...and the Vesmier recognizes that. Simple but pervasive, all the more insidious for being so subtle. And that, for what it entails, for the origin he's ever more sure of now, starts a deep-burning anger he only barely tries to shove down.
Simple. A few reinforced commands. Don't look at me, speaking to all levels of consciousness, even the ones which should be able to see that strategem and block it. The overrides have been preemptively overridden.
And it's a sloppy job. ...well. Deceptively sloppy or deceptively intricate, it's hard to tell. Unorthodox. There's a reasoning to the underpinning, but it's a reasoning which defies explanation or expectation. Knots and reinforcers which seem to make no sense, but make untangling any part an exercise in tangling another.
It shouldn't be there. It should not exist, especially not in a mind which is broken apart already.
His instinct is to reach for it, overwhelm it by sheer focus if nothing else, dissolve the restraints and crack the package apart, but – this isn't his mind. And he has no idea what sort of internal safeguards might be lying in there, anyway.
He gets a tight grip on his anger, shoving it down and binding it tight. :: I can unwork this, :: he says, and for a moment there's a flicker of exactly how much he could do. He could bring the judgement of pre-Rassilonate gods down upon this. Then he takes control again. :: I believe I'm familiar with one iteration of the creature which did this. ::
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Simple. A few reinforced commands. Don't look at me, speaking to all levels of consciousness, even the ones which should be able to see that strategem and block it. The overrides have been preemptively overridden.
And it's a sloppy job. ...well. Deceptively sloppy or deceptively intricate, it's hard to tell. Unorthodox. There's a reasoning to the underpinning, but it's a reasoning which defies explanation or expectation. Knots and reinforcers which seem to make no sense, but make untangling any part an exercise in tangling another.
It shouldn't be there. It should not exist, especially not in a mind which is broken apart already.
His instinct is to reach for it, overwhelm it by sheer focus if nothing else, dissolve the restraints and crack the package apart, but – this isn't his mind. And he has no idea what sort of internal safeguards might be lying in there, anyway.
He gets a tight grip on his anger, shoving it down and binding it tight. :: I can unwork this, :: he says, and for a moment there's a flicker of exactly how much he could do. He could bring the judgement of pre-Rassilonate gods down upon this. Then he takes control again. :: I believe I'm familiar with one iteration of the creature which did this. ::