(yeah totally)
Nyx hesitated, then followed Zeke up the vent, eyes flickering slightly as he crawled through the vent after Zeke.
Access Denied (reboot) // OxO //Open
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They finally arrived back at Zeke's place, which was a small apartment filled with computers and various electronic devices. Cords were ramped and flash drives were scattered about. In the main room there was a old blue couch and a black coffee table that had several empty coffee mugs on it.
"Sit on the couch." He told Nyx as he slung his bag off at the end of the couch and dissappeared into another room.
Nyx sat down obediently, eyes flashing around the room, then back to Zeke, watching him warily. He took a deep breath, hands resting on his legs. He didn't speak. He couldn't. His black hair was messy, and unkept.
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Zeke came back in shortly after with a few cords and a laptop. He sat down cross leged next to Nyx as he logged into the computer.
"Awnser this question. Do you have a place for a transfer cable?" He asked as he help up a cable, his eyes still on the laptop.
Nyx nodded. "Yes." He replied, eyes watching Zeke warily. His hands still rested on his knees, though he didn't speak again. He took a deep breath, eyes flashing.
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"Where is it? Please awnser." He said as he looked for it. He couldn't seem to find it on any of the obvious places. That or he was just confused. Zeke didn't work with cyborgs much, but he did work with their code.
"The back of my neck." Nyx replied, twisting and showing Zeke the port located on the back of his neck. He went still, one finger resting just above the data port. He took a deep breath, wondering what was going to be done to him.
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"Thanks." Zeke said as he plugged the cord into the socket. He plugged the other end into his computer snd began to type away.
"Now I know you can't respond to me but I just want to let you know all I'm going to do is delete the programing that only allows you to take orders." He said as he worked on the code.
Nyx nodded a little bit, but otherwise didn't move or respond. His eyes, however, flashed around the room again, landing on Zeke as he watched him worriedly. He didn't understand what was happening, and hoped that Zeke would eventually explain.
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His eyes were fixed on the computer as he typed. After about ten minutes he looked up. "Alright! That should work! Can you try to do something without me ordering you?" Zeke asked as he looked over at Nyx, anxious to know if it worked.
Nyx bit his lower lip a little bit, and simply balled his hand into a fist, then relaxed it again. He gave a simple nod in Zeke's direction. He still couldn't speak.
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"Good! Can you talk?" Zeke asked, glad that it had worked.
Nyx shook his head a little. The controls for speech were different than for movement, since movement was far more varied and more difficult to control.
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Nyx frown before going back to typing and clicking on the laptop. "D@mn. Your speech code is a lot more complex then the rest. It might take a bit more time to decode that. Do you know how to write?" Zeke asked, looking at Nyx.
Nyx blinked slowly, then nodded. Yes, he did know how, though he didn't remember learning. He bit his lower lip a little bit.
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"Alright then. Until I can crack the speech code we might have to communicate like that." He said as he unplugged the cord from Nyx and his laptop before heading off into another room again.
Nyx nodded, and watched Zeke go quietly, his hands still resting on his knees. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.
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Zeke came back a minute later with a a notebook and a pencil. He handed the notebook to Nyx before flopping back down on the couch. "So I know you probably have questions so write them all down and I will try to answer them to the best of my abilities." He explained.
Nyx nodded a little bit. Who are you? He wrote after a moment, studying Zeke questioningly. He looked around the room again, then back at Zeke.
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Zeke smirked at the question. "Zeke Fire at your service!" He joked as he pulled his hair out of the small ponytail, letting it fall around his face.
Nyx studied Zeke. He nodded a little. He took a deep breath. Why did you take me away from there? He asked, biting his lip and looking at Zeke still.
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"Because RTI was treating you like sh!t." He said as he stretched out a bit. "And because I was curious slash bored."
Where is "here"? Nyx wrote, eyes examining the paper, then looking up at Zeke again. He swallowed, running a hand through his hair.
(Gtg to bed soon)
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"My apartment. Not like I could take you anywhere else." He said as he messed with his hair. He noticed Nyxs nervous demeanor. "Look I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to get you out of there." He explained.
Nyx frowned a little bit. I…there is a tracker. He wrote. Embedded in my neck somewhere. Unless you want them to break your door down and be arrested for theft, you need to deactivate it or remove it.
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Zeke sighed. "Oh I would get arrested for a lot more than theft." He said as he got up once more. "Give me a moment. I know I have something to remove the tracker but we need to find it first." He said before leaving the room once more before coming back with a small device.
Okay. Nyx wrote simply. He started to doodle as he waited for Zeke, the pen rolling smoothly across the paper as he did so.
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Zeke sat back down next to him and before to poke and prod at his neck. "Do you have an idea what area it would be in?" Zeke asked.
Nyx hesitated for a moment, thinking. The back of my neck. I am not sure exactly where, but it shouldn't be too far under the skin. He wrote, holding up the notepad so that Zeke could see it.
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Zeke read quickly before focusing back on the back of his neck again. After another minute of pocking and looking, he found it. It was slightly hard to see but he could feel it. "Bingo!" He whispered. He pressed the device that he had brought back against Nyx´s neck. It was similar to a gun, but pressurized.