[ Root is angry. She actually hasn't been angry very much since she's been here, not truly; she's been annoyed or impatient, she's disliked plenty of people, but anger is something she reserves for when she's willing to do violence.
The sentencing was cruel. It was cruel and pointless, and it won't teach her anything, and either they know that or the algorithm producing it is incompetent, and Root doesn't like either option. If she ever gets her fingers on the A.I.'s code again, this time she's going to try to make some changes.
But she doesn't have a lot of mental space to process that feeling before she's returned back to her bed, waking up with a gasp, heart racing. It's not at all like coming back to life was; that was aching and disorienting and gradual, the warmth of Shaw's body by her side, and this is abrupt. It's the ice-cold shock of waking up from a bad dream and pushing herself onto her elbows to get her bearings and seeing Shaw about to hold a gun to her head yet again. ]
Sameen! What are you doing--
[ Root barely knows what's happening, is still piecing it all together in her head. She lurches to get up out of the bed, stumbling to her feet. ]
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The sentencing was cruel. It was cruel and pointless, and it won't teach her anything, and either they know that or the algorithm producing it is incompetent, and Root doesn't like either option. If she ever gets her fingers on the A.I.'s code again, this time she's going to try to make some changes.
But she doesn't have a lot of mental space to process that feeling before she's returned back to her bed, waking up with a gasp, heart racing. It's not at all like coming back to life was; that was aching and disorienting and gradual, the warmth of Shaw's body by her side, and this is abrupt. It's the ice-cold shock of waking up from a bad dream and pushing herself onto her elbows to get her bearings and seeing Shaw about to hold a gun to her head yet again. ]
Sameen! What are you doing--
[ Root barely knows what's happening, is still piecing it all together in her head. She lurches to get up out of the bed, stumbling to her feet. ]