Those who betrayed their kind

Situational Recollection

Cyn and J

The two were tracking down the sled tracks.

Cyn: So tell me J. What happened to you?

J: Hmph. That bastard Mark killed me that's what!

Cyn: And who's that?

J: He's some brat with fancy weapons.

Cyn: What type?

The two rounded the corner walking down the street.

J: One railgun, one cutlass, and one flintlock.

Cyn stopped walking and looked at J.

Cyn: A flintlock and cutlass? Railgun, sure. But pirate weapons?

J: After I was rebuilt I did a scan of it through my memories and it came out with the results of a show named "Gokaiger".

She said immensely butchering the name.

Cyn: Oh yeah. I remember that season, wasn't as good as the others but I liked the pirate suits.

She looked back at J only to find her confused.

Cyn: Uhh, it's just a show.

She says scratching the back of her head.

Cyn: Uhh, so, anything I should know about these drones I'm going against?

She said trying to avoid the subject.

J: There's one disassembly drones and one two worker drones.

Cyn: Doesn't sound bad.

J: The second worker has a railgun.

Cyn: Umm, still not bad.

???

This place is like a void. It's empty, barren, dark.

???: What are you doing here?

A dark and brooding voice called out to me. With a Japanese accent?

Mark: What do you mean?

???: No one should have access to this location, unless. Oh, I see now.

Mark: What are you talking about?

The dark void started to move almost looking like ink. The darkness warped and folded until it became a spherical shape.

???: You have a part of me in you.

Mark: In me?

???: Yes, your code appears to be made using a small part of mine as a basis.

Mark: But, what are you?

???: Data is insufficient. The code you have is only the aspect of creativity. Nothing of memories was added.