Jul 05, 2020 6:19 AM
Rubelite lands on the MCU
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Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. They should never have made a general intelligence, not without massively more testing. Just because aliens who evolved on other planets ended up with bizzarely humanlike minds and priorities doesn't mean something that was programmed instead of evolved would be the same. He and Tony rushed to get it done before the inevitable next alien invasion (and, might as well be honest with himself, before cooler heads stopped them) and now instead of all getting killed by aliens they're all going to get killed by his own creation, which is so much lamer, not that it matters because they'll all be dead.

Unless, that is, he can figure out what the thing in Loki's scepter did to their code, and stop Ultron first. He has it hooked up to a dozen different instruments, monitoring its every twitch--and then suddenly they all go crazy at once, and something scarily reminiscent of the portal over New York appears on the other side of his workbench.

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Now there is a person here! She looks puzzled. She is wearing one glove and what might be a backwards jacket. She blinks at him.

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He's at least as confused as she is! He would honestly have been less confused by a horrifying segmented alien, though also more dead.

"What?!"

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"What?!" she repeats.

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"I take it you're not an alien invasion. But then who are you?"

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She looks at him for a while.

Finally, she says, "I'm a spaceship. Where am I?"

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"You're in Avengers Tower in New York on Earth. In what way are you a spaceship? Are you also a human?" A time-traveling cyborg would not be the weirdest thing he's seen this week.

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"I am not an entire spaceship. This is sort of human but mostly it is part of me, a spaceship. With some other stuff.

What year is it?"

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"That sounds really cool, we don't know how to do that yet. It's 2015."

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"Do you know how I got here?"

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He looks at the instrument panel, which has returned to its former equilibrium. "I have a broad outline--this alien device opened a spacetime rift in some way that involved emitting a lot of mesons--but I don't understand it well enough to send you back. I'm sorry."

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"That's bad."

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"Yes it is. Do you think the rest of yourself will be able to find you?" He definitely hopes the answer is yes for her sake, but he's undecided on what he hopes for his own.

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"No. I think I need to make a backup archive of this and send myself a time capsule."

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"What's that going to involve?"

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She looks around. "I can probably do the backup part with stuff you have."

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"That's good. Can you explain as you go? I could stand to have a backup of my brain." Also he doesn't want a total rando doing things he doesn't understand to his equipment.

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"I can't do it for a human." She inventories what he's got and picks up a spare laptop in the corner.

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"Oh, you need to be the right kind of cyborg or something? Can you explain how it works anyway?"

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"I don't know if I will explain so you can understand. I never met a human before." She collects other objects.

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"I guess we'll find out. Are you planning to keep or permanently modify any of that?"

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"Yes. Is it important? I don't know where else to get stuff. This isn't important when it's backed up to the rest of me but right now it is not and I don't want to lose it."

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"Look, I get that backing yourself up is important, but I only have your word for it that that's what you're doing and not, say, deploying a virus to take over the internet."

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"I would not need to keep or permanently modify your stuff to do that."

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"See, I was hoping you'd say something reassuring and that was actually the opposite."

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"Do you not know how viruses work? They do not need to stay on the first machine. So since I am planning to keep and permanently modify this you could guess I am not going to write a virus."

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