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RD Possession AU Intern (Aka Mal Prachett’s terrible horrible no good very bad day)

Mini Fic under the cut

It had been a couple days since the beginning of the possession epidemic. Having lost Ada yesterday, Ian had come to accept his lot in life as the final girl. The Intern had been working seemingly without sleep for days to help those afflicted with little progress. Their robotic proxy made them much more resistant to attacks than Ian, thus making them the perfect scout while Ian toiled away in the lab trying to figure just what the hell had befallen Middlesea Hospital. A knock at the door told him they were back. That, or one of the possessed was trying to trick him again. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ada do a cartwheel towards the lab entrance. Apparently she could do cartwheels? Cool? He cleared his throat, attention still glued to his laptop screen. “Can you please make sure your not letting someone like Lucky in?”

“You mean Unlucky?”

“That seems like kind of a mean nickname for your tastes, Ada.”

“His face and arm and brain are broken. Pretty darn unlucky if you ask me!”

“I guess. If it is him can you at least try not to piss him off even more?”

“No promises!” Ada winked and gave her purple clown nose a little honk. At least her reality-defying slapstick powers made her a surprisingly competent guard dog. “Who’s there?~” In response, she got a series of short and long beeps. Morse code. Thankfully, Ian knew it well enough to decipher on the fly. Normally Ada wasn’t fluent at all, but the cartoon logic she was now ruled by dictated that she understood them just fine.

<Intern.>

“Intern who?”

<Query: Is there another intern at this facility?>

“Um um- Ian can you think of a pun? Well’s run dry here!” Ian had joined Ada by the door now. Something about the way the Intern was talking caused a pit of dread to form in his gut. Please God please not them too. He braced himself as the heavy metal door slid back. He was immediately flashbanged by the Intern’s entire screen being lit up in bright purple. With a small yelp he slammed the door right back shut.

“NO NO NO! ADA! How am I supposed to do this alone?!”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Ada gave her nose another honk as Ian practically melted onto the floor. It was all over. They were all screwed. Smile wavering faintly, Ada sat next to him. No sincere words would come to her, so she instead laid a hand on his shoulder. It was fun to be possessed, sure, but she didn’t need fun right now. She needed to help Ian. It was just so hard not to get distracted. Even now energy coursed through her. She wanted to get up and run laps around the building and bounce off the walls. It took every ounce of the little restraint she had left just to keep her mouth shut. After a few moments of self-imposed torture another knock came to spare her mercy. She popped right back up like a jack-in-the-box and cupped her hands together giddily. “Who is it?~”

<It is still the intern.>

“It is still the intern wh-“

“Go away.” Ian’s face was buried in his arms. His voice was muffled, hoarse, and maybe a tad bitter.

<I have succumbed to possession.> There was a pause for a response, but none was given. Soon enough, they continued. <I am unable to access my emotions. I have been reduced to pure logic. My running theory is that the entity responsible for this epidemic enjoys ironic twists of fate, as most patients assume me to be a robot upon first contact.> Ian had covered his ears by now. Ada, however, seemed to have debated whether they passed some unknown vibe check. <My alliances and goals remain intact. I can still provide aid.> With that, the door opened once more. Ada waved, her hand on the button.

“Be on your best behavior, Sparky. I’d hate to look like a clown for letting you in.” She snickered, then moved to give the Intern a lookover. Ian cowered, half-heartedly accepting his incoming tragic fate. He’d really thought they’d be immune. Did the possession really get them through internet connection? This thing could take over the entire world if it wanted. His spiral was cut off by a gentle pat on the head. He flinched as Ada and the Intern loomed over him. “My friend here could use a hand, or a leg I guess.” Against his better judgment, Ian’s eyes made their way down the Intern’s metal torso. Although their posture was perfectly rigid, at about where the knee would be, their left teg had been completely torn off. Wires hung loose and oil dripped slowly from the jagged wound. Next, his eyes jumped to the Intern’s extending arm. Their hand gripped the broken leg tightly. Oil covered their silicone fingers. It was almost grizzly to look at.

“Oh-Oh my God. What happened?”

<Mrs. Stevenson’s denchers are of exceptional quality. My aluminum chassis were of no match.>

“Jeez- ok- I can help. You promise not to turn on me?”

<I am currently unable to lie. My alliances and goals remain intact. I can still provide aid.>

“That’s good, maybe. I don’t know. Get on the table. That has to hurt.

<I cannot feel pain.>

“I mean, yeah, but…” Ian trailed off. The screen was still glowing purple. The Intern’s camera feed hadn’t been playing at all. He had no idea what this all looked like on their side. “Can you… turn off the rhythm doctor program? Maybe you can get some rest while I fix up your proxy.”

<Negative. I am trapped.>

“What do you- Intern are you in the robot? Did the possession do this to you?!”

<Negative. It did not.>

“Intern, what does that mean?”

<Low power.>

“Intern?! What do you mean by trapped?!”

<Entering sleep mode.>

“Intern!” The robotic body siezed and stiffened. The screen slowly flashed the black outline of a low battery symbol. Mouth agape, Ian looked to Ada, then back at the body. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but speak up.

“Hmm. Do they take double As?” In response, Ian slammed his head on the metal table. He really shouldn’t have gone to med school.

“Babel” by Cildo Meireles (2001)

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Artists Beware! Please read if you have a DeviantArt account:

https://twitter.com/DeviantArt/status/1591113199218487300?s=20&t=4k4OiBqcoEj0GgFm5_zKDg

DeviantArt have just announced that they're launching their own ai art generator, and every deviation that has ever been posted has been automatically opted in - I've checked this for myself and every one of my own artworks now needs to be manually changed in the settings of every single deviation otherwise they'll be used.

To have your artist username exempted from prompts you have to fill in a Google form to be approved by a human, and you must prove that you operate under your respective alias to ask them not to use it - read more here

Suffice to say I'm livid, I've been on DeviantArt for a decade and I'm going to shut down my account once I've manually opted out my hundreds of deviations. On their promotion page for the new tool they'll emphasize that it's *totally within the control of the artists* showing an image of the checked box that opts you out, while not mentioning that all of your previous deviations are already opted in by default.

I would recommend that anyone who has similar plans as me and wants to leave the site should manually opt-out for every deviation before shutting down your account, just to be on the safe side because I'm not sure if just deactivating your account would count as opting out.

I'll try to keep this post updated with accurate and up-to-date information since AI related stuff can quickly cause a frenzy online - don't hesitate to DM me with any new information and I'll update it here!

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Found a work around by accident!! Adding apostrophes before and after