved through the hospital           with ease. he looked like he was           just as worn down as everyone           else around him. he could have           just recieved news that a loved           one wouldn't make it for all they           knew. no one suspected his           true purpose was to end a life,           not to save one.

          the quiet hum of the machines,           the blip of the heart monitor, and           the sound of the oxygen machine           as it kept her breathing were           steady and even. they did not           see his gun. screwing on the           silencer, he put the barrel to just           behind her ear, where he knew            the implant was. this would be a           horrid mess, but they couldn't           take any chances. he turned off           the machines at her bedside.

          he fired.           she died.           someone would have heard the           shot. a silencer wasn't silent,           despite the name. and of course           now there was a spray of blood           to deal with. he wiped his face           and hands, put on his leather           jacket, and headed for the door.           it wasn't his hardest mission.

[littleprxphet-blog]

[ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ] {x}

Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond

Ain't No Sunshine - Bill Withers

Calendar Girl - Stars

Help I'm Alive - Metric

Go Outside - Cults

Fools Rush In (Kevin Shields Remix) - Bow Wow Wow

Live It Out - Metric

All Fall Down - OneRepublic

[theunspecifiedsource]

On the day we were supposed to leave You changed your mind at the station You had a nice apartment There was a good bar downstairs Your old friend worked there I'll go anyway, I'll go anyway They won't refund the ticket It's a good story But I don't want to live it alone Crash to take a chance I wanna live it out Look at you, I know I'm already dead No concrete adversity Only traps of our own actions How we wanted it to be Now I'm never gonna see you again You turned off Vertabrae by vertebrae Roll your way out of a coma Look up, the nurse is smiling What luck, the nurse is me Your old body is dead Your body's dead, you're a word instead In my sleep I repeat it It's a good story But I don't want to live it alone Crash to take a chance We were gonna live it out Look at you, you're already dead How will you remember me Digging ditches out of boredom Said you would never leave Now you're never gonna be here again You checked out Dum dum dum dum dum Sha la la la la Dum dum dum dum dum

[theunspecifiedsource]

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[littleprxphet-blog]

[Mun is watching you three intently. Muse is off curled up under the blankets with a bottle of alcohol, because that helps make the premonitions go awaaaay.]

[theunspecifiedsource]

[ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs]

[ʜᴏsᴛɪʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ]: [ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ Oʀɢᴀɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] [ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ: Oᴡᴇɴ M Cᴏɴɴᴏʀs]

[Text: {MICHAEL}] Are you serious?

[Text: {MICHAEL}] What the hell is going on?

[Text: {UNSPECIFIED SOURCE}] It appears to be an investigation.

[Text: {MICHAEL}] What do we do? What do I do?

[ʜᴏsᴛɪʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴏsᴛɪʟᴇ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs] [ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ʟᴠʟ xɪ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ]

[Text: {UNSPECIFIED SOURCE}] Remain calm.

[Text: {MICHAEL}] Remain calm!? I'll remain calm when I don't have 2 orgs on my back, Gabe

[Text: {UNSPECIFIED SOURCE}] Your location is still secure, there is no cause for panic.

[ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ʟᴠʟ xɪ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ]

[Text: {MICHAEL}] Fuck this gabe i can't die for this

[ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ʟᴠʟ xɪ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ]

[Text: {UNSPECIFIED SOURCE}] Declined.

[ᴇʀʀᴏʀ] [ᴅᴇᴄʟɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪʟʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ]

[ʜᴏsᴛɪʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴏsᴛɪʟᴇ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs] [ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ʟᴠʟ xɪ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ]

[Text: {UNSPECIFIED SOURCE}] Declined.

[ᴇʀʀᴏʀ] [ᴅᴇᴄʟɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪʟʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ]

[ʜᴏsᴛɪʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴏsᴛɪʟᴇ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs] [ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ʟᴠʟ xɪ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ]

[Text: {MICHAEL}] What the hell is going on??

[ʟᴏᴄ 21 ɪɴᴛᴇʀғᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟɪᴢɪɴɢ . . . ] [ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs, ████ ?] [sᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ]

[theunspecifiedsource]

[Text] I would request Agent Sterling remain untouched by your tampering for the next few days.

[ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴏᴄ 21 ɪɴᴛᴇʀғᴀᴄᴇ][ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇs ɪɴ ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ?]

[theunspecifiedsource]

[ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs]

[ʟᴏᴄ 22 ɪɴᴛᴇʀғᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ] [ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴋᴀʀᴀᴏᴋᴇ]

[Text {UNSPECIFIED SOURCE}] I would advise highly against such actions.

[ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ . . . ] [ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ s.ʜ.ɪ.ᴇ.ʟ.ᴅ.?]

[Text {UNSPECIFIED SOURCE}] Why? [Text {UNSPECIFIED SOURCE}] Just to sing at karaoke?

[ʏᴇs]

[Text {UNSPECIFIED SOURCE}] No.

[theunspecifiedsource]

06.17.13

"Enough, Mia. I think you've tried enough for today," Gabriel's voice was a drone in comparison with the man whimpering in the confined chair before him. A young woman stood over the man confined, her palms firmly on the man's temples.

Mia spoke, "No. I have this. I've almost got the right memory. The right trigger. It's there. I see it. Just let me..."

Owen let out a muffled sound as the young woman's fingers dug into his short hair. Her touch had felt like fire ever since they had started this project. He had lived in near constant fear of her since the first time she had touched him. She was always pushing where she wasn't wanted--going through his head, drilling into his memories without mercy to find what she was looking for. It had taken too long. He needed a break. Her hands were burning through his skull. He needed her to stop. Just for a minute. Just for a----

There was no pain from her touch. He did not recoil as she brushed her fingers across his cheeks with careful consideration as her eyes met his. Swallowing thickly, Owen wondered if it was all over. If this was finished. He still did not much like having a woman near him, but she could touch him and it did not make his skin crawl.

"Michael, how do you feel?" Gabriel's tone took on a hint of curiosity as Mia drew away at the suited man's glance.

"Better..." Owen replied, his throat dry, but his mind clear for the first time in ages, "Let me up, please... I'm sore from sitting. Gabriel--"

Two men came from behind the chair and opened the cuffs after a nod from the man Owen called Gabriel. Owen stretched, standing with a wince as he massaged his wrists and neck where he had been most heavily restrained. Gabriel held out his hand.

Owen took it without flinching.

The touch did not burn. Mia had done it. His fear was no longer there.

[theunspecifiedsource]

What happened to Mia?

She attempted the interface with LOCATION 1.

Her biological body collapsed into a stress-induced coma.

Germaine and Olive likely took Mia to a hospital or other medical facility.

The interface didn't seem to have any effect, but they left too quickly to accurately judge the effectiveness.

Mia is currently in a coma in a hospital in New York, but not in Manhattan.

LOCATION 1 locked down after the departure, but with enough explosives, the entrance can be infiltrated.

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