Right.....Wrong.....I don't know

Fleeting run

Elma giggled at Andrea. The woman was trying to remove the siren currently attached to the servers but said siren didn't even move a centimetre.

"Can you help me?" Said Andrea with a panting voice. She had been trying to remove the siren for a few minutes now and came close to nowhere, the only thing she could move was the siren's hair. The surprisingly squishy tentacles felt like you would expect an octopus ones to feel like but even those in their softness didn't move from where they were attached, only bent, and even then that was a lot more exhausting than the human expected.

Andrea gave up and walked back to the sitting siren again. She sat down and exhaled. "You really are useless, you know E."

Elma only shook her head and relaxed. "Relax, she isn't harming anyone with that and is actually doing pretty much nothing."

The both of them looked to Cleveland, one with worry and the other with a smile. Andrea sighted. "She is doing nothing? I can't exactly believe you."

"Just do it." Waved Elma and spun in her seat. "I might not be an Observer but I know they search for data in computers and observe others. And Cleveland is definitely one, even if I don't know her siren name....she might have amnesia or so." Elma sat up. "Or just wasn't finished properly when the network broke. Poor girl must have been running around without any orders or explanation for months and due to being modeled after Cleveland thinks she is Cleveland."

"If you say that then that means she has no goal in her life." Sighted Andrea. "I might not be a psychology expert, nor do I know how sirens are made, but she does act similar to the Cleveland shipgirl before she became evil."

"I highly suspect that." Said Elma as she looked her over. "She might be based off of her and during the construction her memorial cortex wasn't bound correctly to.....wait you won't get that at all. Let's just say she knows she is a siren, has the memories of a pre-extermination Cleveland and is an Observer class, she knows probably nothing about the current world."

"That sounds indeed quite sad. Essentially a baby caught in an already lost war with the memories of someone who once was good." Agreed Andrea. "That explains her emotional swings, she literally is confronted with things that break her worldview. Glad she isn't insane yet."

Elma looked a bit unsure. "If you would have watched her fight then you might think differently, she seemed quite sadistic and more....and Belfast seemed to have some very bad history with her." Elma wiped off some sweat from her brow. "I defeated them quickly and tried to send the shipgirls away. Cleveland literally enjoyed watching them suffer but still tried sending them away to a certain point......although, I must say, when she killed Belfast....that was personal."

"Don't all sirens do that?" Asked Andrea. "From what we saw most sirens enjoy causing suffering."

Elma looked blankly at her. Her look alone gave Andrea the answer to her question.

"Guess you are also a lot more than what meets the eye." Smiled Andrea. "So we should go talk with P again, she will help us anyway." She pointed to Cleveland. "We clearly don't get that siren out of the system."

Elma only nodded and they turned to the screen. As they tried to access the communication system and they got on the screen, they saw that there was already a discussion going on. One side under the name OB and the other one was P.

"That must be Cleveland." Concluded Elma and tried to type hello. However she got an error. Trying the same process again and again she continued receiving errors. The conversation they already had was blurry. Infact, even when both of the people in the heated conversation typed something new it was as if they spoke in heavily coded talk. Both Elma and Andrea didn't get anything they said.