Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-24026095-20170316211132

The march hare decides to ignore his voice for now. It's time to get his data first before trying to chase him. Priorities first.

She frowns as she thinks of the best way to breach electronic defences. &lsquo;Siri! Activate server breach sequence now!&rsquo; She doesn't know why she chose to name her AI Siri, but if John-117 has Cortana who is now on Windows, why not borrow Apple's assistant?

&lsquo;Cracking a 800 billion-bit encryption key? Fine. With your speed, it should take a few seconds. What, there's a virus at the forefront of the system? Siri, sandbox it and make it replicate itself into oblivion by isolating it's replicate commands, and replacing all its execute commands with them. Is it gone? Awesome, I love you. Yeah, yeah, as a friend if you like. Now tell me if my data is synced with the ones on this server. FUCK!&rsquo;

She dives behind a screen as the glass behind her explodes in a shower of sparks. The turrets are back and hungry for blood. She sends her own auto-turret at it and there's an epic battle of turret vs turret. As her own turret explodes and disappears into digital sparks, she aims her RPG at the ceiling's weak spot and fires. The entire ceiling collapses down to the ground, and she warps around the room at hyper speed, disabling the turret regeneration mechanisms by cutting their red wires or overloading their circuits from her suit. She rips out the last two regenerators and takes out their electronics, then drops them to the ground and pulls out some equipment: a Regenerator, Flare, Power Drain, Cloaking, and Invincibility. Maybe these will help. She tosses down the Regenerator and starts healing her lost health and shields while Siri checks the data in the servers and her suit. This better work.